“Let’s keep going.”īut it drops back into the well it seems they are all holding at bay. “We have more important things to do here.” She looks to the wizard, and then up to the Spirit of Darkmoor where she waits in the next hall. “Stop stop it-both of you.” Marla slams the end of her staff against the stone floor. “How could I? Our professor was dead, our school was gone, the death students needed something and Ambrose barely gave me a choice-” “You didn’t say no though did you.” Duncan spits back. “I didn’t ask to be his assistant! I didn’t ask to be a professor when he faked his death and blew up our classroom!” “ Hey!” Malorn barely raises his voice, cutting over Duncan regardless. “ Both?” Duncan laughs, “You say that like I wasn’t shoved aside for the only teaching assistant Malistaire ever took-even if he’s better at theory than he’s ever been at real spellwork-” “I know this is hard for all of you-I know you were both close to-” “I’m sorry.” They say again, it’s coming a lot, they can’t help it. “I don’t know if he meant to,” The wizard tells him, “I think he just wanted her back-I think he was trying anything, everything, no matter the cost.”ĭuncan is glowering at them, but the anger doesn’t feel like it’s for them specifically. “He turned her into a wraith?” The mix of horror and disgust on Malorn’s face matches the memory of their own. Angry and vengeful and-I see why this is where Malistaire chose to come, familiar pain, kindred spirits.” “But her spirit had been twisted into a wraith. They had spent those sinking moments in a bedroom no longer their own, looking at eyes that were not theirs, shaking flesh and blood that belonged to a stranger. “When I was first in Dragonspyre, Cyrus wanted to try and resolve things without a fight-I went into the Drake family tomb to capture a memory of Sylvia’s spirit-he was hoping her love would bring Malistaire back to reason.” And they had fought the wraith and run. But this whole mess had come about from lies of omission, they may as well dig up the rest of the pain. They don’t like to see what grief did to Malistaire-especially after their brief meeting in old Dragonspyre. ![]() ![]() They don’t like to talk about the wraith. “You alright?” Penny pulls them to a stop before the fight begins. No, it’s the Spirit of Darkmoor herself who throws them into unwanted memory. The spirits of the Dragon Titan’s army sting-but with the academy rebuild ongoing, much of the wizard’s sourness towards Dragonspyre has eased. Which is where the wizard starts to put together why this is where Malistaire had chosen to seclude himself. Howling Cheney and Sir Blackwater go down without a fuss, Renfield proves to be helpful-though very obviously hypnotized-and directs them towards the upper halls.
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