5th of Autumn, 511 AV "Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices? I've heard them calling my name..." "Sitkanis… my dear, dear brother." The words seemed to growl through the darkness. It was a voice hauntingly familiar. So familiar in fact, it was Sitkanis' own voice yet different. There was a timbre to it. Dark and malicious that the Ethaefal's voice had never held. "Who are you?" He called back into the dark, the lack of light seeming to suck his voice into it's depths. A light chuckle rang through the dark expanse. This man, who ever he was, seemed to own the lack of light. He played with it as if he could dictate the shadows themselves. "Are you scared…Sitka?" His voice was mocking and Sitkanis could hear him walking closer through the abyss. "You are a son of Leth after all. Why let a little darkness scare you? Or do you need your God to come and light the way for you?" The steps moved closer until the man stood right in front of Sitkanis. The Ethaefal still could not see him but the hands clenching into his shirt explained all too well his… companion was standing right before him. "Pathetic Sitkanis, although I did not expect much." Around the two, the world seemed to slowly fill with light. It was dim at first, giving color to grass and shape to trees. "Welcome home Sitka. It seems you have forgotten it." The light kept getting brighter and brighter still until the world around them was that of an autumn afternoon. It was clear to see who the man was. He was a reflection, at least of Sitkanis' Drykas self. He was tall, taller than Sitkanis, although the Ethaefal was in his night time form at the moment. His eyes, were dark brown and his skin was tanned. "You are me." The man's grip tightened on Sitkanis' shirt. "I wouldn't say that. We are very different people. I am a Drykas hunter of emerald clan. You are simply a shadow of me." Sitkanis glared at the man, his hands gripping around his wrists. "I am Drykas. I always will be." The man chuckled slightly, leaning down to Sitkanis' level. "You were. You aren't anymore." The man pulled his arms out of Sitkanis' grasp and grabbed onto the hem of the Ethaefal's shirt. Ripping it back, it showed smooth and perfect pale skin. "No windmark, no scars, not even the touch of a tan. You aren't Drykas." |