sevensworn — a prayer for the dying.
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He tilted his face up, groaning with effort as he shifted his position so his hands were tucked under his arms to protect them from the cold. He shivered, eyes focusing on nothing in the pitch-black cave, doing his best to ignore the agony that worked its way through him. Feeling his mind start to get hazy, he forced himself to speak. To do anything to keep himself awake.
“Vi’mahn ak shal te’ran.” At long last, I see the gentle end. “Enra shi le’tas firen, vohk atos em ri nott.” I have walked tall, and fought with fury. “Ma ras -” Ronan’s voice broke. His teeth were chattering. The prayer he uttered was nothing more than a mantra at that point - he didn’t believe the gods would have any mercy for him now.
“Ma ras at’vok til.” My arms are open. “Merak shal ah’vihn.” I offer my final surrender.
He repeated it over and over, until his voice was raw and flat.
