He knows my name, Varek thought, frowning.
Kael Duskborne stood in front of him, hands opening and closing by his sides as he prepared to fight.
He watched Varek closely, waiting for any sudden movements.
It doesn't matter; the sword whispered in his mind. We shall kill him all the same.
But why? Why was this other shardbearer his enemy? It didn't make much sense. He didn't want this fight.
Varek wasn't even sure what his own goals were. He wasn't sure why he was here in this city. He didn't know what his path was forward.
The sword had made sure of that.
And Duskborne seemed to be on the side of the people. The ones who he said needed freedom.
Varek knew what it was like to crave freedom. To want to break free from a system that seemed to be never-ending.
Now that he'd finally done it though, he expected to feel more. To be happier. But something was still holding him back.
The sword.
It couldn't be trusted. It was influencing his actions, impacting his ideals.
