My God my tourniquet, return to me salvation...
So it is brought to my attention the number of things that happened while I slept today. If it was in mt power I would go back and change every single one of them.
I knew Siar was a threat...I knew what a danger he had developed into. That does not make the announcement of his death and the gathering of his body any easier.
Siar was not the person that he hads developed into when I took him in as my apprentice. He was simply a normal being. A mortal, at that. The becoming of a liche turned him power hungry and condemned him. He changed, entirely, and become something of a monster that I knew I had created. It recently grew to the point where I knew he was bound to die, blinded by his own desires. He was a danger to himself and to those around him, even with the numerous binding incantations I placed on him.
Thank you, Dugearan. I know you meant well for yourself, if not others. You ended a circle that would have only kept growing and stirring wider.
Yet...when I sat out there, resting beside him, even though there was no life left within his body, I could see that boy I once sheltered, looking as though he were merely sleeping. I was almost waiting for him to wake up and hand me one of his grins.
None the less...
Tomorrow I will be taking his body back to Shadovan. I am sure many of you will be pleased to hear that.
Maybe I will head back outside for a while. It is such a lovely night. And the blood moon? Beautiful...and not created by me, for once...though I am sure not for the last time.