The Balance by Deathshadowz
Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 5:33 pm
The forsaken priestess ignored the groans of pain from the wounded soldiers, who defended their home so courageously, as she finished bandaging her current patient. The patient’s wounds were severe, with large scars streaking across his arms and chest, and too much blood was lost.
I cannot save him, he will die, she thought grimly. She attempted to call upon her powers to aid him, but strangely, she still couldn’t grasp any control. Why? Back in Azeroth, she was a well-known priestess of light, yet since she entered the Dark Portal, she seemed to have lost all control over her holy powers that had gained her the title she currently owns.
The expression on her patient’s face was too much for her to handle; she quickly withdrew from the tent. She sat down, and closed her eyes. She took a relaxing breath and exhaled quietly. The young priestess heard a scream in the forest that lay to her left. Her attempts to meditate had been interrupted, and now she was furious. The anger grew as she had now taken in all sounds around her: the groans of pain, whistles of the birds, and even the footsteps upon the leaves. She was annoyed to no extent; she wanted something to release her anger.
The priestess took off in a hurry, towards the scream she had heard. And then she found it. A female human lay on the rustled leaves. There was no one else in sight.
The young forsaken stepped forward slowly. From anger switching to both curiosity and fear, she stepped forward once more. Then small signs of life appeared on the human’s face; her eyes began to open. The priestess no longer felt fear, but once again, anger.
The human glanced at the forsaken and suddenly sat up. The human was wounded, blood streaming down her legs. She couldn’t stand. Killing this one would be dishonorable to many, however the young priestess was angry. The human noticed black clouds surrounding her face. She gave off a last sob, and the cloud had finished its work. The human was dead now, and the priestess was calm.
“Are you done?”
The terrible voice made the young forsaken spin around her head suddenly. It was another forsaken, she had noticed. His robes were well crafted, and his mace glowed a chilling white. However the thing she had most feared about him was the tabard he wore, because it was familiar. She had seen this one before… “Shadow?”
“Yes Naylethia, it seems you do remember me, that is good.”
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
“I do remember you once spoke of never killing before. Always of the good?”
She paused and looked over to the dead human priest that lay there motionless. “Yes… I do not know what came ove-“
“No! No… It is good. Your previous methods were soon to fail you anyway. Your master had consulted me of this problem, and noticed your powers were fading. It had been too long… too long to continue your thoughts of peace, sister.”
“I… I don’t understand, Death. What is it? Why can I not think of peace?”
“We priests possess two halves that make us whole, if that can be understood. Shadow is of the dark, and is used mostly to punish the good or wicked, while holy is used for the good, and to receive just outcomes.”
“Yes? So what?”
“You only use one side of the spectrum. There is a balance, Naylethia; there must be a balance. The more light there is, the larger the shadow appears. You understand this concept?”
“No. You are making no sense…”
“Think. You are spilling your mercy for others, your sympathy, and your help. You gain nothing for it. Deep down, I think you want something. You want power, money, something, don’t you?”
“I don’t need anything. You speak lies!”
“Lies rarely leave my mouth, priestess. You are angry. That is why you slew her. That is why I led you here, Naylethia. It was time you learned the balance. It was time you knew the secret to true power.”
Naylethia shook her head, and took off. She couldn’t handle the truth; she never wanted to kill, but she truly wanted to help those in need. Why couldn’t she have both?
A heavy sigh left the priest’s lips as she watched the priestess run off. An orc had walked up to Death Shadow. He nodded to the Priest.
“Aye… She will be fine. She knows now.”
And they mounted upon their wyverns and flew off to their next destination.
-DS
I cannot save him, he will die, she thought grimly. She attempted to call upon her powers to aid him, but strangely, she still couldn’t grasp any control. Why? Back in Azeroth, she was a well-known priestess of light, yet since she entered the Dark Portal, she seemed to have lost all control over her holy powers that had gained her the title she currently owns.
The expression on her patient’s face was too much for her to handle; she quickly withdrew from the tent. She sat down, and closed her eyes. She took a relaxing breath and exhaled quietly. The young priestess heard a scream in the forest that lay to her left. Her attempts to meditate had been interrupted, and now she was furious. The anger grew as she had now taken in all sounds around her: the groans of pain, whistles of the birds, and even the footsteps upon the leaves. She was annoyed to no extent; she wanted something to release her anger.
The priestess took off in a hurry, towards the scream she had heard. And then she found it. A female human lay on the rustled leaves. There was no one else in sight.
The young forsaken stepped forward slowly. From anger switching to both curiosity and fear, she stepped forward once more. Then small signs of life appeared on the human’s face; her eyes began to open. The priestess no longer felt fear, but once again, anger.
The human glanced at the forsaken and suddenly sat up. The human was wounded, blood streaming down her legs. She couldn’t stand. Killing this one would be dishonorable to many, however the young priestess was angry. The human noticed black clouds surrounding her face. She gave off a last sob, and the cloud had finished its work. The human was dead now, and the priestess was calm.
“Are you done?”
The terrible voice made the young forsaken spin around her head suddenly. It was another forsaken, she had noticed. His robes were well crafted, and his mace glowed a chilling white. However the thing she had most feared about him was the tabard he wore, because it was familiar. She had seen this one before… “Shadow?”
“Yes Naylethia, it seems you do remember me, that is good.”
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
“I do remember you once spoke of never killing before. Always of the good?”
She paused and looked over to the dead human priest that lay there motionless. “Yes… I do not know what came ove-“
“No! No… It is good. Your previous methods were soon to fail you anyway. Your master had consulted me of this problem, and noticed your powers were fading. It had been too long… too long to continue your thoughts of peace, sister.”
“I… I don’t understand, Death. What is it? Why can I not think of peace?”
“We priests possess two halves that make us whole, if that can be understood. Shadow is of the dark, and is used mostly to punish the good or wicked, while holy is used for the good, and to receive just outcomes.”
“Yes? So what?”
“You only use one side of the spectrum. There is a balance, Naylethia; there must be a balance. The more light there is, the larger the shadow appears. You understand this concept?”
“No. You are making no sense…”
“Think. You are spilling your mercy for others, your sympathy, and your help. You gain nothing for it. Deep down, I think you want something. You want power, money, something, don’t you?”
“I don’t need anything. You speak lies!”
“Lies rarely leave my mouth, priestess. You are angry. That is why you slew her. That is why I led you here, Naylethia. It was time you learned the balance. It was time you knew the secret to true power.”
Naylethia shook her head, and took off. She couldn’t handle the truth; she never wanted to kill, but she truly wanted to help those in need. Why couldn’t she have both?
A heavy sigh left the priest’s lips as she watched the priestess run off. An orc had walked up to Death Shadow. He nodded to the Priest.
“Aye… She will be fine. She knows now.”
And they mounted upon their wyverns and flew off to their next destination.
-DS