Victory was so short lived! We did it, we actually defeated an aspect of a god. We did the impossible! I can't even believe that we survived! Two seconds after this hits me, the aspect hit me. Hard. Acid and vile evil exploded from its corpse, obliterating me. I can only think that in its last moments, it cast some sort of retributive spell, knowing that if it would die, it would take us down with it. I don't think my colleagues suffered the same fate, but I'm not certain.
Being a fey was amazing, better than my wildest dreams, being able to flit around the clouds. I wonder if this connection was always there or if my pact with witchthorn put something deeper inside me than I ever knew.
I'm having visions of fey, swirling around me and surrounding me.. hundreds of them in all directions and colors.
Perhaps this is the way I can show my house - our way out of our short lives. The old legends say that the elves and fey were cousins, and we know that the fey are immortal -- maybe in reconnecting with them instead of turning to necromancy.
Or, they can just be the sight of my revenge, building an army to destroy those who destroyed my family.
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