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Inquisitor…
I heard it again as I sat in the same cell. I was warmer than usual, most likely because of my situation. I glanced at the guard who quickly looked away. These Fire Elementals don't understand that I could leave. Maybe even kill them on my way out. But there was no reason to. I liked it here. Reminded me of home, of my dungeon. I could sit here and pretend that I was there, that none of this confusion was clouding my head.

Inquisitor, where are you?
But no. The insistent voice in my head pulled me up off my seat and towards the door of the cell. The guard brought his spear up, standing in attention as I moved for the first time after being left here a few days ago. "Don't try anythi-" I didn't hear the rest of what he said as his throat was cut simultaneously with the bars to the cell. I stepped through the opening, then over his body. I glanced down and realized that I had used dark instead of light. I haven't done that in a while.
The dungeons of the fire elementals were located to the west of the palace. I didn't bother going that way, the call was coming from the east, out of the city. I walked through the streets, my powers keeping me safe from being seen. I've always been able to walk like this. I reached the outskirts of the city when the alarm went off signaling my escape. I kept walking, neither slowing down nor speeding up.

Inquisitor!
I know, I know, I'm on my way. My pace quickened slightly and I entered the forest to the east of the fire city. The pull was getting stronger, to the point where I realized it was light, and not dark. I frowned as I thought Liesenfolde was too far for the pull to be this strong. Perhaps Prince Leirin found a way to strengthen our bond. I didn't think so. I could still feel Roan.
My confusion was suddenly ended when I nearly walked right into the Prince. His hair and clothes were a mess, with twigs and leaves clinging to them. I smiled slightly as I noticed his bemused expression on how difficult it can be to travel quickly through the woods. This is the first time I've seen him out of Liesenfolde.
He looked up at me warily like he has since it's been made known the connection I have with Roan. My smile disappeared as we stared at each other. "In-Inquisitor I was looking for you," he said catching his breath.
"I know," I replied.
"Where have you been?" He asked, brushing some twigs off his sleeve.
"I was captured by the fire elementals."
He frowned, "When did I tell you to go there?"
"You didn't."
He sighed slightly, rubbing his thumb against his forehead. "Roan did then?" I nodded. "I suppose I can't ask why?"
"You can," I said simply.
He closed his eyes for a moment then looked at me. "Listen, you owe Roan nothing." I blanked my face as we returned to the conversation we must have had several times already. "I know about the pull and all, that you feel with him and I, but Roan only wants you to kill, to be a monster."
"And you don't?" He stared at me. I blinked, not knowing where that came from.
"No, I-"
"Yes, you do." I couldn't stop now that I started. "I see no different between you and Roan besides your element."
He put up his hand to stop me. "No, I am nothing like him."
I shook my head. "Yes you are. You both want me to do your dirty work, to kill, to deceive."
"Inquisitor, what I ask you to do is-"
"You don't even call me by my name anymore." He stared up at me, a hint of sadness in his face. "I don't even remember it."
He looked away, his stance portraying a man aged beyond his years, not a young Prince. "Tarn. Your name's Tarn," he murmured after a few moments. It didn't mean anything to me. He turned back to me. "Inquisi-" he sighed. "Tarn. I am sorry for how things have turned out. I'm… I just don't know how to handle everything… all this that people are depending on me to fix. I don't know who I can trust, but… I've always been able to trust you. You've never lied to me."
"I don't think I ever had a choice," I said, an unknown feeling creeping up on me. He gave me that look of regret and the feeling intensified. Anger, perhaps.
"I never knew… I thought-"
"I know what you thought."
"Please, Inquisitor-"
"Don't call me anything if you know my name," I said, feeling my fist clench.
"I'm sorry, alright!" His looked frustrated, sad, angry, confused even. I didn't feel pity for him. "I needed someone I could always trust, someone who wouldn't stab me in the back right as I turned away! You were that someone! I'm sorry I treated you like a tool, not a person! I was so caught up in politics and conspiracies for my life that I didn't-" He stopped, just staring at me. Then he murmured, "What do you want, then?"
I want to go home. I want to stay in my dungeon and the only ones who I talk to are my clients. I want to be rid of this confusion of who to listen to, who's right, who's wrong. I want my life to be how it used to be. Simple.
But there was something else. Something I felt as I stared at the Prince who was waiting for me to reply. Something I never felt for anyone. I didn't know what to think about it, his orders were still logged in my head, preventing me from doing what I realized was more important to me now then going home. "Tarn?" he asked.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at him. He looked different, weaker than I remembered. Just a small man who people call a Prince. "I want the confusion to end."
He looked down and nodded slightly in resignation. He sighed, then looked back up into my eyes. "Then I release you from the bond we have."
Something strange happened then. I lunged forward into the Prince and he gasped in pain. I felt my hand enter his chest and then push through, darkness surrounding it. He groaned as his legs gave way under him and he shlumped against me. I held him as if we were embracing. I smiled slightly as he tried to regain his footing, as I smelled his fear. I slowly lowered him to the ground, staring at his face contorted in pain.
I straightened up, then walked past him. I felt liberated. No longer was there light, constantly reminding me what I was, what I was doing was wrong. All that was there was darkness. The blissfully sweet blackness where I could be whatever I wanted to be.
I headed towards the place where more confusion always happened. Would get rid of it and all would be well. Just like Prince Leirin who I left for dead, it would be over.
I headed towards the Rogue City.

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Inquisitor…
I heard it again as I sat in the same cell. I was warmer than usual, most likely because of my situation. I glanced at the guard who quickly looked away. These Fire Elementals don't understand that I could leave. Maybe even kill them on my way out. But there was no reason to. I liked it here. Reminded me of home, of my dungeon. I could sit here and pretend that I was there, that none of this confusion was clouding my head.

Inquisitor, where are you?
But no. The insistent voice in my head pulled me up off my seat and towards the door of the cell. The guard brought his spear up, standing in attention as I moved for the first time after being left here a few days ago. "Don't try anythi-" I didn't hear the rest of what he said as his throat was cut simultaneously with the bars to the cell. I stepped through the opening, then over his body. I glanced down and realized that I had used dark instead of light. I haven't done that in a while.
The dungeons of the fire elementals were located to the west of the palace. I didn't bother going that way, the call was coming from the east, out of the city. I walked through the streets, my powers keeping me safe from being seen. I've always been able to walk like this. I reached the outskirts of the city when the alarm went off signaling my escape. I kept walking, neither slowing down nor speeding up.

Inquisitor!
I know, I know, I'm on my way. My pace quickened slightly and I entered the forest to the east of the fire city. The pull was getting stronger, to the point where I realized it was light, and not dark. I frowned as I thought Liesenfolde was too far for the pull to be this strong. Perhaps Prince Leirin found a way to strengthen our bond. I didn't think so. I could still feel Roan.
My confusion was suddenly ended when I nearly walked right into the Prince. His hair and clothes were a mess, with twigs and leaves clinging to them. I smiled slightly as I noticed his bemused expression on how difficult it can be to travel quickly through the woods. This is the first time I've seen him out of Liesenfolde.
He looked up at me warily like he has since it's been made known the connection I have with Roan. My smile disappeared as we stared at each other. "In-Inquisitor I was looking for you," he said catching his breath.
"I know," I replied.
"Where have you been?" He asked, brushing some twigs off his sleeve.
"I was captured by the fire elementals."
He frowned, "When did I tell you to go there?"
"You didn't."
He sighed slightly, rubbing his thumb against his forehead. "Roan did then?" I nodded. "I suppose I can't ask why?"
"You can," I said simply.
He closed his eyes for a moment then looked at me. "Listen, you owe Roan nothing." I blanked my face as we returned to the conversation we must have had several times already. "I know about the pull and all, that you feel with him and I, but Roan only wants you to kill, to be a monster."
"And you don't?" He stared at me. I blinked, not knowing where that came from.
"No, I-"
"Yes, you do." I couldn't stop now that I started. "I see no different between you and Roan besides your element."
He put up his hand to stop me. "No, I am nothing like him."
I shook my head. "Yes you are. You both want me to do your dirty work, to kill, to deceive."
"Inquisitor, what I ask you to do is-"
"You don't even call me by my name anymore." He stared up at me, a hint of sadness in his face. "I don't even remember it."
He looked away, his stance portraying a man aged beyond his years, not a young Prince. "Tarn. Your name's Tarn," he murmured after a few moments. It didn't mean anything to me. He turned back to me. "Inquisi-" he sighed. "Tarn. I am sorry for how things have turned out. I'm… I just don't know how to handle everything… all this that people are depending on me to fix. I don't know who I can trust, but… I've always been able to trust you. You've never lied to me."
"I don't think I ever had a choice," I said, an unknown feeling creeping up on me. He gave me that look of regret and the feeling intensified. Anger, perhaps.
"I never knew… I thought-"
"I know what you thought."
"Please, Inquisitor-"
"Don't call me anything if you know my name," I said, feeling my fist clench.
"I'm sorry, alright!" His looked frustrated, sad, angry, confused even. I didn't feel pity for him. "I needed someone I could always trust, someone who wouldn't stab me in the back right as I turned away! You were that someone! I'm sorry I treated you like a tool, not a person! I was so caught up in politics and conspiracies for my life that I didn't-" He stopped, just staring at me. Then he murmured, "What do you want, then?"
I want to go home. I want to stay in my dungeon and the only ones who I talk to are my clients. I want to be rid of this confusion of who to listen to, who's right, who's wrong. I want my life to be how it used to be. Simple.
But there was something else. Something I felt as I stared at the Prince who was waiting for me to reply. Something I never felt for anyone. I didn't know what to think about it, his orders were still logged in my head, preventing me from doing what I realized was more important to me now then going home. "Tarn?" he asked.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at him. He looked different, weaker than I remembered. Just a small man who people call a Prince. "I want the confusion to end."
He looked down and nodded slightly in resignation. He sighed, then looked back up into my eyes. "Then I release you from the bond we have."
Something strange happened then. I lunged forward into the Prince and he gasped in pain. I felt my hand enter his chest and then push through, darkness surrounding it. He groaned as his legs gave way under him and he shlumped against me. I held him as if we were embracing. I smiled slightly as he tried to regain his footing, as I smelled his fear. I slowly lowered him to the ground, staring at his face contorted in pain.
I straightened up, then walked past him. I felt liberated. No longer was there light, constantly reminding me what I was, what I was doing was wrong. All that was there was darkness. The blissfully sweet blackness where I could be whatever I wanted to be.
I headed towards the place where more confusion always happened. Would get rid of it and all would be well. Just like Prince Leirin who I left for dead, it would be over.
I headed towards the Rogue City.