The second son is dead.
I can feel the healing energies coming from Kaer, my wounds seal themselves up as I walk away. Murgash and Amelia seem to be having some discussion about the magical qualities of what had been the second son’s equipment. His dagger looked nice, I think as I step through the wall of fire. I feel a really sharp burning on my left shoulder blade. I wonder for a second if the fire protection magic has failed but the rest of me feels fine.
I step over the two huge carcasses of the giant spiders and stop suddenly in shock as I see what looks like a woman kneeling besides Corvin’s body. The strange thing is the woman seems to be fire, no actual body just the vague shape of a woman. I rub my eyes and look back again and the image of the woman in the fire breaks apart as the wall of flames goes out.
I look down at Corvin’s body lying there as if in a peaceful slumber. He was a small man, slender, physically unimposing, effeminate I guess you could say. He was handsome, attractive, kind of hot for an old guy. I look back towards where I hear the others still talking and then down again at Corvin’s body. Shouldn’t there be blood, burnt skin? Shouldn’t he look dead?
My vision gets a bit blurry as I realize I have tears running down my cheeks. My body starts shaking, so I kneel down before I fall over. I guess the tears reach my shoulders because suddenly the burning sensation on my wound intensifies again. I stand and lift the cloak, my armor and the shirt I was wearing to see what is hurting. Burnt into the skin of my left shoulder blade is an image of an angelic woman. The image seems familiar, I’ve seen it on a weapon but I can’t remember where until I clear the tears from my eyes and look back at Corvin again and see his holy symbol.
Sarenrae? The goddess of redeemed evil-doers. What does that mean? Am I? Could it be? My head is spinning and I put my hands on either side of my head. I seem to be stepping in a circle. Does that mean I have to start praying? I don’t know how to pray, well unless you count blood sacrifices. Do worshipers of Sarenrae do that? It doesn’t seem right. Should I talk to Logen? I could have talked to Corvin if he hadn’t died, maybe that would have been better.
“Sophia! Where have you gone?”, I hear someone yell my name and I panic, I trip over and fall face first onto Corvin.
There are boot falls behind me and I hear Murgash say, “Looks like she wanted to cop a feel on the dead guy.” I realize where my hand had landed in my fall and I quickly move it away from Corvin’s crotch area.
I hear a slap and then Amelia’s voice, “Really Murgash, you should be ashamed. Let me see what’s wrong.”
I feel an arm slip around my shoulder and I start to scream, I open my eyes and I’m looking right into Corvin’s brown eyes. I stop screaming as I see his eyes moving back and forth looking from one of my eyes to the next and back again. I realize our eyes are only a few inches apart, our noses are touching, my lips are almost touching his and his arm is around my shoulder.
I spin away, curl into a ball sitting up, cover my arms over my head and continue my silent sobs. At this point, I don’t even know what I’m crying about, Corvin is obviously alive. I should be happy, and I am but I’m also tired, incredibly tired.
I feel an arm on my shoulder again and Amelia worries, “Sophia? Are you all right?”
“I need a drink.”
“Here take my waterskin”, Amelia offers.
“No I mean a real drink. Logen! You have ale right?”