On the island

{if companion viviane = 1} I wanted to go back to the shore but she dives in the water, mooning me in the process and swims to the small island.

Not intending of letting such a fine piece of ass get away I follow her as fast as I can. I know how to swim but had little practice during my years in the capital.

Viviane already reached the small island when I start to feel the odd feeling getting stronger. I climb on the small island but as soon as I set foot on it my right hand starts to hurt like hell. The mark of Malak on my hand, this invisible mark that started spreading along the years to nearly reach my elbow is now visibly glowing of an unnatural green fire.

The pain is so much than I fall on my knees. Viviane seeing my distress runs to my help.

"Silas!!! What is happening? Are you alright? Do you need... " she says. In her haste her wet feet slipped on the flat stone and she fell on me.

I fell a strange warm sensation spreading on me. As I open my eyes I can see an arrow head coming out of her throat, followed by the loud thumps of three other striking her back, she's dying and I am covered in her blood.

"Sacrilege! Die Malaki mongrel! You won't defile Gaia's tears any longer! " I hear someone shouting in elvish.

"Viviane ? No ! No! Please, don't die... Don't leave me alone! " I scream.

I can see now the marks on the flat stones, elvish runes dedicated to the worship of Gaia and a few to Keldrin her husband. Viviane's medallion is cracking as her life is flowing from her body.

The world so blissful a moment ago is turning red, my eyes are glowing, my mind is set on one thing and one thing only...

They will burn!

In the blood of my lover I cover the name of Gaia with the rune of Malak.

"Sacrum terram polluit , profano maxima. Gloria Malak, ignis enim sanguis. Vindicta ! " I chant, the words flowing from my mouth tainted with rage.

Under my curse the sacred stones are cracking, the **** and defiling ritual having corrupted the power they held.

I can see them now, three sylvanian elves. Two males and one female, wearing little to nothing and armed with bows. They are standing on the nearby shore, on the other side of the one we arrived from, very close from the small island. On this side there are a path of stones hidden just bellow the surface in the water that can allow someone to cross on foot.

I could incinerate them from here but my instincts are telling me to get up close and personal, my mind flooded with flashes of teared flesh. {endif}