Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140926151839

Francois awoke. His dream was strange. Normally, the progression was to dissect all the tentacles and kil her inavertently with a badly timed stroke. But this time, she erased herself from his dream. Something different, something special.

Francois remembered the moments when he had just returned from Apocrypha. The magical moment where they reconnected. Until Mora took her away as a price for his education. She had only smiled, telling him that she pledged her soul to Mora in exchange for him to become a powerful mage and skilled fighter.

Francois never forgot that. For the next 2000 years, he had used his powers to protect society, powers gifted by Mora himself.

But why, why was his mind erasing the memory? Was the miniscule void ready to fill? Francois couldn't answer.

It was good Aldrich went back to sleep. It would have been embarassing to weep in front of another guy, as silent tears dropped from Francois' bright blue eyes, the trickle of 3000 years equivalent of sorrow.