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“I did not think an immortal would partake in a drink, let alone ask me to be their drinking companion.” Varus muttered, staring into the dark liquid in his cup.  It was some sort of Shuriman alcohol, smelled strong.

He thought that if he could actually get drunk, this stuff would achieve that quite quickly.  But alas, no such pleasure for him.  It only burned as he drank it, no lingering taste or sensations.  Just burning.

He was surprised that the Curator would ask him off all people to get a drink.  Nasus normally seemed so cold and aloof.  An immortal among humans.  

“I have seen many men like you archer.  Men who have fallen to darkness not because they wish to, but because they do not see any other choice.” the great librarian finally spoke, his voice booming like a sand storm.  For a moment, he relieved watching his brother dragging the mad magus into the tomb, his voice yelling that this was the only way.  How many men had sacrificed themselves because “there was no other way?”“You think yourself a monster, do you not?  I myself felt similar when I too changed.  But appearances do not reflect what is inside.  Even one as great as an Ascended can still reminisce about the joy he used to feel from a good drink.” he told him, before taking a sip of his own.

Fire burned his lungs and yet he lived.

He couldn't comprehend what it was.  How something could be fire and burn but not injure.  How something so black could also be every other colour.  How smoke could also be water and solid.

He screamed as he felt his arms melt before his eyes.  Skin stripped away, followed by muscle.  Bone remained as the fire danced around him, a solid mass forming around it, giving him his new arms.  Sharpened talons ended his finger, his skin now like obsidian.

His legs were next, the fire devouring him all the way to his waist.  It would of taken more, devoured his whole form, but tattoos of the Clever Owl stopped it.  The process repeated, taking his flesh and skin and replacing it with it's own blighted mass.

He stumbled, trying to escape from the pain.  Smoke poured out of his mouth like a real fire had been lite inside him.  He retched up blood, feeling something else coming up with it, pink like tissue.  

His hair flew free from it's tie, the mass of brown turning sheer white.  What little of his own skin remained also turned a sickly pale.  He also fell there, letting the fire of this infernal being consume him.

But he stood.

He would not let this rule him.  He would not let his suffering go quietly into the night.  The archer roared in pain, but in resistance as well.  He would survive this.  He would channel all this pain and redirect it to his foes.

(uwaaaa holi!!! justo estaba pensando en mandarte un mensaje por skype wwww)

Teacher: What do you aspire to be?

I wanna be a writer! I have a plan for a novel drafted out and several short stories but I dunno if I'll ever actually get published h ha hah aha.... ;v;

Felicidades mija *3* -Entendió dp de leer el mensaje de explicación-

soucita xDDD

Miharu: Me hace feliz 3

Miharu: Mi amor por el Kentucky es tan grande wn.

Sou: Lo sé.

Sou: cuando no hablábamos veía el kentucky y tenía manpain

Sou: (?????)

Miharu: DEBO QUOTEARTE

Sou: wn

Sou: es una asociación

Sou: que no podía dejar (??)

espera, QUÉ?

omg omg omg omg omg omg

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Hubo un momento donde dejé de llorar, pero no recuerdo bien cuando fue. Creo que fue cuando Lisi me cantaba desde el otro extremo de la celda hace ya un tiempo, o cuando Erik me contaba una historia que se le ocurría para que le devolviese el bastón.

La verdad es que no me acuerdo, y quizás sería mejor que yo dejara de esperarlos. Lisi me dijo que tenía que irme yo también a dormir si no quería sufrir, pero yo no puedo hacerlo en este lugar que desconozco por completo. Ella me dice muchas cosas pero a mí me da miedo escucharla, es como si ya no fuese ella.

Han pasado tantos años, tantos que no sé cuando me llamaron usando mi nombre por última vez. Ellos me llaman de muchos modos, es como si aún no decidieran uno, me han dicho que cuando sea mayor quizás pueda elegir cual me gusta más.