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Arama, the End of Success

Arama was a dream of Hegra long ago, when she slept among masters of an art. When she woke, their art was in ruins and they wept. Arama is the absence of skill, the failure of everything that one knows. It is the swordmaster who cannot hold his blade, the scholar who sees that they cannot read. It is an ultimate failure of ability, the sort that shakes the soul. It is the inability to help oneself not because of an oppressing force, but because of insufficiency, because of uselessness, and that is what makes it so terrible. Arama appears as a being of perfect ability; it is the contrast with her victims that sharpens the sting. She is beautiful, she is swift, her movements are sure and precise, and her words carry poetry with every sound. Those around her find that they move like wounded animals and their speech is as a drunkard, incompetent and confused. Arama may also appear as snow that falls from Hegra, perfect flakes that leave the things they touch marred. Arama may scourge away the abilities of others and take them as her own, leaving those her powers touch incapable of everything they know. Those unfortunates trapped in her nightmares twist and turn about but their movements are meaningless.