Silent Storm | Aza #2

This had proven to be a horrendous idea; he knew he was getting closer to Murkhaven, but even being able to see the lights on the distant horizon wasn't much. After all, there were simply lights from the buildings; this nightmarish landscape didn't even have light beacons. Aza quite honestly felt like he was going to go mad before he got there.

He had tripped on overgrown roots at least a few times by now, and the mud and swamp water he desperately was trying to avoid didn't help matters. Everything in this marshland was strangely still and silent, not even a breeze disturbing the spindly tree branches. Darkness swathed the land no matter where he looked, and it became increasingly obvious that there might be more than just the fog damage to worry about.

Honestly, the fog was one of Aza's worries, but it wasn't the one that wouldn't shut up. The pure rage carried by the spirits that made up his Nera just added to his anxiety, and they were certainly out for blood.

He tried to push it down, tried to ignore the spirits' constant ranting, but Aza didn't have many options when they were a part of him. Maybe he should have brought something to keep the darkness at bay.

If the spirits didn't long to reap the lands and kill everyone they saw, maybe he'd be able to put up with them. Or, perhaps, Aza would appreciate them if they weren't suggesting slaughtering the entire city. Either way, they were still giving him a pounding headache, and he could not just have a moment of silence to himself. His leg already hurt; what more was a nauseating headache?

If anything were to attack him out here, Aza figured he would just accept his fate. After all, it felt like he was never going to make it to Murkhaven. All of this mud was really slowing him down, and he deeply regretted not just hacking into a hover vehicle and stealing it. Or he could have procured it like a normal person, but where was the fun in that?

Now, due to the consequences of his actions, Aza was just in a whole lot of pain. A nap sounded good about now, but he knew sleep wouldn't come to him anytime soon. Dread clawed at his chest, his panic rising as the spirits' voices became clearer, as their sickening fury grew sharper. What would happen if he stayed in the darkness with them for too long? Would he begin losing himself? He had always despised this Nera, but they couldn't make him do anything that they wanted…right?

Aza just tried walking a bit faster, despite the pain that shot through his leg. He would get to Murkhaven by crawling if he had to; at least there would be light inside the houses. Then he could finally get some peace and quiet, assuming the spirits hadn't figured out how to pester him in lit areas. I just need them to shut up for a bit. But I don't get that mercy, do I?