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05-03-2016, 11:35 AM
A S H A M I N
on his own
on his own
The night was silent enough for the dead. Ashamin, still breathing, thought he could hear too much.
His companions were elsewhere. The Clovenheart didn't know and he found that he didn't much care. His cave was in ruins, covered in the wreckage of his false earnings. A dagger here, a chunk of honey badger fur there...
He didn't give a damn about any of it.
As he moved to the back of the cave he wondered if the tunnel had gotten narrower or if he had gotten broader. His sides brushed against cold stone and his long tail dragged, creating an unfortunate rattling sound. The sarong draped across his withers came loose and unknotted itself; when it fell to the ground, he let it be pulled back towards the cave entrance by the persistent pull of the night breeze. He stepped on it carelessly.
And when he was finally at the end of the tunnel and facing the mirror, when he was finally in front of the place where for so long he had needlessly worshipped, he felt a deep cold sound strike in his chest. It was the sound of forgiving himself and condemning all those who had hurt him. It was the sound of the end of his era of biting his tongue.
It was not, he realized now, his fault that a child had died. It was not his fault that Ki'irha had turned from him as magic lodged himself in his breast. It was not his fault that the God of the Spark had ignored him for so long and then berated him when at last they'd met. None of the burdens he had carried, none of the things he had considered to be his undoing, were his.
He wasn't going to apologize anymore.
Scattered around the mirror were fading stains of Ode's passing impotence. The young stag was gone, and once again Ashamin was left behind. But he would not clean up this mess. He would not bow his head to the God that lived beyond the mirror and say please forgive me, because he did not need divine forgiveness.
"God of the Spark," was all he said. There was no love in his words, there was no starry-eyed look possessing his features. He knew what the stars read and he knew what his path was, now.
He would no longer go on as he had.
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