September 18th, 2008

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Day 297: Coriolana

Day 297: Coriolana
Day 297: Coriolana
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I will not lie, not after all I've done. When I opened that coffin, I was ready to kill my father. It wasn't a decision I came to easily. I wavered in my choice, daily cursing my own family name and then feeling the pull of something darker on my heart. There were moments when I considered joining him in his slavery, bound to the wet dark earth and the night sky. Yet always, my friends pulled me back from this choice. My companions are not tied to me by blood or magic, and yet they stayed with me, supported me, fought besides me.

Which is why I met that closed coffin with a closed heart, ready to drive a stake through the heart of the monster who had once been my living father.

Which is why it was all the more surprising to open the coffin and find the creature inside wasn't my father, but something much, much, worse.