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writing_shadowsHe dreams. The same dream he has periodically.
He is standing in front of two mirrors. When he looks into the first, he sees a cheerful man in a top hat, surrounded by friends, despite his quirks. It's an appealing picture, until the dreamer realises that the man he is in this picture is contented with little tricks and minor magics.
He turns to the second, and a slight shudder goes through him as he recognises the figure in that image. It was how he looked when he was another person, a man wearing a cloak of raven feathers, carrying a staff bound with fell power. He has mighty magics at his command, and this time is not bound to the whim of a creature of Fae. But he is alone, his power and uncloaked nature having driven off all who would call him friend.
The first image turns to look at him and says, "Choose. Choose me, and the end to your loneliness. What worth power if you cannot enjoy it?"
The second image turns to look at him and says, "Choose. Choose me, and the power you once had, unfettered by any rules that you do not choose to accept. Ultimately, those others will turn from you anyway when they realise your true nature. Forget them and embrace the path to power completely, not this half-life you currently live."
As he always does, with an effort of will, the dreamer dismisses both images.
He says to himself, "I will find the third way..."
As he wakes, though, he worries that he might not find a third way. And in that case, which choice should he make...
He is standing in front of two mirrors. When he looks into the first, he sees a cheerful man in a top hat, surrounded by friends, despite his quirks. It's an appealing picture, until the dreamer realises that the man he is in this picture is contented with little tricks and minor magics.
He turns to the second, and a slight shudder goes through him as he recognises the figure in that image. It was how he looked when he was another person, a man wearing a cloak of raven feathers, carrying a staff bound with fell power. He has mighty magics at his command, and this time is not bound to the whim of a creature of Fae. But he is alone, his power and uncloaked nature having driven off all who would call him friend.
The first image turns to look at him and says, "Choose. Choose me, and the end to your loneliness. What worth power if you cannot enjoy it?"
The second image turns to look at him and says, "Choose. Choose me, and the power you once had, unfettered by any rules that you do not choose to accept. Ultimately, those others will turn from you anyway when they realise your true nature. Forget them and embrace the path to power completely, not this half-life you currently live."
As he always does, with an effort of will, the dreamer dismisses both images.
He says to himself, "I will find the third way..."
As he wakes, though, he worries that he might not find a third way. And in that case, which choice should he make...
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Date: 2012-06-15 09:16 pm (UTC)And he asks himself the question...
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Date: 2012-06-15 09:20 pm (UTC)Which of course says something about him in and of itself.