Good Tara

My blood poured from the wood, and I felt a deep gash in my very soul. I looked at Erica´s compassionate eyes, I was glad to see her free of the enchantment, but somehow I felt wrong. Hollow. She saw me wake and tried to kiss me. I turned my cheek, a sense of wrongness unsettling my stomach.

I noticed the other Paladin, and immediately knew her for what she was. My chaotic side, my impulses, my desires. Inside I felt courage, righteous, heroism. She was dangerous, and needed to be contained.

I stood, and held my sword and shield. The sword felt heavier, somehow my evil twin must have kept part of my strength. "Erica, stay away!" I point my sword at her "I don't trust her" And even less so as I noticed she held that cursed blade

"... I don't know if I can trust you either, but I will compromise. Swear to threat me fairly, and I will surrender to you" I curse inwardly, the devil was witty. She looks at Erica, and says "I don't think it is a good idea for you to carry this weapon. I will keep it for now, but use that silk over there to tie my hands"

"Uh, is it really necessary, Tara?" Erica asks me, and I nod assertive. I see them tie her hands, and am satisfied when I see that abomination complain.

... "Can I just be dressed with something?" As if that tramp was feeling anything but proud of herself! Grumbly, I order everyone to prepare to leave.