Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140913012628/@comment-24530992-20140918200916

In Vaniel's sub concious, he heard small voices.

"Wake up, Vaniel." One said. Another didn't agree.

"The doors of death are wide open, boy. Enter them, before you cant."

"Death..." Vaniel muttered. It sounded nice... The words were like a warm embrace, welcoming him. He could forget his worries, his wounds, his mistakes. Then again, it sounded selfish. The thought of leaving everyone behind, having them wander alone, and the thought of leaving Maren was unbearable. He was stuck at the choice of letting go, letting his lifeless body float to the top of the surprisingly deep fountain, or to keep fighting to continue to fix the hellish world it was. He chose the latter, though he was too weak to swim to the surface.