"W-What do you mean you want my eyes?" The young woman stammered as she stood in front of a mighty priest.
"You want to help your loved ones?"
"More than anything."
"Then you must forsake something."
Chiryo-Shi pondered this. Her baby blue eyes were a precious thing she couldn't live without. However, she rationed that the fate of Neverwinter, and all Faerün mattered more than whether or not she could see.
Slowly, the cleric nodded. "Take them, then."
The priest stretched out his hand, and everything went black.
"This doesn't hurt." Chiryo-Shi noted to herself.
Despite the fact that her eyes were taken, replaced with white, milky orbs, she could see the radiation of energy of other people.
Thus the birth of one of the most powerful clerics Neverwinter ever beheld, proving that you don't need eyes to defend what you love.
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A Collection of Stories I'm to Lazy to Turn Into Books
RandomJust some short stories that will probably never be made into a full book. Sparks of creativity played on by boredom. Enjoy.
