"Guilt"

“guilty” his head kept swirling, everybody watching him, blaming him, judging him. He looked down at the pool beneath him. It kept filling, with blood. The people around him, Lennix, Iriel, Arenfel, Eliza, Charlie and his son. The blood, it was not his own. Not all of it atleast, poppling off everyone filling the room. A bright light before him, shining brighter than anything he saw before. He did this, it was him. Everybody he loved and cared for, every friend he ever had. Lifeless on the floor, he could feel the shadow eating away his energy. What was this? No, this was fel. Definatly, it surged within his veins as he looked around confused. The light came closer, he could feel it burning him. Harming him. Then he realized, there was one person missing. Where was she? The whole band was here but one person was missing. Thea was nowhere to be seen. The light came closer now, he could see a helmet in the center, a blade ready to strike aswell, reflecting the light illuminating the empty room.

He lifted his hand, creating a ward around himself. Bracing himself for the inevitable strike. The blade came he lifted his still bloodied blade to parry the blow sending it to the side, his left hand forming a greenish ball sending it to her side. Quickly after intense pain filled his chest, knocked back onto the wall. “JUDGEMENT FALL UPON THE WICKED THIS DAY!” He swung his sword for her side again, weakly. Must have been from bloodloss, she blocked the blow with her shield and swung it towards his face.. She missed? It still stung but she missed?


The sound of something bony dropping on the floor. A horn, how could this happen? He hissed, “You will see just how powerful your light is when your soul is lost in the nether, paladin”. How could he say this? This was not his voice. How could this happen? The fel? The constant pain and why couldn’t he control himself? “You’re a damned monster Charlie!” Charlie, was that my name? He pondered. Maybe a little too much. Too long, an intense pain entered his chest. He looked down, the blade stuck in his chest as he followed up, over to the hilt, up her arm. Theadore Wellsworth, fully armoured had pinned him to the wall. Regret, doubt it clouded his mind. He fell, hitting the ground with a bump. The pain in his back was unbearable. He blinked, opening his eyes sighing. “It was just a dream.”