Shiro drew his Iron Knife and chanted, "only for self-defense...
only for self-defense..." the memory of his past replayed over and
over again in his head. He could see the frozen thieves in his
minds eye. Never again, would he use his Icestone. He had sworn on
that day he would never again use the Icestone around his neck,
unless for the right reasons.
but this is a rightous
reason... a voice whispered in his head,
do it for the
people, for your party memebers... your friends... Shiro
laughed,
friends? What friends? Remember I am a manakete, I do
not belong with humans, nor monsters... I am solo-est, thay's why
I'm a thief.
ARE YOU GOING TO ALLOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, HAPPEN TO ALL OF
THESE PEOPLE!? DO YOU CONDONE TO SUCH A THING!?!? ARE YOU GOING TO
LET THEM ALL DIE!?!? the voice roared.
No... No!
Shiro reached for his necklace and became a dragon. The temperature
around him instantly dropped, and the grass beneath him, froze, all
the moisture inside of them frozen.
"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is
wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has
always gotten there first, and is waiting for it..." -Terry
Pratchett