Originally posted by Isil'zha
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Here it is: just finished it.
Spoiler:
Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up, you don’t know if you’ve never been here
You’ve never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am
Move, by Thousand Foot Krutch
Arel
I never thought to see a Wraith asleep. This queen, she has dealt with humans before. She can intimidate us, while not making herself so strange that we are desperate. But to see her asleep, curled in my bed, seemingly peaceful. I wonder why she does this. For she seems no older than my Sarla. Do the Wraith even have families? All I have ever seen, ever known of them is the monster that feeds in the dark. But such knowledge is not enough to destroy them.
For I have found that you can always cause more harm to those you know. But it can also become harder. But what good would there be in the Wraith to find? I can think of nothing and hope to find nothing. And Sarla is angered—thinking that I have some measure of trust towards these Wraith. I am not so foolish as that, and so my wife and I leave to stay at another house.
Queen
The test, the challenge. Few queens have ever slain a runner, never attempted it. My success will shame them. And to attack me for my shaming of them, it would merely add to their difficulties.
My brothers will live. Whether or not I do so—though I would prefer to live. But if I die, they will say I was too young to lead, and another will care for them. They do not see it this way, of course.
And there are still the human female, and her mate. If I kill them now, I will likely have to destroy the village as well. Or at least if I slay them without reason…I order my guards away.
But it is time to rest.
Sarla
Where is Martak! Please be in the forest, please, ancestors, he would not have done so without consulting me…yes he would have. Just as I would have, if my chances were not so feeble.
I hear a dark, angered scream come from my father’s house. I hope it is the Wraith queen, and that she is dead, and Martak is not.
It only takes me a few moments to reach the house, and I see four of the male Wraith behind me. Perhaps I have enough time to finish this.
But when I reach the bedroom, I see Martak-my Martak, held up in the air by one pale hand grasped around his throat. Her back is towards me, and I halt and draw my knife. He gasps, then collapses, and she drops him.
I can feel my feet stepping backwards as she turns toward me. There is a curve of ebony blood stretching from her neck onto her shoulder, and it disappears as I watch. My hand pulls up the knife unaware, and throws it. The knife thuds into her chest, right next to where a human’s heart would be, the blade penetrating the skin and bringing more of the dark blood.
She does not even look at it, and I begin to understand the enormity of my, of our mistake. I try to force myself to resist as she lifts me, then cocks her head to the side and opens her mouth in a snarl.
“Why must you prove yourself such a fool?” she asks, and I see the expectation of this in her eyes. She wanted this! She wanted to witness my humiliation personally, to taste fear in my eyes. And I know I cannot hide it now.
As I feebly try to pull away the hand clasped about my throat, I find myself relieved as I lose all consciousness.
Queen
They had to prove me correct. The two humans lie unconscious in a corner of the room, with no permanent harm done to them. But something must be done. I cannot also them to go free.
Why do they delay my hunt?!
Four of my brothers enter the room, and stare at me as I pull the blade from my chest. The wound will heal with time, and perhaps I will feed soon. But not on these two.
My brothers lift up the bodies. But I will have to remain to deal with them. Foolish humans.
Arel
Sarla, why? Did you trust my judgment so little? Was I such an abhorrent leader as to drive you and Martak to this?
She is not dead yet. But any attempt to save her will bring the destruction of my village. I cannot do so, cannot be so terrible of a leader as to abandon my people for my child.
And this queen is clever. Allowing them to attack her, so that the villagers are not so angered at the executions, so that we can understand how she justifies their deaths.
Will she kill them herself? I know how they will die—the Wraith will not waste any source of sustenance now. Sustenance? I cannot afford to think of myself as such.
We will all be forced to watch the execution tomorrow.
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up, you don’t know if you’ve never been here
You’ve never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am
Move, by Thousand Foot Krutch
Arel
I never thought to see a Wraith asleep. This queen, she has dealt with humans before. She can intimidate us, while not making herself so strange that we are desperate. But to see her asleep, curled in my bed, seemingly peaceful. I wonder why she does this. For she seems no older than my Sarla. Do the Wraith even have families? All I have ever seen, ever known of them is the monster that feeds in the dark. But such knowledge is not enough to destroy them.
For I have found that you can always cause more harm to those you know. But it can also become harder. But what good would there be in the Wraith to find? I can think of nothing and hope to find nothing. And Sarla is angered—thinking that I have some measure of trust towards these Wraith. I am not so foolish as that, and so my wife and I leave to stay at another house.
Queen
The test, the challenge. Few queens have ever slain a runner, never attempted it. My success will shame them. And to attack me for my shaming of them, it would merely add to their difficulties.
My brothers will live. Whether or not I do so—though I would prefer to live. But if I die, they will say I was too young to lead, and another will care for them. They do not see it this way, of course.
And there are still the human female, and her mate. If I kill them now, I will likely have to destroy the village as well. Or at least if I slay them without reason…I order my guards away.
But it is time to rest.
Sarla
Where is Martak! Please be in the forest, please, ancestors, he would not have done so without consulting me…yes he would have. Just as I would have, if my chances were not so feeble.
I hear a dark, angered scream come from my father’s house. I hope it is the Wraith queen, and that she is dead, and Martak is not.
It only takes me a few moments to reach the house, and I see four of the male Wraith behind me. Perhaps I have enough time to finish this.
But when I reach the bedroom, I see Martak-my Martak, held up in the air by one pale hand grasped around his throat. Her back is towards me, and I halt and draw my knife. He gasps, then collapses, and she drops him.
I can feel my feet stepping backwards as she turns toward me. There is a curve of ebony blood stretching from her neck onto her shoulder, and it disappears as I watch. My hand pulls up the knife unaware, and throws it. The knife thuds into her chest, right next to where a human’s heart would be, the blade penetrating the skin and bringing more of the dark blood.
She does not even look at it, and I begin to understand the enormity of my, of our mistake. I try to force myself to resist as she lifts me, then cocks her head to the side and opens her mouth in a snarl.
“Why must you prove yourself such a fool?” she asks, and I see the expectation of this in her eyes. She wanted this! She wanted to witness my humiliation personally, to taste fear in my eyes. And I know I cannot hide it now.
As I feebly try to pull away the hand clasped about my throat, I find myself relieved as I lose all consciousness.
Queen
They had to prove me correct. The two humans lie unconscious in a corner of the room, with no permanent harm done to them. But something must be done. I cannot also them to go free.
Why do they delay my hunt?!
Four of my brothers enter the room, and stare at me as I pull the blade from my chest. The wound will heal with time, and perhaps I will feed soon. But not on these two.
My brothers lift up the bodies. But I will have to remain to deal with them. Foolish humans.
Arel
Sarla, why? Did you trust my judgment so little? Was I such an abhorrent leader as to drive you and Martak to this?
She is not dead yet. But any attempt to save her will bring the destruction of my village. I cannot do so, cannot be so terrible of a leader as to abandon my people for my child.
And this queen is clever. Allowing them to attack her, so that the villagers are not so angered at the executions, so that we can understand how she justifies their deaths.
Will she kill them herself? I know how they will die—the Wraith will not waste any source of sustenance now. Sustenance? I cannot afford to think of myself as such.
We will all be forced to watch the execution tomorrow.
Spoiler:
Can you hear me? Stop, look, listen to my voice,
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up, you don’t know if you’ve never been here
You’ve never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am
Move, by Thousand Foot Krutch
Arel
I never thought to see a Wraith asleep. This queen, she has dealt with humans before. She can intimidate us, while not making herself so strange that we are desperate. But to see her asleep, curled in my bed, seemingly peaceful. I wonder why she does this. For she seems no older than my darling Sarla. Do the Wraith even have families? All I have ever seen, ever known of them is the monster that feeds in the dark. But such knowledge is not enough to destroy them.
I have found that you can always cause more harm to those you know. But it can also become harder. But what good would there be in the Wraith to find? I can think of nothing and hope to find nothing. And Sarla is angered—thinking that I have some measure of trust towards these Wraith. I am not so foolish as that, and so my wife and I leave to stay at another house.
Queen
The test, the challenge. Few queens have ever slain a runner, never attempted it. My success will shame them. And to attack me for my shaming of them, it would merely add to their difficulties.
My brothers will live. Whether or not I do so—though I would prefer to live. But if I die, they will say I was too young to lead, and another will care for them. They do not see it this way, of course.
And there are still the human female and her mate. If I kill them now, I will likely have to destroy the village as well. Or at least if I slay them without reason…I order my guards away.
It is time to rest now.
Sarla
Where is Martak! Please be in the forest, please, ancestors, he would not have done so without consulting me…yes he would have. Just as I would have, if my chances were not so feeble.
I hear a dark, angered scream come from my father’s house. I hope it is the Wraith queen, and that she is dead, and Martak is not.
It only takes me a few moments to reach the house, and I see four of the male Wraith behind me. Perhaps I have enough time to finish this.
But when I reach the bedroom, I see Martak - my Martak - held up in the air by one pale hand grasped around his throat. Her back is towards me, and I halt and draw my knife. He gasps, then collapses, and she drops him.
I can feel my feet stepping backwards as she turns toward me. There is a curve of ebony blood stretching from her neck onto her shoulder, and it disappears as I watch. Unawares, my hand pulls up the knife and throws it. The knife thuds into her chest, right next to where a human’s heart would be, the blade penetrating the skin and bringing more of the dark blood.
She does not even look at it, and I begin to understand the enormity of my mistake, of our mistake. I try to force myself to resist as she lifts me, then cocks her head to the side and opens her mouth in a snarl.
“Why must you prove yourself such a fool?” she asks, and I see the expectation of this in her eyes. She wanted this! She wanted to witness my humiliation personally, to taste fear in my eyes. And I know I cannot hide it now.
As I feebly try to pull away the hand clasped about my throat, I find myself relieved as I lose all consciousness.
Queen
They had to prove me correct. The two humans lie unconscious in a corner of the room, with no permanent harm done to them. But something must be done. I cannot allow them to go free.
Why do they delay my hunt?!
Four of my brothers enter the room, and stare at me as I pull the blade from my chest. The wound will heal with time, and perhaps I will feed soon. But not on these two.
My brothers lift up the bodies. But I will have to remain to deal with them. Foolish humans.
Arel
Why? Sarla, why, I ask. Did you trust my judgment so little? Was I such an abhorrent leader as to drive you and Martak to this?
She is not dead yet. But any attempt to save her will only bring the destruction of my village. I cannot do so, cannot be so terrible of a leader as to abandon my people for my child.
This queen is clever. Allowing them to attack her, so that the villagers are not as angered at the executions, so that we can understand how she justifies their deaths.
Will she kill them herself? I know how they will die—the Wraith will not waste any source of sustenance now. Sustenance? I cannot afford to think of myself as such.
We will all be forced to watch the execution tomorrow.
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home
Back up, you don’t know if you’ve never been here
You’ve never been to the place inside, I face my fears
It takes everything I am
Move, by Thousand Foot Krutch
Arel
I never thought to see a Wraith asleep. This queen, she has dealt with humans before. She can intimidate us, while not making herself so strange that we are desperate. But to see her asleep, curled in my bed, seemingly peaceful. I wonder why she does this. For she seems no older than my darling Sarla. Do the Wraith even have families? All I have ever seen, ever known of them is the monster that feeds in the dark. But such knowledge is not enough to destroy them.
I have found that you can always cause more harm to those you know. But it can also become harder. But what good would there be in the Wraith to find? I can think of nothing and hope to find nothing. And Sarla is angered—thinking that I have some measure of trust towards these Wraith. I am not so foolish as that, and so my wife and I leave to stay at another house.
Queen
The test, the challenge. Few queens have ever slain a runner, never attempted it. My success will shame them. And to attack me for my shaming of them, it would merely add to their difficulties.
My brothers will live. Whether or not I do so—though I would prefer to live. But if I die, they will say I was too young to lead, and another will care for them. They do not see it this way, of course.
And there are still the human female and her mate. If I kill them now, I will likely have to destroy the village as well. Or at least if I slay them without reason…I order my guards away.
It is time to rest now.
Sarla
Where is Martak! Please be in the forest, please, ancestors, he would not have done so without consulting me…yes he would have. Just as I would have, if my chances were not so feeble.
I hear a dark, angered scream come from my father’s house. I hope it is the Wraith queen, and that she is dead, and Martak is not.
It only takes me a few moments to reach the house, and I see four of the male Wraith behind me. Perhaps I have enough time to finish this.
But when I reach the bedroom, I see Martak - my Martak - held up in the air by one pale hand grasped around his throat. Her back is towards me, and I halt and draw my knife. He gasps, then collapses, and she drops him.
I can feel my feet stepping backwards as she turns toward me. There is a curve of ebony blood stretching from her neck onto her shoulder, and it disappears as I watch. Unawares, my hand pulls up the knife and throws it. The knife thuds into her chest, right next to where a human’s heart would be, the blade penetrating the skin and bringing more of the dark blood.
She does not even look at it, and I begin to understand the enormity of my mistake, of our mistake. I try to force myself to resist as she lifts me, then cocks her head to the side and opens her mouth in a snarl.
“Why must you prove yourself such a fool?” she asks, and I see the expectation of this in her eyes. She wanted this! She wanted to witness my humiliation personally, to taste fear in my eyes. And I know I cannot hide it now.
As I feebly try to pull away the hand clasped about my throat, I find myself relieved as I lose all consciousness.
Queen
They had to prove me correct. The two humans lie unconscious in a corner of the room, with no permanent harm done to them. But something must be done. I cannot allow them to go free.
Why do they delay my hunt?!
Four of my brothers enter the room, and stare at me as I pull the blade from my chest. The wound will heal with time, and perhaps I will feed soon. But not on these two.
My brothers lift up the bodies. But I will have to remain to deal with them. Foolish humans.
Arel
Why? Sarla, why, I ask. Did you trust my judgment so little? Was I such an abhorrent leader as to drive you and Martak to this?
She is not dead yet. But any attempt to save her will only bring the destruction of my village. I cannot do so, cannot be so terrible of a leader as to abandon my people for my child.
This queen is clever. Allowing them to attack her, so that the villagers are not as angered at the executions, so that we can understand how she justifies their deaths.
Will she kill them herself? I know how they will die—the Wraith will not waste any source of sustenance now. Sustenance? I cannot afford to think of myself as such.
We will all be forced to watch the execution tomorrow.
i think WL's calander will be fabulous 
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