The Rash'eh Tales - The Darkness Falls
an excerpt

Prolouge

The pain…oh the pain…excrucitating, flowing through every fiber of my body. Why can’t I just die…but I am dead, I’ve been eaten…my limbs have been torn from my body, my flesh ripped from it’s bones. I am nothing more then a spirit floating into the oblivion. No peaceful sleep for me as I am the betrayer…no peaceful rest as I am the one who allowed a Kingdom to be destroyed. No peace…

But I am dead…why does the tearing of flesh continue…I feel as if I’m being stuffed into a bottle, one not quite right for my size. It’s as if I’m being streached and compressed at the same time, both drawn in and dranw out…pulled and pushed. And then it stops. The world goes dark and I feel nothing…I can see no more…all is dark..and here I sit as time passes and passes. At first the lack of feeling is a comfort…for at least there is no more pain. But soon the lack of sense of direction becomes maddening…I lose all orientation…I feel disconnected from myself and soon I am screaming for release. But when I try to scream I make no sound…no noise and so I try to scream more loudly…but no sound.

Time passes. Who knows how long and my grip of reality begins to slip more and more. Soon my mind is broken and only three things remeain. Fear. Hatred. Harm. I fear this oblivion and fear it will never end. I hate all those who put me in this place, first I hate the dragons, for they destroyed me, but soon I realize the true culprits. My father and the damnable prophets. Both tossed me aside, both left me to rot in this oblivious tomb of death where my soul is trapped. So my hatred grows…it expands and soon I hate all humans, all of those who have ever walked this land on two legs. At times I recognize thoughts me injected / slipped into mine. I hear whispers to “hate the humans” to hate all those who did this to me and I want to listen to this voice. It brings me sick comfort, but comfort none the less, it is my anchor in this void. Soon the voice begins to take more nad more shape, praising me for my sacrifice, I do not understand at first but with time I realize that the dragons crushed me for a reason, that they tried to save my soul, and they placed it here to save me. At first I cannot accept it, but with time I realize they are right, they did save my soul…and the humans all needed to die. Those filthy humans…but then I wept as I was one of htem. But the voice was there, “No, you are not” in my souls quivering I paused, weeping yet hoping this is true, hoping I could please the voice. “You have lost all of your humanity…you will be beyond human.” And that is when I realized my desire for harm. I realized I did not just want to hurt humans, I wanted to wipe them from the face of the planet, I wanted to destroy them all. I wanted to drink their blood, watch it pour onto the streets and then I wanted to scourge it from the land with a black power beyond any darkeness I had ever know. “It is time.” I heard this voice speak once again…and then there was pain and light…

“I am reborn…” hissed a voice in the darkeness.