RP:Reemergence

Tyler sits at the edge of the earth, heavy legs swaying over the cliff as eyes stare to reflect the burning stars that hang in the night sky. His body at rest while his mind struggles to stop it's constant bouncing. Vivid memories and scenes of 'what if' playing on repeat as he continues to torture himself in constant self loathing.

Josleen, Hildegarde, Emilia and Skylei sit at the forefront of his mind along with his former.

Though the human sits by himself, he isn't alone. Gripped tightly in his left hand rests a small brown pouch with a faint orange glow.

More than an hour of silence has come and gone before shaking fingers pull at the strings of the pouch allowing the contents to be revealed. Inverting the cloth, two small stones spill into an sweaty, waiting palm.

Those caramel eyes were blank slates as they stared into the abyss of space, though once they settled upon the blood stones an undeniable anger fills them.

The world is still as Tyler begins shaking uncontrollably. Raw emotion causes the loss of control of his abilities and illusions erupt from his mind to dance over the cliff face, rapidly shifting between one another.

Josleen in her pitiful, battered state. The jokes Tyler had spewed. The maniacal laughter. The resounding guilt that still fills his heart.

Emilia hiding in the mines. The drow that sought to harm her. The scream in the forest. The letter removing Tyler from her life.

Skylei taking him to Gualon. The thief with the boots. The wolves. The kiss. The screaming. The anger. The regret.

Then there was Hildegarde. Finding him in the frozen land, nearly starved. Clothing him. Staying with him. Saving him from the punishment of his crimes.

... Leaving him alone in the way.

A shout of frustration shatters the images, a sudden gust of wind carrying them into the horizon.

Sharp, rapid breathes through flaring nostrils as the man blames the stones for all of his issues. Cursing the former and his demons for plaguing the man with a meaningless life of solitude.

Then, it stops. The shaking, the loathing, the worthless cursing. Tyler's visage of confusion and pleading twists into a defiant grin as his eyelids narrow upon the stones.

"No", his voice cackles. "Mercy has gone on long enough. The luxury of limbo as you watch me. -MOCK- me. You expect my surrender, do you not? You think I will yield to your game".

The crazed laughter pales in comparison to the sudden eruption of mana from Tyler's form. Tendrils of green, red and blue essence swirling up the mans forearms before piercing violently into the stones.

"No", he states once more. "I will not yield. This life is mine..."

The stones begin to crack and blood chilling screams of pain ring out, only in the mind of the illusionist as the grin widens.

"... As are you."

The flash of light lasts only a second. Pebbles of debris are all that remain. With closed eyes and a soft smile plastered upon his visage, a calming breath is taken.

A minute passes before he dumps the debris over the scenic view and picks himself up stepping away from the edge of the earth. His mind is no more at ease as memories of the former fill every space available. Absorbed during the destruction of his soul, along with his talents.

No longer will Tyler refer to himself as a spare soul, or a replacement of a corrupted man and his demons.

There is only one.