Holy Tensions Rising
This day was always bound to come, this talk always bound to happen. As if tensions against the Void and its users were not high before, the release of N’Zoth has only risen such tensions. Rumors amongst the Ren’dorei whisper stories of assaults and accusations from those fearful of the shadows, looking for an excuse to attack those delving into the dark arts, or simply those just too confused to know better. The looks Alice gets, they could rival the looks of disdain and hatred she got back in the Sunwell Priesthood. But now, she got fearful looks. Alice didn’t want to scare people, well at least not all the time. She didn’t want to be a source of fear, fueling the hatred of those against the forces she dabbles with. Was it truly just fear or hatred? Could the Naaru’s Light be preaching words against the darkness and it’s followers, inciting those who hear? Could it be those wanting to purge away imperfections, follow the practices of the Titans and Titanforged, follow the arrogance and tyranny, the negligence of the natural order? It mattered not. Alice also knew that if tensions continued to rise, even her loved ones would be put at risk by association. Should she start hiding the truth about her? What she is? Perhaps… that was best.
V’opoth and the Voices rung in Alice’s head. “Perhaps it is best. Lay low, slip through the cracks, stick to the shadows that protect you. You would lessen the chances of attacks on you, reduce the endangerment of your loved ones.” Alice agreed with those remarks. But she also knew that she was a monster, she had accepted this, but the fear she caused… that she couldn’t live with. The Whispers… they told a different story. “Why would you hide what you are? Embrace it. Embrace what you are, what you were always meant to be. Break and kill those who dare attack you. Claim vengeance for any who attack your loved ones. It’s easy, you know. We can show you how. Just. Listen. Would your parents want you to hide yourself? To not be you? To be afraid like this?”
Her parents. What would they think of her? Of what she’s become? Would they still love and accept her? Would they fear her, too? Would they abandon her? Would they want her to embrace what she is, even if it endangered her and those she loved? Alice replied outwardly. “No. They would want me to do what I must to survive, even if it meant hiding. Just like they did before.” V’opoth grew the sleeves on Alice’s robes, concealing her marked arm and Alice pulled her shadows and flames back into her. It was time to survive.
As Alice did this, the Whispers let out a growl. “You can not hide forever. The wars are coming, you and others will be forced out.” The Whisper then let out a sinister laugh as Alice forced them to the back of her mind...