All he knew was the Light.
Melchisedech stood in a massive chamber, the outer will split by archways that allowed the wind and rain to storm inside, water pooling on the rich, marble floor. He did not notice the wind or the rain. In the center of the chamber, a bright, white light pulsed rhythmically, like a heartbeat.
COME
He took a step toward the Light, barely realizing that he had legs or feet. The light grew, filled his vision. He could feel it in his limbs, in his chest, in his head. He felt whole, at peace.
REST
He closed his eyes, surprised to find that he had eyes, but the Light was still all he could see. The voice seemed to echo inside his head, seemed to BE inside his head, and he felt warmth suffusing his being.
PEACE
Melchisedech smiled.
One With The Light by Melchisedech
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Re: One With The Light by Melchisedech
With a start, Melchisedech woke, pushing himself up from his desk with a small groan. Clawed fingers lifted, rubbing at the soft flesh on his forehead, tearing small holes in the thin skin. He barely noticed.
He stood from his desk in the chambers of the Aldor, stepped from his small quarters onto Aldor Rise. Glowing yellow eyes panned across the view of Shattrath, until they landed on the beam of Light radiating upward from the center of the city, from A'dal himself.
The light in Melchisedech's eyes pulsed in time with that Light.
He did not remember moving, did not realize he had until he stood outside the Chamber of Light, ready to step inside to meet A'dal's summons. His hand clenched tightly around his hearthstone. He looked at it like he did not realize what it was, before discarding it. He would not need it.
Smiling, he stepped forward into the Light.
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Acherontia stood outside the inn in Stonard, preparing for a journey into the Ivory Tower. A small shiver touched her spine, and she frowned at the muggy heat of the Swamp of Sorrows.
Acherontia.
It was Melchisedech's voice, but he was not near. She dug her hearthstone from her pouch, but she could no longer sense him through the stone.
I will always be here.
Her eyes lifted to the sky, saw the unusual snow begin to fall. For a moment, everything in Stonard stopped as if frozen, and a chill wind blew across a mire that had never known cool much less cold. The first, large flake fell on Acherontia's forehead, just between her eyes, and she could feel the cold wetness as it melted and was absorbed.
I will never leave you.
For a moment, she felt the peace Melchisedech had known, felt his presence, his arms around her. The snow lasted only moments, and it melted as soon as it hit the ground, but the sensation of that first flake lingered on her forehead like a kiss.
She could feel Melchisedech's presence near her, as if he were standing just beside her, but she could not see him, could not sense him on her stone.
My body is gone, but my spirit, my soul, are yours. I will always be here.
Slowly, she understood... perhaps not the why, but what had happened. Melchisedech would always be with her, no matter what.
He stood from his desk in the chambers of the Aldor, stepped from his small quarters onto Aldor Rise. Glowing yellow eyes panned across the view of Shattrath, until they landed on the beam of Light radiating upward from the center of the city, from A'dal himself.
The light in Melchisedech's eyes pulsed in time with that Light.
He did not remember moving, did not realize he had until he stood outside the Chamber of Light, ready to step inside to meet A'dal's summons. His hand clenched tightly around his hearthstone. He looked at it like he did not realize what it was, before discarding it. He would not need it.
Smiling, he stepped forward into the Light.
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Acherontia stood outside the inn in Stonard, preparing for a journey into the Ivory Tower. A small shiver touched her spine, and she frowned at the muggy heat of the Swamp of Sorrows.
Acherontia.
It was Melchisedech's voice, but he was not near. She dug her hearthstone from her pouch, but she could no longer sense him through the stone.
I will always be here.
Her eyes lifted to the sky, saw the unusual snow begin to fall. For a moment, everything in Stonard stopped as if frozen, and a chill wind blew across a mire that had never known cool much less cold. The first, large flake fell on Acherontia's forehead, just between her eyes, and she could feel the cold wetness as it melted and was absorbed.
I will never leave you.
For a moment, she felt the peace Melchisedech had known, felt his presence, his arms around her. The snow lasted only moments, and it melted as soon as it hit the ground, but the sensation of that first flake lingered on her forehead like a kiss.
She could feel Melchisedech's presence near her, as if he were standing just beside her, but she could not see him, could not sense him on her stone.
My body is gone, but my spirit, my soul, are yours. I will always be here.
Slowly, she understood... perhaps not the why, but what had happened. Melchisedech would always be with her, no matter what.