Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170628191440

Thomas cries out as the wave of energy bursts, his hand instinctively reaching for her. His instinct tells him to stop, and it is only that small voice telling him not to interfere that keeps him from leaping forward. In an instant, she is gone. And the shadow that surrounded them is gone as well...

Nwa awakens in darkness. But it is not the kind of darkness that signifies the unknown. She gets the feeling that it is something like death, with finality, but something else lingers there. It is comfort.

A black cloak envelops her body as she floats, holding her like a child. It is not frightening. It is the blessed telief that comes with knowing that her trials are over, and she needn't again fear pain, or uncertainty.

A pair of arms wrap around her. They are strong, but gentle. She can see they have gray scales, hard as steel, embedded with silver filigree. Clawed hands that could rend someone's very soul hold her tenderly.

She looks up into the ashen face of a Dracolich.

Aidlis holds her, no less gently than her own mother would. She seems both happy and sad at the same time as a clawed hand reaches up and begins stroking Nwa's hair.

''Do not be frightened, my child. You are safe. Your trials are ended, and you restored balance to the realm, as you knew you must. The Dark Father has blessed you in your task. You are in my home, where forgotten memories are again given life. You may dwell here for all eternity...''