I am afraid, my Lord, that we speek of a different Dark Lord and Alia. Yes, the Dark Lord is a morph, but he never takes the form of a unicorn. And yes, he will betray me, I know that he does not feel anything for me, but I am stronger than he. The Dark Lord is a man, a skeleton, and he wears a dark-gray or black robe, sitting upon his throne, cast in the shadows, glaring at all. He very rarely leaves that throne. When he does, he goes in the form of a centaur, or child, or human. But he never fights the battles, never listens to others on his own. No, his minions do that. We speak of different beings, sir. I am sorry. And, of course evil can never die. There is evil in the hearts of all men, women, children, animals, all beings. Only Alia herself, the Holy Mother, is pure through and through. She snorted, shaking her mane. Of course I know Amber. She is my mother. She watched him, no longer confused. They did not speak of the same things, and now she understood. But you, sir, are a fool to even think that Black Knight could be good. You have never seen him, never seen his true self. He hates me, and my mother. He left my mother for that Summoner unicorn. The fool. The traitor! Free-Borns like him and I should NEVER entertwine our lives with that of others, like the Summoners, and the Illusionaries.
*He smiles, a grim, saddening smile* -- Doublethink *He who controlls the present, controlls the past; He who controlls the past, controlls the future...*, 17:59:04 05/06/01 Sun
She snorted>> -- Death's Angel, 17:02:01 05/07/01 Mon
