Half Angel / Half Demon, All Hero. Amatu tries to find a way to cure Malforence of their curse and bring them back into the light.
@internutter/challenge-03327-i039-a-brief-and-regrettable-encounter -- FightingFit
The simplest of questions lead to the longest of stories. In this case, a simple, "What happened to them?" lead to the kind of story that could take days to tell. Wraithvine knew their time was limited and tried to keep it to the barest of bones.
The best of intentions. A chronic disease that shortened their time. Desperation. Mistakes. A warning that was not heeded. Trying and failing and failing to turn them away from a path.
"It's been centuries since they broke my heart. For some time, I thought I wouldn't have a heart left any more." A sigh almost as old as ze was. Perhaps it was even older. "Sometimes, people won't be saved. I never did learn to let them go to their own doom."
The campfire crackled in their silence. Amatu had a bleak look on his face. "I don't have to kill them, do I?"
Wraithvine's mourning gaze turned to the halo of words circling Amatu's horns. "It just says you ring the end of all unwell. No killing is mentioned. There is that hope. There is always that hope."
It didn't look like ze had very much of it.
Amatu reached over to grasp the Eternal Elf's shoulder. "I will find a way. It may not be the salvation either of you were looking for, but... At least I can try."
"Thank you," murmured Wraithvine.
And a little bit of Amatu's light imbued Wraithvine's spirit. There was no grandiose flash. Just a little ripple that ruffled the immortal's hair.
Wraithvine looked stunned for a moment. "That... took a weight off my soul," ze said. "You should practice it. I think it might be key."
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