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// Of Grief 
// Story: Discussions About a Human 
// by FriendlyTwo3 
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A pair of gleaming eyes shown through the darkness of the prison. A shadowed figure sat alone in a metal cage. A toothed smile came to his face as he felt a twinge of energy within him. He felt anger and sadness. He felt the shockwaves of tears hitting a dirt ground. He felt the flapping of wings as they carried their grief-stricken master home. He felt cold metal on his hands as they gripped a brass doorknob and shut the wooden door silently. His smile widened as he felt the pain within his pawn. The feeling of loneliness. The feeling of loss. Of grief. Of guilt.

The figure felt these feelings in his hands, then in his chest. The feelings welled up through his throat, and into his mouth. The figure reached out from the bars of the cage and grabbed a piece of dark grey fabric, one that was ripped from his cloak an eternity ago. Cupping his hands, he breathed a dark, ghastly substance into the fabric. The substance was not unlike smoke, but also akin to slime. It flowed from his lips as tobacco does from the lips of a smoker, but melted into the fabric like honey. The figure smiled again as he closed the fabric around the substance. A sickly chuckle emitted from the figure. He ceased his laughter and whispered hoarsely to himself.

“Everything according to plan.

Soon, Tirek shall rise again.”