A sacrifice, a vision, a future

[Luvane Vipion]

Darkness, intrusive and all encompassing is all that surrounds him, a light from above...no it is two lights, orbs of ruby and amber before a clawed hand emerges from the darkness, the only sound his screams as he tries to run, feeling like he has ran for an eternity yet the claw has not moved, he turns and looks back, anger etched onto his face.

"Come Lord of the Void! I am here! Why do you dally!"

A voice booms back, almost deafening in its sound.

"It's not you I come for!"

At this, suddenly the claw crashes into him, Luvane awakes with a shout, laying flat he looks up panting, the hum of electrical lighting, the white walls of sterilised surfaces, the medical bay. He forces himself to sit up, he looks to his left arm, mechanical and a quiet whirring as he moves the fingers and the arm before he looks to his legs, a similar sight of cybernetic limbs followed by familiar whirring sounds as he moves them before he stands, walking to the kolto tank, looking at the titanic sized Pureblood that lay within.

"Gods...all of this for you and your ilk, pray you do not end up like those that you once followed"

Luvane taps the tank twice with his cybernetic hand before he moves back to the bed he has been assigned to, he lays back down upon it before closing his eyes, drifting back off to sleep. Darkness again, it surrounds him before his ears prick at a noise, the sounds of a crying babe, he turns to look for the source before he sees it, an ornately decorated crib made of a black wood, a silk veil over it, he walks over to it slowly, muttering a single word to himself quietly.

"Tiesa"

Luvane suddenly feels himself gripped before being pulled away at rapid speed, he shouts out as the crib fades from his view, suddenly he jolts awake and sits upright, the warm yet humid feel of the cave his him, he moves to the side of the bed, moving the various blankets off of him and he holds his face in his palms, he inhales deeply before lifting his head, he looks over to a familiar Pureblood who lay in the bed, he cracks a soft smile, reaching over and brushing a finger along her cheek before his gaze falls to her stomach, it all comes rushing back to him, the memories of the last day and a twinge of pain knots inside his stomach. He stands and chokes a sob into his metal hand as he covers his mouth, shutting his eyes tight as a few tears escape and fall to the floor.

Luvane moves to the statue in front of him, falling to his knees with his hands on the base of the statue, he looks up at it, his golden eyes flaring with anger, hate, sorrow and pain.

"Maserha Jorchor...answer my plea's, why was Tiesa taken from us? have I wronged you? have I not sacrificed enough that you would also take our would be daughter from us"

Following a brief silence Luvane stands up again, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the torches in the cave before he walks towards the mouth of the cave and there he stands, watching the waterfall and taking in the sight and sounds of it, rage mixing with his grief as he contemplates.

"Is this what I was warned of? is this my calamity..."