Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-5583506-20141015202233

Myling stumbled blindly into the wilderness. She felt it as if all the colours in the world had disappeared and left nothing but a depressing gray hue.

''I have been dead for five hundred years... I have been dead for five hundred years...''

The words just kept repeating inside her head and made her tired both mentally as well as physically. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. She sat down by a tree stump and rested her head between her knees.

She felt more frustrated than sad actually. Here she was, a lost spirit of a girl who only until now had realised that the reason why she had felt so cut off from the world was simply because she literally was.

"Go then!" she growled at the direction Rowan had headed off to. "At least you've got a life ahead of you! I can only hope that once the Umbramancer finds me and finishes its job, it will go after you next!"

She regretted her harsh words afterwards. Especially since she knew there wasn't anyone there to hear them. She wiped some tears off on her scarf and got up again. She didn't really know where she was heading. Maybe she should have just made up some sort of plan before she started wandering around in the wilderness on her own?

All she knew was that Rowan was heading back to Riften, back to the east, and she had no reason to go after him. Except for one... But he would never accept her feelings, and she knew it.

''He couldn't really sympathize with me, could he? ''she speculated. ''I agree with him that I may not have been the perfect person to hang around with. But was that really my fault? Was it my fault that I was murdered? Was it my fault that I became this... this... this monstrosity?''

She began to think of the horrible fate that might await her. No normal weapons could harm her except for magic, silver and of course... the Umbramancer.

She shuddered at the mere thought of the creature and looked over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't followed by it, but also with the hopes of seeing Rowan come back to her.

Winterhold, she thought. ''They had a college of magic there, didn't they? Maybe... just maybe there are some people there capable of helping me? The Umbramancer was a mage once after all, so they must have some ideas of how to stop it.''

She turned back around. She finally had a destination set, far to the north-east...