Decisions

[CaptainSheepy 317]

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 The sound of footsteps echo softly through the cold nights air. Ceruberr's gleaming green eyes shine past his hood. His pure white hair sits gracefully upon his shoulders. Occasionally small rays of moonlight would fall upon his skin, pale and flawless. 

 

The beauty of Lin'evaral never ceases to amaze him.  

 

As he approaches the circular lake centered in the middle of the city, he pauses. He stands on the bank, glancing down to his glassy reflection. His breath visible in small wisps.

 

As he glances upwards memories flood his mind. The tainted red gem from the North which previously fouled the air with its presence...gone. 

 

Although Ceruberr could not escape the feeling of emptiness.

 

He begins to think to himself.

 

What am I to do? 

Lucion has left for the old Princedom along with Lelien, Acaele and other friends. The Sohaer

seems to have vanished...

What am I to do? 

We are left with the Medi'ir, Tilruir and the citizens which have not fled.

 

I truthfully have been neglecting my duties and I have not heard from the others.

Travel has become hazardous and I only now feel safe within our walls. The
North continue to antagonize our city and those around us. I bury my head within tomes and attempt to continue my studies, merely procrastination.

Ionia. My heart urges for me to act. For more than a year now, we have become closer.

Surely you must sense my feelings towards you. However among all this violence, would it be logical for myself to act now? The last thing I want is to lose you...

And now word reaches me that Luminaire is not safe. I worry for our future. 

What is to come? Will our city be taken by the forces of the North? Or perhaps by others?

I know not.

Dark times these are, and my cheerful visage will not last long.

 

He continues along the path until he comes to the gates. He raises his head.

 

The grand gates of Lin'evaral. The separation between the now violent forests of the Mali'ame/ker and the peaceful pathways of the Mali'aheral. 

 

Do I leave what has been my home for the majority of my life? The place where I have gained all of my knowledge, the place where I feel safe? Or is it time, to move on, to leave. 

 

But where would I go? And could I leave Ionia?

No, if I leave, I must persuade her to follow.  But where to? 

 

Ceruberr turns on his heel, he walks down the empty pathways and up to his home. He stands out on his balcony as the moon fades and the sun rises. He removes his hood, glancing across the city. His hair moving gently. 

 

 

 

 

[Rig 17581]

Mythras would cheer. "Join the dark side! We have cookies!"

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien feels the feels.

Lelien loves Ceruberr (but in a platonic way, of course)

[gabriel101x1 463]

Ionia sits in the basement of her tower mixing potions, oblivious to all these goings on.

[Heero 4092]

Somewhere within the bounds of the realm, Crumena sheds a stray tear unsystematic .

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.