Life comes in labels. Not just the people you see around you, the creatures and the plants in the forests you take for granted, but also in the thoughts you have in your head. You don't classify them because they never leave your head. But some people classify them. The Real thoughts, they are based in reality, the closest you get to true. The Surreal are like the Real, only altered, made vague and twisted. The Unreal are straight from imagination, imagined realities.
Friday, February 14, 2014
No Price Too High
There was no love greater than that between Indara and Ahram, the Sorcerers of the Court of the Dreamweaver. When Indara looked death in the face one eve after battle, Ahram was left alone to wrest the soul of his beloved from the Unreal. Ahram found himself battered and broken by the daemons therein, his last resort? He turned to the enemy of his enemy, and made a deal with a powerful trifecta of Emyprean. He traded everything he had, and much of what he didn't, and brought Indara back from the brink. She would live for almost 1,000 years, but he could spend only a single day with her out of every 300. And in response? The Infinite Chorus asked for relatively little, that couldn't be acquired with a blade..
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