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The tears have come so easily that I have not felt him near�as then he was beside me�trying once again to make me understand he is the same. The torture upon his face at my seeming disapproval of his new form shakes him to the core. He pleads with me to understand�he is my young one; he has done this for me but believes I will never love him in this form as I did before. I do not know if I can�these changes are so foreign to me. I have never seen nor would have believed it even possible to be the same in mind and soul but not in the physical form. Tears threaten to overwhelm me once again as I attempt to comprehend the scale of what has happened.
In sudden anger he lashed at the air�frightening me�but its direction was not at me�rather the situation we now faced. But his outburst also displayed the frailty the body he now possessed contained and in a fit of coughing slumped in the chair�both from pain and despair. The sight of my once strong companion in this state made my heart break more and anger welled within me at my foolishness. This body was not what he desired any more than I�and moving closer I quelled my fears to reach his hand�I do love him�I merely need to accept what has become of him�as difficult as it may be.
Knowing my apprehension toward this new form he whispers a correction with his spell of time�but the vessel that now carries his spirit is to frail�it would not survive the enormous energies it takes to cast such a spell and I beg him not to attempt this�asking only for time to accept what has become of him.
Apologies of the state he left me in abound until his anger at the situation erupts again as he believes that only this form is what stops me from caring not that life has changed forever. Gods young one�is appearance all you believe is at stake here? His anger tears me apart as all he believes I am consumed with is his appearance�that should he have returned within the same form all would be as it was�his words so angry I move away�again to cry over these proceedings.
Away from him for only moments the flood of tears returns�he does not understand�and I seem to have no words within me to make him do so but soon he is before me again�begging to understand why I cannot love him anymore�and threatening that I should destroy him rather than he be tortured in a life without me. The only emotion I seem to have control over is anger and I spat the words I could not find previous�how could I look upon him now when his demise is in continual replay within my thoughts?
The emotions taking their toll on his new frail form he collapses from their weight�only to find me at his side again begging for him not to leave me a second time�fear seemingly removing my remorse for a moment. I cannot lose him again�even if this form is foreign�he is still my young one�I could not bear to have the images of his demise within my thoughts twice. My pleading in rambling form�a mantra of misdirected thoughts flowed from my lips�confusion and pain within them. I begged him to help me accept what has happened�to erase the images of his destruction so I may look upon his new form as a gift�rather than a curse. Without hesitation he obliged�placing spell upon me to remove said sights and using what little energy he had in reserve to do so�then crumpling to the ground when it was completed.
Fears removed�I was again at his side�giving life�s blood to replenish his energies. I shake my head at the powers my young one contains within him�and what lengths he will go to in protection of my well-being. Until reading the passage earlier�from that point to now I knew not what he had removed�I will not tell him that with my journal I have images new�this would only upset him and I cannot allow that to occur. It matters not now regardless�mine own actions have made it clear to that, but with some strength returned to him�he curses the body he now resides in. It�s frail and sickly nature frustrating him�and ashamed of this state we moved outside for rest without observance.
Placing him within my embrace he rested his coughing containing blood and racking his body with pain he merely shrugs off�but I cannot and though he tells me not to worry that is impossible. I fear still I will lose him from this vessel as well and vow here and now that his strength will be returned to him�somehow. Sleep overtaking his abilities to remain conscious he dreams�thoughts filled with how to correct the pain we endure now�and waking suddenly he has notion of how to correct some portion of his pain�the Bloodstone. I questioned the thought of returning to where it lies�back to his homeland and the crater left by the demise of his former body. Will there be safety to return there? Who but me knows of this change? He assured me only I knew my young one resided within this vessel and we returned to his home�his energy seeming to be spurned by ambitions alone.
Staying where we had arrived he made the journey to the crater alone�not wishing for me to see what portion of his former self might remain. I stood waiting while he walked slowly through a magical barrier of darkness and into the crater�only to see him return again�accomplishing his goal. Fatigue again upon him we needed rest�and in forest controlled by magic�it was not safe to rest where we stood as the sun could rise at the masters choosing. I cannot remember what the sun appears as�what changes are made to the colors of the earth�but it matters not I suppose. To a cabin we moved and I comforted him as sleep began again to take control�covering his form with the coverlet I watched as the stone we had traveled far to once again obtain�gave its gift back to its master. Fearing something had attempted to destroy him I queried as to what occurred�and he explained his spells and magic of former body had been returned to him.
Pleased at this I lay by his side�comforted in the notion that he would again be the strong one I had grown to love. He pondered that when he returned to his tower�he would find way to restore his former body. Only if this means no harm to you young one�only if this means no harm�and with that we slept�unencumbered by the tortures of this new found fate. I love you young one�of this I am now certain�and forever will I remain at your side�regardless the vessel that contains your life������.
But as if I had called him my Young One appeared�using magic to ease my pain and collecting me within his arms for comfort. He would give all he had�to include blood to aid my weakened state but I would not dare to consume from him all I needed for recovery.
Making retreat to my sanctuary we would rest and talk there�but my movements slow from pain and the need to feed would disturb him. Hair singed and body burnt horribly in places my Young One would again�against my wishes�use magic to aid me�correcting all he could and taking much of his strength in the process. As he rested in my arms I told him of my embracer�of he who was friend to my father�he who left me this way�alone and unknowing of the price of this curse. Darien Vanis�cursed the daughter of his friend and left my father to wander the streets ever searching until his death�as I could never face him as I am now.
What I found with Darien was not that which I sought�I sought to understand why he left me to fend for myself in this world, which despises our kind. Instead I found my embrace comedic to him�I should not have lasted these many centuries�and should he have his way�I will not last further. Angered at this�my Young One sought to destroy this creature. I fear that may bring his destruction, as well and I could never bear such a price. Please do not seek him out Young One�I could not endure losing you again.
His anger taking its toll on what strength he had remaining he fell into slumber against me�cursing his ailing form. You are not a burden Young One�you have never been a burden and I will forever collect you in my arms when needed. Slumbering with him�I took his mind to a place where the burden of his form cannot harm him. The garden of my mind would give way to any form he saw fit�strong and tall�his old form or this new one. Our conversation within this realm continued�but to make comfort for him�the world was changed to what he sees as home. But his homeland upsets him�as he was removed by force from all he loved in the past. I attempted to aid him by changing the realm again to his beloved tower only to remind him this is where he belongs. I have much faith you will return there my Young One�you should never doubt that I do.
Awaking from slumber he was sorrowful at his frail form�that he believes this means so much. It does not�save that he needs strength to return to his home�to his tower and take back what belongs rightfully to him. I queried him on the return to this place of power and plans he may have made. As though struck a thought occurred to him that he could reclaim this tower with the use of his magic and restore the frail body as well and he set about to create the spells he needed to accomplish this task. Quietly I watched as each was created�giving all I could�my presence for now�my blood and life when the time arrived should he need them.
These spells draining him the exhaustion showed across his face�but a test must be made upon the living of these spells so outside we traveled. He called upon a forest creature to test this with success but again creating more weakness. In need of feeding he called upon another and we fed well�though the blood of an animal bitter and distasteful. I must laugh now as he destroyed its carcass in a blaze of fireworks�glorious and amusing.
Returning inside he was pleased with the result of his spells and we planned that soon we would reclaim his beloved tower and his glory. The prospect of what was to come fueled the passions between us and an evening of fire and love ensued. Culminations of the night�to sleep wrapped together�to wait the new time when my Young One was again the lord of all he envisioned�I know you will succeed my Young One�and I will be there for whatever you may need.
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