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Fairy Tale Part 11: Refusal of the Call
It fluttered in the wind as if trying to escape. The tiny white speck with its swiftly scribbled black script moved about in the wind as it tried to tear itself away from her grasp. She was not sure if she was too late, but she knew she had to atleast know his fate. She had sensed the King lurking and waiting for a chance to confront him alone, yet the other scents were different and odd. They were like nothing she had smelled before, nothing she knew that was out right dangerous, but it was better to be safe than dead.
She read the parchment again as her stomach tightened at the simple instinct of the fear of the unknown.
"Today I stand on the loneliest rock, within the land. My heart is filled with love for one, yet I can longer be with her. This burden I carry cannot be reversed, canoot be stopped, and shall plague me for all time. I pray that I cannot affect others as I have been tainted. This demon mark causes nothing but grief in the short time it has existed upon me..."
Her eyes followed the lettering further as it proceeded to get fainter, as if his resolve to leave a final letter, or perhaps his strength, were leaving him.
"I now know what he marked me with. The evil bastard that is the Black King, if I find him despite this, I shall rip away his flesh, tear out his throat and destroy all of him in a long and painful experience that shall make even the most steadfast of warriors expel their supper. He took my love, my life, and anything and everything that this world could have offered me. Life falls away in pieces and shards and I feel the prospect of this new lonely journey. There is no more peril for this one. For he is forever protected. I shall live forever and always. Without love, without another, forever and alone."
A tear fell down her cheek as she could read no more. If there was anything following, she never could get past this part to reach anything more, the emotions inside her too strong for him. She could not imagine what horrible magic the king had placed on him so that she could no longer be him. Surely Aloric knew their past squabbles had been few and easily mendable? Surely he knew that no matter his condition she would love him. The questions that coursed through her were the simple ideas of whether he was all right, and whether he had been forced this new path of loneliness.
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