He was Wrath...

...it thought...

Q'wellen struggled against the pain. Wrath was starting up again. Toying with his mind, pushing, pulling, always probing for that weakness that would finally give the blade total control.

Beads of sweat broke out on the elf's forehead as he struggled to put up the few bariers he had found. He had succeeded in stopping Wrath that night on the roof of the bank.

Damn that MAGE!

Q'wellen hadn't realized how far he had fallen under the swords' spell till that night. The revearie had prevented Wrath from gaining sub-conscience control but when the damn mage had given him those sleeping pills, Wrath sprang forth like an evil storm.

The lies fell away like water at that moment, all the promises of virtueous victories, the righteousness, the holy avenger....Q'wellen saw the truth now, Wrath was devious, twisting slowly those promises of glory to promises of destruction. Like a the song of a summer breeze were the sweet lies of Wrath.

He knew time was running out, there was only this small corner of his mind that was still left; hidden by two things, the bladesinger training and...Myra. He quickly tucked her away, should Wrath sense his thoughts of her the Sword would re-double its efforts as it always did when Q thought of her.

There-in lied the rub, his salvation was Wrath's strongest weapon. In their struggles of the mind, Wrath took Q's strengths and turned them to weaknesses. It constantly taunted Q with the tortures it would come up with for all Q's friends. Those closest to him suffered the most. Valoden, Aunt Luthien....Allanen. Wrath always waited for Q's weakest moments to show him the tortures it would perform on his mentor. All with Q's own hand...

Myra though, was the worst by far. The horrors that Wrath came up with were....imaginitive and terrible. Q'wellen held tightly to his thoughts of her, as he shivered in the darkness, her sweet smell, lovely dark hair, her fierce iron will. That was one of his last strongholds, her will. He would not succumb to Wrath, if she could resist all that had tried to overwhelm her. The Bladesinging training was really a mask for his true strength, Myra Sunveil.

...the pain started again, the horrors and nightmares as Wrath tortured him with visions from Q's own mind.

Q'wellen proud warrior, lay on the cold earth curled in ball, still clutching the sword known as Wrath and screamed...knowing no one could possibly hear it.