the Voice
If Rexanna had never seen it, then there was little that the Voice could offer; only piecemeal bits of memories and the imagined details filled in by centuries of knowing destruction, knowing war. "If you choose to become bright, your allegiance to Halyven ends here. Now and forever."
And up ahead, through the ruined walls of the castle, an opening would appear. An opening into something pitch black, cold and unknown. Rexanna could choose to proceed, or she could decide to remain among the destruction of her people. "What is your choice?"
And up ahead, through the ruined walls of the castle, an opening would appear. An opening into something pitch black, cold and unknown. Rexanna could choose to proceed, or she could decide to remain among the destruction of her people. "What is your choice?"
