Cipactli...
A hysterical laughter could be heard. The room was dark, as if it had no walls, but one spot was illuminated. The glass container sat there, full of water with barely enough room to fit a full grown man.The laughter turned to the sounds of Hylon, but these were not beautiful, they were ominous. As if someone had died and all of these Maiars were mourning his loss. As Cipactli approach he saw the face of a female Maiar, his wife.
If Cipactli could cry he would have, this was pure torture "Wh-what have th-they d-d-done to you?" He asked, horrified. The woman in the box just laughed, but it was drowned out by all the water, normal races wouldn't hear it, but Cipactli did.
"What do you mean what did they do to me, you did this" She said, calm as ever. Cipactli looked horrified, as if this could not be possible and his wife was, well wrong.
"What do you mean what did I do to you? The orcs did it!" He said, his voice cracking with tension. his wife looked very angry now, a scary kind of anger.
"You did this to me Cipactli! You You You!!" She screamed, the glass would break but it would have. Cipactli turned and ran, but the voices followed him, until they screamed real loud one last time and...
Cipactli awoke, at last. He put his hands on his face a tried to cry like the Ailors. But then he realized that he was a fish and it was impossible to cry. So he just did it verbally, for about and hour before he decided to go hunting again, in the slum canals.
