[h1][center][b][color=teal]Solomon[/color][/b][/center][/h1]


As always Solomon listened intently to the Goddess's words, trying to understand more about her. Her personality seemed to jump about like a demented rabbit and he simply couldn't understand her. She explained how she'd marked them with this stigma and a flash of energy surfaced within, revealing the same white that his wisp form had been made of, but now there was just a dash of an ugly purple, the color of a bruise. Somehow Solomon knew it had been brought by accepting his past. An ugly color for an ugly past. Did he even deserve a second chance at life like this?

Well it didn't matter what he deserved. Solomon was alive again and this time his life wouldn't have such inconsequential results. Nera took out her blade again and Solomon was afraid she'd reveal her terrifying self again and perhaps go even further, but no such thing happened. A sword-dance of sorts, until the blade suddenly raced towards one of them. Solomon almost moved to help before he realized a blade was pointed at his own chest as well. A single gesture from Nera and it raced through his body. Though Solomon had prepared himself for piercing pain, instead the blade seemed to suck everything away, leaving him in an empty void. No feelings, like he was floating in an empty world. It scared him.

It left him only to be replaced with the intense feeling of condemnation from behind him. Solomon turned to see a recurve bow laying on the ground. It was nearly as big as he was, oozing with some black substance that obscured most of it's appearance. It was alive. He could feel it staring at him, condemning him for the same actions that caused the guilt that he felt. Out of some strange sort of instinct Solomon raised his hand and the bow flew towards him, landing in his hand and latching onto it at the middle. He felt a mouth close over his hand, teeth gripping his wrist threateningly. It was heavy, the massive bow pulled down at his arm, though not as much as it perhaps should

Nera explained they were their sins, nightmares, and forgotten pain. [color=teal]"Explains why it's so big."[/color] The goddess also explained that this was all she could help them with, though they may always return here. Solomon was examining his weapon when his arm jerked upwards, causing the blade the had been coming for his neck to be deflected by his bow; drawing his attention to the fact that the limbs were bladed beneath the seething darkness. The teeth tightened briefly on his wrist, drawing a bit of blood as though reprimanding him before retreating to their normal firmness. Solomon watched the girl with the blade that had nearly decapitated him spiral off the edge before returning his attention to his weapon. [color=teal]"So you [b]do[/b] care."[/color] He pinned down the feeling he got from the weapon. A predator. A wolf. Watching and waiting patiently. Condemning him for weakness. Solomon tightened his hand on the grip, as though it would help him firm his resolve.

[color=teal]"A cowards weapon. Fitting enough in it's own way."[/color] He said softly. The weapon didn't deign to respond. With a bow you could kill someone without even seeing their face. It made it easy. Of course Solomon hadn't had that luxury, those he'd killed and had seen killed were people he'd known. Yet the killing had been all too easy. Three over the edge already. Solomon walked forward. [color=teal]"Thank you for your help Goddess, I'll be sure to return."[/color] With that last statement he stepped over the edge and closed his eyes.

As he stepped off it occurred to him he was rather afraid of heights.