Nylian Duskblade
Nylian thought he had found something worth holding, but the blood stain on the ring he had given her proved he was not worthy of her. He searched for days on end. It rewarded him nothing but pain. He had exhausted himself trying to find what became of her. The darkness licked and bit at him, delighting in his suffering. Suffering that marred his flesh with their mark. She would stand the second in a short amount of time that he would have to bury into memory. Their last night was special.
Dawn shone on his back, blowing a gentle breeze through his hair. The shadow over his face barely hid the tears running the length of his cheek. Taking Vengeance in hand, he dragged the blade through blackening blonde hair, leaving it half the length it was.
"I love you, Raven."
He tossed the strands of memories into the air and let the wind take them. His thoughts migrated to Macheveli as he clutched Vengeance tightly in hand.
"Never more will you take anything from me, human."
