What can be said. A life spared but surely scarred. Abhaya looked on in astonishment. Her sisters haunt her to this day, and I can only imagine that she would wish them to have had the strength needed. There are worse fates than death.

Your greater gift was this passage. I never wished to be your savior maiden; it was but duty. I come for you dark wizard! I have begun to think he has hexed me with some spell, as why should I feel such hatred.

I must prepare, for this lure could easily be his intent. Perhaps, I will consult Abhaya, she has observed his habits in the days past.

I took the scroll as honor. Though my feeling was to refuse such magic, the old woman's eyes flickered with wisdom. She has little time left in this realm; I should afford her the pleasure of a simple gift.

However, gifts of valor are not to be heeded. Weakness can spring forth from the wells of idleness and self-satisfaction. I left it for the smith. In truth, telling that another warrior would need it more than I.

As the night fell, I met Abhaya by the hovel we have thus claimed. Tears. I could scarcely understand. Though we have fought the foulest of demons and laid waste to hordes of the undead together, this pain was different indeed.

She was hesitant to speak. Was it the fading memories of her kin? Was my endless rush forward driving her mad?

And then, pure as the night, her body fell...collapsed into the hold of my tired arms. "I so regret that I cannot forge for you the riches Anya has laid at your feet. I would lay my soul in their place; do not forsake me."; Abhaya's words that will echo forever in my mind.

The pain in her soul was the same as the one down in mine. The fall, poor maiden, why have you thrown your lot in with mine. The truest of oaths are always set in stone when one tastes the salt of another's tears.

Visions swirl as moonlight beckons,
Dreams that catch the fates to be.
The sweetest sufferings laid bare,
As hot tears are to winter nights.

Hunters all become as prey,
Failing their own sacred rites.
Love lies nestled in the reeds,
The richest soils devoid of seeds.

When all one's least of nothings fade,
Hidden beneath the dark of shade,
Then the cries of loneliness do sing,
A halt of seasons to pure Spring.

-- Letters to Abhaya
PT

Jee-eee-sus..!

What a walkthrough!

You really stir some serious emotion with your words, Pathei.

Love it! Absolutely love it, mate!

Keep it up and, for God's sake, look after Abhaya... It's clear that she needs you!

Holy shit
You made this?

We spoke little in the morn, but it was plain to see that our paths had forever changed. One's own burdens seem to fade when other's need mending. We will face this darkness entwined; even as suffering continues.

Anya's portal sent us high up the mountain to a secret pass. Water no longer weeps at this fall, almost as if it knew the consequence. Frozen still it was, as the bodies herein; or so I thought. All at once they rushed. Fall back Abhaya, and let your arrows fly!

There is an entrance here, perhaps to some ancient temple. We cannot be deceived any longer by your tricks guardians, let steel clash against your rotting forms.

Upon consideration, it was plain that the path leads us down into the darkness; I gather the dark mage resides within. He has surely prepared for this moment with an arrangement of traps and a legion of vermin to slay those that dare to enter.

One of the most valuable WTs I have ever read. The best of luck to you!