A Fall

[monkeypoacher 8055]

​The cold stung the dark elf's cheeks. His legs ached, his throat stung in great burning waves, and his hands held paralyzed, devoured by frost. Mikael was no stranger to these conditions, they wore not as heavily at his mind as the usual fare. He closed his eyes for a brief second to regain his composure, kneeling against one of the many rocks of the surprisingly verdant waldenian taiga. They opened unevenly and he exhaled a misty breath, clutching his coat tighter and stuffing his hands into the worn pockets. He turned northward one more time. Even as a man of a silver tongue, one who'd never hesitate to raise his voice, he had no words. The silence, the cold air swallowed all he had to say, putting it's cold hand over his lips.

​Mikael gathered his strength and trudged deeper into the forest, without a true sense of direction. He just went, as a wanderer tended to do. He kept going until he could no longer see the road over his shoulder. He turned and pressed his way up a hill. The slope gave way to a cliff, and he stared down at the gulch below. A few miles opened before his eyes, unscarred by man, merely a vast expanse of pines in a small cranny between two mountains, marbled by a few rocks and frosted in snow. It reminded him of the old pine forest near Ac'Talareh, a bit. He remembered living near there, in a little hollow the other side of Leanniel, over a mountain. It was a fairly quiet place, the only noise a rushing river and the occasional cart trundling down the road. He remembered the day he walked into the house and it was too quiet, he walked into the house and a Lucienist's sword had pierced his mother's heart.

​He wasn't there. He failed, he promised himself. He broke his promises, he broke them again and again, the same words lied over and over. He had his moments as a hero. He had his moments as a killer, his moments as a rebel, a freedom fighter. He had his moments as a child, an irrational scoundrel with a blade and half of a cause to swing it. He had his moments, each cobblestone in his path was put in place. But to where, here? He remembered a woman by the Annil'sul farm, he remembered tears welling up and streaming down her dark face, her beautiful eyes staring at him. He remembered betraying her, he forgot what he did.

He thought about Malikah, the love of his life, the one he pressed on for, the only one holding him above oblivion. He failed her, too. Their children were both gone, their family torn apart by his avarice. He saw her after believing with all his heart he'd never cross her path again, and it was the happiest moment of his life.

​He looked up and down, he knew there wasn't anywhere to go, he might just sit. He kept his eyes open, now staring below his footing. He took a step forward, trying the cliff. A shudder went up his spine and he laughed nervously. Mikael wasn't sure what he was doing, nor did he care that much. He took another step forward, blinked, and lost footing. He soared through the air for a few, glorious seconds, tumbled to the ground, and shattered like glass. He didn't leave much behind, a frostbitten corpse in some neck of the woods near Aesterwald, a few bones jutting out of the sorry hide. His pouch was more or less empty, a few bits of scattered and tarnished change in some unusable currency, and an old notebook to whoever found such a treasure as his corpse.

((I'm sorry sha for ruining your son. That's all I have to say I suppose.))

[Rig 17580]

Aegor bites his lip, frowning. He senses something odd.. familiar. Death. He lowers his head in prayer, before continuing on his way.

[Daisy 9735]

 

*Malikah, Mikael's wife, would cry long and deep, mourning for her husband, her love, now gone. What was left for her to live for is now absent from her world. She weeps in hallow agony as she strides down the road, lost and alone, broken and apart. For what was left was no more, and she was but a shadow. For where they had once a fond memory, a memory of love, she stool in silence. The road was quite and the cold snow drifted about her feat. With that she took one last breath, and brought her blade to her neck.*

"My love, I shall be with you soon."

 

((It was great RPing with you on Mikael, really had some fun, unforgettable times. Hope our characters cross paths in the future. Goodnight, sweet prince.))

[Glyc 234]

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