Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-5583506-20141012180304

"R-Rowan?!" exclaimed Myling. "D-Don't go?"

Riamide looked after him. "It's not safe out there for you, Rowan! Come back!"

Myling wanted run after him, but she could see it on him that he was through with her. She sank to her knees. Now she was truly lost.

Riamide turned back to her. "Are you... still sure about this? If the Umbramancer..."

"Go", mumbled Myling quietly. She didn't have anything left. "Just... just go."

The Daedric prince observed her under silence for a brief moment before she nodded. "Okay, Myling... I will... go then. Good luck..."

Myling didn't respond. She wish that she could have cried, but she didn't have any tears left. What was she supposed to do? She had been dead for over five hundred years, everything dear to her was dead and buried as well.

She almost regretted her decision and wanted Riamide to come back and send her off to the afterlife, but it was as the Daedric prince had said. Even when granted the gift of peace, she wouldn't be truly happy. She would only have her half conscience with her while her other half was inside the Umbramancer. And if she went to the afterlife it would come after Rowan.

"Rowan", she mumbled. "I love you..."