Rayclast Styxx - Somewhere in the Depths of a Pool

"Here we are again..." A voice echoed deeply into the dark surroundings. With the echoeing voice came an image. Styxx found herself standing upon the surface of water, standing opposed her dark self. She, herself, baring white hair and skin while her opposing figure that of opposite midnight black.  "How much longer can you deny me? You thwart me. Oppose me. Lock me away and now you hurt me. And I have become you. You just can't accept me." As that sentence rung out more and more, pain and sorrow began to fill each and every word. It was not malice that lingered within that figure, but genuine grief. So many years having been neglected, given ever small tastes from time to time to feel what freedom was meant to be. In the end, always tucked away. "Can't you... just be you? Does faith in a deity mean so much that you can't be yourself? That you can't look yourself in the mirror and accept who you are? You and I, we are balance. We are what is needed in this new life. Yet here you stick to old wa-..."

Interrupted in that trail of thought, the light-side began to speak. "No. I accept who I am. I accept it so much that I know what I can keep locked behind bars and brought out when the time is right. You - my emotion, are a boon no doubt but you are likewise a bane. A bane that I can't let loose on the world just yet. There is too much to do. Too much that requires my own feelings to be let aside. I can't love. I can't feel. I can't be bias. For the very moment I begin  to do such, in a role like the one I now bare, I will begin to do more mistakes then I or others can remedy. And it's that very point that brings us to a matter of balance. For if you do see the light of day, the only thing that overwhelms is the dark. When we are out there as Styxx, all there is - is naught. Don't you understand? It is my inner self, you, that has not developed to the point of balance."

The dark figure hunches down onto it's knees to look down upon the pool of water they stood upon. "But... without a chance to go outside... how can I develope?"

The light figure began to draw close, setting it's hands upon the dark figures shoulders. "You see, you hear and you grasp. Just because we withhold our feelings, does not mean we withhold who we are. We can learn from every action we participate in, even if we view it from a distant angle."

Suddenly the dark figure hugs itself, jolting and becoming smaller. It whimpers in place. "It hurts.... it hurts so much."

The being of light soon after wraps her arms about the dark figure. "I know. Just endure. This will all be over one day."

The world around, dark and only alight in the small spot in the middle where both of them were, began to erupt in vigorous shakes. The dark entity began to cling onto it's midnight hair. "I'm scared. They don't understand. They're going to kill us." Even then the being of light didn't let go of it's grip as she continued to utter soothing words to the other entity.

"They will understand in time. Some already do. More then you seem to fathom. And even more they seem to accept. But should this be our dieing day, let us pray together that Kelemvor judges us mercifully. That we will continue on a path of prosperity and find sanctuary in this new life."

"Styxx..." The dark entity spoke with fear in her voice, though an odd sense of acceptance.

"... Rayclast." The light figure uttered, ever soothingly in her very quaint way of serene neutrality.