Venice Craven

I don't know how long I remained there. Certainly it was morning before seemed to become more aware of my surroundings, the smell of blood high on my senses and of course the shroud of invisibility having worn off some several hours prior. I felt ill, the sight of it. So much red, all over me and the ground. How hard had it been to not step forward, to not aid, to not prevent and let him commit his sacrifice? My magic could of saved him, I know healing is not my best area, but I know I could of. He would of hated me for it though. Well.. perhaps not hated me, but I think forgiveness would of been a long time coming.

So, this small thing was all that I could do. My pleads offered to Morhiag on his behalf, petitioning her for his return, her light filtering through the corpse of trees that surrounded the clearing. The clearing.. why here of all places? Should he not of known better?

But at least, my prayers had been answered. Or I believed so, a small sign given just as her light faded and Cymur's started to fill the sky. Perhaps my sacrifice some time past in her name maybe had not been for nougth. Perhaps she did remember me.