Magoi - A visit to the past
“The paths that I once tread have all but gone”, the figure admitted, “only embers smoulder where bridges once burned”. His frail remains cloaked in shadowy magic and foul stench he sat high on his demon-stead looking down on the ever burning ruins of his home. He hated this, admitting that those memories were neither gone nor less painful than years ago.
The figure stood motionless for what seemed like ages. Behind it a slender elven woman watched and waited. Clad in full battle armour she had agreed to come here, a debt promised was finally collected. Magoi slightly turned his head to the elven woman behind him, “That day he sacrificed the lives of thousands of innocents, all in vain. When the slaugther finally ended, the streets red like the setting sun, we had already lost.”
He motioned her to follow. The rough, muddy road took them deeper into the dark, burning ruins of the once proud city. One could feel the hatred and despair emanating from the earth. Back then it had witnessed the death of a human man and his survival as a forsaken fiend. It had seen the betrayal of humankind by it’s prince regent and the rise of the Scourge. It felt the death of lives at the hand of their loved ones.
Mindless creatures lurked in the shadows, their lust for flesh driving them to attack every living being within their reach. Their moaning voices and shuffling feet kept the two intruders company. Barely visible to the untrained eye the woman’s aura flickered with the power of the Light. Her inner self tapped into a source of unbelievable strength and held all but the most depraved undead at bay. Those Scourge’s hunger overcame their sense of survival, forcing them to attack the living relentlessly.
They made their way deeper into the city protected by holy powers twisted by the pact of the Blood Knights. Despite his aching memories a smile etched itself into Magoi’s face, “Fate is not without a sense of irony. Here am I, the most foul thing conceivable, protected by the Light itself.” He did not need her protection, that much was sure. The forsaken warlock was not as powerful as the lady knight by far, but protected by demonic pacts and nether forces of his own. She had never asked for a reason when he demanded her presence on this journey.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, the shattered shell of a former existence, a simple man’s house, a cozy home for a family. Like a small miracle in itself, the blackened stone walls had withstood the razing fires. Magoi stepped through the gaping hole of a once wooden door into the crammed interior. He slightly turned his head to the elven woman behind him, “I feel alive and yet I fear what may happen now”.
Magoi slightly turned his head to the woman behind him. “I have watched both of you grow.”, he felt the slight nod of her elven head, “You treaded lightly, a tiny flower in the wind.” and then her fury flaring up. Snickering to himself, he all but ignored her temper, “Allow an old man to speak his mind.” Without turning he knew that those deep eyes where smiling again. They both had grown stronger than he ever was, but she would never harm him.
Laughter burst from his lips, bordering on hysteria. “.. and this is the huge difference between you two.”, he continued his thought, “He would tear me apart with his great strength and undiminished rage.”