Fragmente 15+16

Hair framed HER haggard face and HER lifeless eyes still seemed to stare viglantly straight ahead – that´s how i found HER. So sublime had passed away the last of the once proud ankorian people.

Fragment 15: Betrayel

After the Boro´Madar had prepared HER a funeral, as was HER last will, the office of Malaka´Re now fell to me, Yanaka. I had always feared HER, even hated HER in the past. But now, when I stepped into HER realm, which now became my realm, and learned HER story, my heart filled with sorrow and pain because of HER fate. Slowly I learned what cruelties made HRT the dreaded Mistress of Death in the first place. I learned why SHE acted, indee had to act, an truly the burden of office was heavy on HER shoulders. After a year I found the devios plan behind Yoana´s visit, and I realized what a painful farewell it was for HER: Kelek was long dead, and Saros, the unfortunate one, was already a fighter for the Endless Host. But no one knew, for death came creeping upon them both in the night. And Yoana, the faithful, obeyed her master´s command and went to her sister, unknowing on whose true behalf she was acting.

Had Yoana softened HER heart an the gate been opened, Gawan´s henchmen were already ready to occupy the tunnels and nothing could have stopped their advance northwards. How horrible it must have been for HER to send her own beloved sister to her death, when HER dearest wish would have been to save her. To know that she was unwittingly acting on behalf of the outcast! To know that her own sister is a tool of traitors, traitors whom she trusts! And not to be able to help her, not even to be able to tell her the truth, for fear that she wouldbelieve Kelek, her master, more than that Black Mistress of Death who had  once been her sister. How much it may have torn HER heart apart, no living soul can imagine … The only thing that remained to HER all these years was Yoana´s ring, and that ring is still waiting for a worthy successor to face HER. Now, however, I am the Malaka´Re. May the elements assist me, and the wisdom of the Quai guide me, that I may fulfill this office with dignity, as Yilala´Mon the Black Mistress of Death did! It ist still said in the North that YOUR restless spirit finds no peace in the tunnels, and YOUR lamentations are heard in the dark corridors, for it was only after YOUR death that grief and pain broke out in YOUR restless spirit. I, however, saw and heard nothing of it.

Fragment 16: The funeral

We remember. We built a tomb for HER. Deep underground. And HER spirit guided us, we protected HER tomb with seven gates like SHE had in life. And they can only be opened by HER trials. And HER spirit helped us to veil the memory. But HER spirit waits in HER grave – waits for the one who will come to HER and demand what belongs only to the living. We remember, we closed the tunnel, but we know where it was. We can show you the tunnel to the first gate, but only one of su can pass through the gates an pass the tests.