At the dragons den

What a mess. Everything seems to have gone tits up. I can still feel the chock. The pain of me not being able to do anything. The fire inside telling me that i can change it all, if only i am willing to pay the price. But I am getting ahead of myself.
 
Jane in her self righteous and "eternal" wisdom had decided to lead the party onwards, aiming to find weapons heralded by Galvatorix as tools of power. When I caught up with them it was obvious that the dwarven hold had been run over by Kobolds. Dragon worshiping Kobolds. And not the ghostly dead kind holding his pale golden wings over us. No no no. The very living kind. The red malignant kind. And not one, but two of them, mother and son.
 
Without my wisdom they had apparently found it a good idea to send Zalia on ahead as a scout, alone... Had not what resulted from that ill fated decision been so tragic I would have quipped about them all being unable to stay out of trouble the second I am not with them. Alas I have grown as a person. Yet, it is the second time someone dies due to decisions taken when I was not present. I am begining to understand why Geneviève left. There was only one difference this time. Now I had to watch.
 
I wonder how Jane can live with herself. Zalia somehow seems to have become her charge. Not only does she now have to live with knowledge of her decisions leading to the death of what I presume was a friend, she also must keep the company of that friends killer.
 
I do not blame Lunière for doing what she did however. Without her bravery I do not think we would have made it out alive. Yet at that very moment, right before Lunières blade struck true, I was not alone. I felt fear, either death or enthrallment to a dragon. Yet when that fear had passed over me and through me, when it had gone past, I turned inwards to see its path and a kernel of something remained. Something made of fire, hate and deceit. The something had a voice, and it spoke to me. Offering me power, but at a cost. Then Lunières blade found its mark and the voice was gone. When it had left I felt more empty than ever before.
 
So... Now Zalia is gone. She will be missed. Yet somehow I feel that her existence consisted of pain and conflict. A flawed being trying so hard to be something she was not, the rough edges of the shell she built bloodying her person to the core. I hope that she has found peace.