Blight of Sacrifice: chptr VI
The Broken Flower
The wind was so cold. So unforgiving. Above me the branches swayed mockingly, teasing me, and leaves flew off out of sight as if to tell me how very pathetic I was. I had become boring to them nothing more than a bump in the harsh road. I counted myself lucky that the darkspawn had not reached thus far.
I wondered if the gods watched me now. Or had they turned their back on me; I, whom had submitted myself to the taint for the greater good, to serve a true purpose in a chaotic, broken world. I watched the grey sky through the leaves, savoring every breath I took as thought it would be my last.
And then, the ground beneath my head trembled. Any inklings of fear I might have felt no longer had the energy to come forth and I prayed it would be an end. The pain that held my entire body in icy chains was unforgiving, relentless. I was certain I would die there, alone, abandoned, cold.
But what? What was this? This warmth, thi