For he who walks in the light, must also tread in darkness. The party consisted of three; You, the unlikely sorcerer with hands dipped into a deadly curse. Christian, a rogue on the run for escaping his execution, with an odd curiosity with dark magic. And Gerard, the vampire knighted in the uniform of The Red King, chainmail hiding the skin of immortality.

You had been cursed with the touch of death, as punishment bespoken unto you by the Elven Lord; a punishment for trying to stop the execution of the lands healers. For the lands healers were supposedly healing by means of the devil, which certainly wasn't true. But the Elven Lord was slowly going mad with power, so the circumstance had more than flaws. Your magic couldn't break the curse. Hell, it wouldn't even scratch it. So she who despised death, became it.

And you couldn't touch anyone, lest they drop dead.

There was a body of water said to be able to reverse said touch of death, but it was located within the ruins of a once gleaming castle situated on the island of Obsidian. The Blackwell Estate, once ruled by the most powerful Vampires and left to rot within the memory of a great slaughter; one of the royal family.

The road there was perilous, through the badlands and across cities with no law - forests crawling with the deadliest of creatures, towns with the air of the plague and across waters infested with pirates.

Gerard wanted to see the place where the greatest known royal family of his kind had been slaughtered by heretics, to feel the dark presence of the place and lay the dead to rest.

Christian? He just wanted to survive. See how it would play out, experience as much of the world as he could before his past eventually caught up to him. So when he caught word of a sorcerer with the touch of death seeking a cure, he decided to tag along. Then came Gerard, pledging his service to help right the injustice by the morales of his king.

So you three set off. Months passed, and God, it was dangerous. Near death encounters were nearly every day. The party had to move fast, with mercenaries tracking down Christians trail.

Gerard was trying in vain not to become callous due to the slow extermination of his kind and of his kingdom, which, despite the Red Kings noble rule, was being slowly torn apart from the outside in.

But as all stories go, the two boys slowly caught feelings for the empathetic and elusive Sorcerer.

And you protected them the best you could, though guarding your heart. The quest was one of looming tradgedy, and everyone understood that. Christian held no jealousy towards Gerard for him liking you - he respected it, even. Two men within the same proximity of a girl for months on end was bound to have reprocussions.

Then, alas, you three arrived to the Blackwell estate after much struggle and bloodshed.

Gerard went off on his own path, collecting skeletons and laying them to rest with his kings prayers. Finally, you and Christian found the well.

Then his past caught up with him.

The sound of violence couldn't be heard from the cemetery, nor the sound of yelling and swords clashing. The two of you managed to fight the mercenaries off pretty well, until Christian was struck across the throat with a dagger. Without thinking, you took out the final mercenary and grabbed him as he slunk to the floor, panic in your eyes as you tried to stop the bleeding. Then you realized what you had done. The light started fading within his eyes, but he seemed peaceful for some reason. Like he was thankful to go out in your arms. To finally know your touch.

Maybe the water had more properties than one, Gerard had once suggested at camp one night. The memory seemed so plausible as to drag Chrisitan into the water. So you did. You waded into the water with him, blood swirling into the clear. Surely, he would heal the both of you.

"Feels... nice. I always wondered what you felt like." He murmured offhandedly, softly, as he flicked his eyes between you and the ceiling.