Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

The soothing expression she seemed to offer, and not flinching away from him. She didn't falter from his touch, as many magic wielders had formerly done. As unpleasing as his touch had been, the feeling of ones power diminishing. He was certain, she had more prides then that of her magic. He was certain she was still a strong creature, and she would still have been able to break him with a snap of her fingers. It was a touch of silence, one could learn to appreciate. At least so his thoughts told himself, as he kept playing with the idea, that she'd follow him once released. That she'd rid him of his loneliness, that he so eagerly protected, in his own blindness. Parts of him, thinking that he didn't need others. But parts of him, knew this wasn't true. And begged that his gut, was wrong. That she wouldn't just run away, nor let him just walk away, once she was released. Her flinch at the sparks, wasn't of fear in her own pain, but that of his. He smiled lightly with her shock, giving her a calming expression. His kind grew immunity to magic, and the ability to dispel it. They did so, to guard themselves, and those around them, from the dark powers that had once been brooding strongly. That darkness, had surpassed, and so the Hellige had been deemed part of what they helped others destroy. A menace. And so, they'd been destroyed, and nearly forced to extinction. But not just yet. He didn't get to calm her, before the Guards knocked against the door, and he had to escape. The look that he was offered, sliced his heart with torment, that he hadn't known for a long time. A pain, that couldn't be matched by that of physical wounds. He had almost wept as he left, gazing back several times, during his escape. And as promised, he returned. When the moon reached it's highest, a shadow appeared at the still broken window. It had been somewhat repaired, so the invader had to take a step over an edge, to gaze inside the room. And this time, it didn't come unarmed. A hand reached to it's back, pulling a bow from it's holding, followed by an arrow by the other hand. He took aim, and fired without a sound, an arrow piercing the silence, hitting one Guard's neck, passing right through any defense the armor might have offered. Another arrow, piercing the silence again, Guards only just starting to react to the first attack, before a second was stricken down. The shadow then leaped from the darkness, and into the room, unable to get a fix on the last three guards. He had to put them out, before they managed to call for help, so he swiftly made his way to the side of the room, giving her clear air to strike at yet another one of the Guards, and then a fourth. The fifth, now fully aware of the situation, was about to yell out, but an arrow managed to pierce through his neck, before he managed much more then a pip. The shadow then moved to the cage, swiftly pulling the sheet away, brown eyes gazing down to the creature, hidden away inside. Soft lips smiled, to accompany the gentle, adoring eyes, as Arch gazed down on her. Told you.. Did I not? He whispered, before quickly kneeling next to the lock of the cage, bringing out several small metal pins, proceeding to unlock the cage, then open the exit therefrom, taking a step back, to allow her space to step out. Weep no more. The cruelty of my kind, shall no longer linger above you. He said, once again, respectfully allowing her all the space she wanted.