The Sacrifice

You have been given death for your sacrifice, why was it you chose to sacrifice your body and your life on the physical plane of existence?"

Polokis looked up to see an old friend stand a few feet away, this mage was dressed in white robes, his staff though also ancient was not as arcane as Polokis's, however his hair was longer, meaning he was older and wiser in years.

"No, I told you not to stop me. My mind has been made," then he lowered his voice, "And so is my fate." He walked onwards but the white mage' s strong hand rested on his shoulder and stopped him in his tracks, "Look at yourself, friend. You're old and struggling, how can you go any longer?" the mage asked but his friend glared at him and he quickly caught his tongue, "You would sacrifice your life, your magic, your family and the respect every young apprentice holds for you just to combine the three alignments?" His voice was astonished and sounded like a hiss.

Polokis turned around and studied his friend's face, seeing if this was a trick, but seeing that he was just asking a simple question, he sighed and bowed his head in respect, "Yes, I would. For my life is forfeit already, if not today, then tomorrow, or the day after that. My magic stays with me forever, it leaves one's body, but it does not leave one's soul. My family is sick, I have cared for them as much as I can, but the fever overwhelms my mother's spirit and it will crush her soon enough, my wife holds no love for me anymore anyway, she has cheated countless of times in the worst ways possible, even though she knew I would find out. My son will rise to be a better magician, with the knowledge of his father's death, for he will be more ambitious, and you my friend will help him. Respect... ha!" he laughed sarcastically, "They'd hold respect for any old coot that'd happen to come along and do something good for the world, it wont be long 'til they find respect for some other great mage." The white robe smiled at his words but before he could speak, Polokis cut in with a sharp voice, "But I do not sacrifice all that to combine the alignments, no... I sacrifice it for humanity. Though humanity is already doomed my sacrifice will give it a chance to redeem itself."

His friend nodded in understanding, "And you believe this will work?" Polokis smiled at this, "We believe the Gods exist, yet they might not. We believe we're wiser than the rest, yet we might not be. Yes, I believe it will work, though it probably wont, hope and belief give me a strong will, one which I will use for my purpose. Whether it works or not doesn't matter to me anymore, my death wont be in vain, I'd rather die heroically, then rest at some old house to die from old age, like you will no doubt Elgaror."

Elgaror frowned, "Bah! My life has been too good to sacrifice it yet, I cannot say the same for you," Elgaror mocked him, "After all, you are a bastard half-elf!" Those words meant little to Polokis by now, though in his childhood he would kill the person that called him that, now his face was just as expressionless as the void, "That I am, friend, that I am." Bowing to his older friend, Polokis struck his staff into the ground and leaned upon it, continuing onwards to the place he would give his sacrifice.