"How the mighty have fallen. Played, from the beginning to end, on a string," a voice echoed. Darkness veiled its source.
"Abandon fate, and fate abandons you. The unworthy son. An unleashed dog.
"Your life, is not, was not, supposed to continue like this." The voice faded, misty. "Where is your future but bleakness, infidel."
The abyss exploded. Lights seeped from the never-ending void. Warps… unending. Relentless in form.
A room had emerged. Three corners, grey walls on each side–windows misaligned on every part. Bulb lightened the ceiling, only. Disasters of architecture.
Structure to be abandoned, decorum ruined as two figures materialized within. Same face, same height, same mind.
Alistairs.
Two Alistairs eyed from a seat--blue crossed gazes.
"The past has prevented our future, dear me," muttered Alistâir, crevices infesting his face. A cold smile on lips.
"You again." Alistair frowned. "What do you want?"
