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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Moonheart.

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Author:        Moonheart
Date    Tue Dec 20 16:29:30 2005
Subject  A Sense Of Foreboding

I frowned up at the night sky, my eyes automatically drawn to the 
constellation of Takhisis.  'It's late...  I guess time really does fly when 
you're engaging in a pleasant conversation with Shao for once.  ' I thought 
drily.  Remembering back to our chat I recalled what I'd told him about my 
little brother.  Should I pay Straze a visit?   
 
What if he is still angry with me, though?  That argument had been anything 
but small, and it was I who said that I wasn't ever coming back...  And now 
I wonder, how did he feel when I said such harsh things to him?  Surely it 
couldn't have been a very nice feeling...  Hell, if he'd said anything like 
that to me I'd be devastated.  Absolutely heartbroken.  It was then that I 
made my decision.  As soon as things calmed down around here I'd go see him 
in Sanction.  I can only pray for forgiveness.   
 
'Shao advised you to make haste in your apology, fool.  ' A voice said in my 
mind.   
 
'Quiet.  What the hell would you know anywhim?  ' I replied, barely able to 
repress the urge to shudder.  The voice was my own, why was I talking to 
myself?   
 
'More than yourself, that much is for certain.  Who is to say you won't die 
tomorrow?  And if not then, then the next day?  Or the next?  Face it, you 
have no control over your Fate.  ' 
 
I growled and clenched my fists.  'I said be quiet!  I'm not going to die!  
' 
 
'Sure you aren't.  ' 
 
'Shut up!  ' 
 
A moment passed in blissful silence...  The voice was gone.  I felt the 
tension slowly leave me as I took in a few deep breaths.  Without another 
thought, I turned on my heel and stalked back towards the camp.  "All of 
this has me even talking to myself, imagine that!  " I said outloud, letting 
out a short laugh.  As I entered my tent however, the rest of the day 
suddenly caught up with me and I wearily fell onto my cot, staring up at the 
'ceiling' of the tent.  A smile found its way onto my lips.  'Bah, what am I 
worried about?  We may have lost the battle, but the war itself is far from 
over.  ' I would have laughed, but I couldn't find the energy to.   
 
And for some reason the eerie feeling from before just wouldn't go away...   

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