Fade To Black

The last locks of Ithanian hair fall from his head. The latest member to the House Norrvakt takes the mirror from the barber, looking at his reflection. It had been quite some time since he was bald. Hopefully it won't become too scarred during the training. His head turns so that his tattoo faces the mirror. 'I Am the Servant of My Master's House.' A servant for but a moment, a child he has become. Now a member of the Master's House. Nicolas rises from his seat, paying the barber for his services and wishing him well. The Ithanian turns back into his room, sitting at his vanity. He draws his fingers over each of the several earrings adorning his ears. He will not be needing these for the next few years. Nicolas takes a deep breath, he was truly going through with this. He had just only been declared a heretic, but he knows that the Blackmark will be the most efficient in preparing him for the inevitable wars he must fight in. The Norrvakt laughs to himself at that thought. At least now his soul shall be saved. He turns to face the jar beside him.

"This may be the end of us old friend"

"Nonsense, we won't be dying that easily"

"So sure are we Nicolas? You were the surgeon and now I will become the monster"

"We have always been a monster, do you not remember the children"

"Oui, I do.. Some of them are still alive, somewhere"

"At least we have our niece"

"Roselyne?"

"No, the other one"

"Someday. If I'm still alive after this"

"If /we/ are still alive"

With that the Norrvakt leaves the estate and heads to the harbor. He had already arranged for a company quick enough. His life is now in the hands of the Blackmark. Either he will return to carry out his sentence or he will die in training. Only time will tell for the heretical eunuch.