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Thursday, January 29, 2004
The Journey - History End- Day: 17
The baby grew and the parents were full of joy for those few short months. Toresti slept fitfully every night waiting for Amlerka to make his next nightmare a reality, but nothing came, for a while at least.
The baby girl's first birthday was only six months off when the Dark God came once again. The warning was simple: Take the baby and go to the Temple in the northern continent or lose everything dear to you. Toresti awoke, looked into his wife's sleeping face, heard the baby snore lightly and refused.
A month later it happened again, but this time there was no warning. It was a command: Take the child and go to the temple. Toresti held his little girl in his arms and refused once more.
Month after month the same thing, but each time the command was more forceful. Toresti began to have nightmares of the Hell he had once abided in. Yet, every time he awoke, he saw his love and the little child that held his soul. He could do nothing but refuse.
The night before the baby's first birthday Toresti asked his wife if she was happy. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "There is no life for me but this, my love, and there are no words to describe how happy I am. Joy is limitless when I have you and our child by my side."
So that night he slept peacefully, and dreamt. There in that dream Liiruhyi walked in a field of white roses, calling to him in a voice no more real than the wind. She spoke of endless love and sorrowful goodbyes. She blew kisses and smiled, radiantly glowing with happiness. She cried a single tear for her child, and then disappeared into the cloud like beyond.
Toresti woke up with tears in his eyes. Such a sad dream, but it had not been a nightmare. He opened his eyes only to find an empty bed beside him, and with a strange suspicion taking over, he got up to look for her.
He checked their rooms very quickly, then the hall next. He noticed and open window and went to shut it against the cold of the night. At that instance a glimmer of white caught his eye and he looked up towards the towering parapet of the palace. There she hung. A white flower against the black of the sky. He watched in horror as she choked and gasped, grasping at the thick rope around her neck. As her last breath gave out, she locked her eyes on her husband, her true love, and whispered, "I love you."
Her feet went limp while Toresti could only stare in total shock. Then, a thick shadow swept over the woman's body. Toresti cried out as the Dark God began to envelop her, but that would not be so. A white light brighter than the sun burst forth from Liiruhyi's frame and shattered the darkness to all ends of the night.
When the light was gone Toresti was dead inside. He could not feel his heart for it had been strangled along with his love, his life. She could no longer smile and therefore his world was nothing but darkness and hate, except for one thing, one flame of hope, his daughter.
His mind completely raw and bereft of thought, he took up the baby and ran. For such great distances he did not know, because he could not think of anything but life without the woman that was his sun and his humanity. He ran and ran and ran, but he could not escape that scene as it replied in his mind.
He held his child close and looked into her eyes. What life would she have with he who could not live? What chance for her happiness was left in the world? He had no choice but to take himself away, throw the little one out of his reach. So he wrapped her in his shirt and layed her on the ground. He knew someone was following, but who it was didn't matter. As long as she lived and could find some measure of happiness that was all that was important.
So the dreaded Fire-Starter vowed that from that day forth his daughter should seek happiness and he would seek revenge.
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