One moment Alistair was home, resting. Another he awoke to the sight of his father sitting against a desk, Alistair himself, seated on a chair across from him.
"You may find this difficult to process...but it's not what it seems. Nothing is. You can't stay long, just enough for me to give you this." His father reached over to hand Alistair a mask...a peculiar looking mask that appeared mechanical in nature, but held special properties. His father smirked as he watched Alistair's puzzled expression.
"I will find you again son. For good. I promise. You mind that mask til then...took me years to perfect it." He paused looking over his son, his elegant beard hiding the emotional purse of his lips.
"It meant everything...Watching you grow up...seeing the man you have become. I love you, Alistair...Never question that. One day, it will make sense...the sacrifice your mother and I made...I will make sense of it...One day...but it won't it be today. Time's up...You have to go. I'll be watching you...always watching son..."
In another blink Alistair woke with a startled breath as he sat up. The spire in the distance, the isolation and dread that fell over his surroundings. "Father..." he whispered to himself, looking around. Voices, distant in the horizon. Alistair looked down at the mask held firmly in his grip...proof it was no mere vision.
Alistair pushed himself up, shaking his head. Fingers digging into his dark curls in a daze as he began walking, following the voices. He arrived in time to see Devrum embraceAshetta to which he sighed, looking and finding Vervain , Ronin , Remi , Celosia Mimora ....familiar faces in what appeared to be a previous life.
Relief fell over him as he slowly approached. "We...we are together again
...that is what matters. This place...holds no echo...it's absent
..but we're together...that is what matters."
He looked to Vervain and nodded his head. "Hello mum..." he smiled sheepishly before approaching Ashetta as Devrum stepped away. "No matter what...we always seem to find eachother don't we?"
He asked with a faint chuckle as he embraced his wife in a tight embrace, breathing in her familiar scent.
"You may find this difficult to process...but it's not what it seems. Nothing is. You can't stay long, just enough for me to give you this." His father reached over to hand Alistair a mask...a peculiar looking mask that appeared mechanical in nature, but held special properties. His father smirked as he watched Alistair's puzzled expression.
"I will find you again son. For good. I promise. You mind that mask til then...took me years to perfect it." He paused looking over his son, his elegant beard hiding the emotional purse of his lips.
"It meant everything...Watching you grow up...seeing the man you have become. I love you, Alistair...Never question that. One day, it will make sense...the sacrifice your mother and I made...I will make sense of it...One day...but it won't it be today. Time's up...You have to go. I'll be watching you...always watching son..."
In another blink Alistair woke with a startled breath as he sat up. The spire in the distance, the isolation and dread that fell over his surroundings. "Father..." he whispered to himself, looking around. Voices, distant in the horizon. Alistair looked down at the mask held firmly in his grip...proof it was no mere vision.
Alistair pushed himself up, shaking his head. Fingers digging into his dark curls in a daze as he began walking, following the voices. He arrived in time to see Devrum embrace
Relief fell over him as he slowly approached. "We...we are together again
...that is what matters. This place...holds no echo...it's absent
..but we're together...that is what matters."
He looked to Vervain and nodded his head. "Hello mum..." he smiled sheepishly before approaching Ashetta as Devrum stepped away. "No matter what...we always seem to find eachother don't we?"
He asked with a faint chuckle as he embraced his wife in a tight embrace, breathing in her familiar scent.
