by Feint » 11/01/2008 8:32 PM
Ilektriki followed the pair in and glanced around the large bazaar. "It's changed rather dramatically since my last visit," Ilektriki mused sadly, counting the years. The shopkeeper noticed him and waved, promising he'd found something great and would you like to go see? Ilektriki replied, yes, thank you, I shall go and look. A gem of monstrous size was presented, for the lowly price of 1000ks. Ilektriki sputtered. "One thousand! What are you planning to do, buy a Panzer?!" he shook his head in disbelief. "I don't even know what kind of gem that is. I'm not taking it." He regained his composure. It's a sapphire, the shopkeeper said, sold to me for twice the price. It's a rather nice gem, he said with a toothless grin. Ilektriki swaggered away, annoyed.
{5}
My wraiths, though not wraiths then, wandered deep into the heart of the polar storm. They tried to fight sleep, naive to the inevitability of their fate. When they awoke, they saw before them my own self, so much a part of the ice and cold they almost fail to see me. I wear a crown of the coldest, sturdiest ice, and my claws and fur have coated themselves in it.
I stand aloof to the cold, for I have lived in it so long, been a part of it so long, it no longer concerns me.
My wraiths are cursed to wander the polar tundra, eternally freezing, following mortal explorers and trying to warn them with their presence that they should not travel onward, should not make the same mistake. But there will always be those who persist in pressing on, never knowing what they are doomed to face, or destined to suffer.