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I don't know how to say this without seeming mad, Kyuad, so I will simply speak the truth of it and let the consequences fall as they may. | I don't know how to say this without seeming mad, Kyuad, so I will simply speak the truth of it and let the consequences fall as they may. | ||
− | Kyuad, for the first time, I hear the words. THE words. Though I hear only bits, like snippets of a song, but they are there and they are independent of this dark place, and they are becoming clearer... | + | Kyuad, for the first time, I hear the words. THE words. Though I hear only bits, like snippets of a song, but they are there and they are independent of this dark place, and they are becoming clearer... |
− | You are wiser and more learned then I am, and perhaps you can offer your interpretation, but it feels as though life itself is speaking to me. As though in learning to speak words of power, and learning to find the power in normal words as well, it is as if I have trained myself to hear the words that rest below; primal words, powerful words..... both beautiful and terrible at the same time. | + | You are wiser and more learned then I am, and perhaps you can offer your interpretation, but it feels as though life itself is speaking to me. As though in learning to speak words of power, and learning to find the power in normal words as well, it is as if I have trained myself to hear the words that rest below; primal words, powerful words..... both beautiful and terrible at the same time. |
− | And what the words seem to say is this: As the god-corpse Izrador drains the very life and magic from the world, life, like a cornered animal, fights back, and it's wrath and fury are majestic in their strength. | + | And what the words seem to say is this: As the god-corpse Izrador drains the very life and magic from the world, life, like a cornered animal, fights back, and it's wrath and fury are majestic in their strength. |
It speaks words of power, words of pain and words of victory; words of life, words of survival, and words of vengeance. They are chaotic, jumbled and hard to understand, but as complex as the song is, I can make bits of it out, and I hear a new strain coming closer and closer; a tiny melody circling towards ours, as if searching... or perhaps drawn is a better word... It will be here soon... But it is to our great benefit that it does so... The harmonies are much stronger with it's voice added... and I hear a word, a name... "Nazif"... though there is more that I cannot yet understand... | It speaks words of power, words of pain and words of victory; words of life, words of survival, and words of vengeance. They are chaotic, jumbled and hard to understand, but as complex as the song is, I can make bits of it out, and I hear a new strain coming closer and closer; a tiny melody circling towards ours, as if searching... or perhaps drawn is a better word... It will be here soon... But it is to our great benefit that it does so... The harmonies are much stronger with it's voice added... and I hear a word, a name... "Nazif"... though there is more that I cannot yet understand... | ||
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