Mistless

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Valia'laure sits above the new High Elven city, and with a sigh she begins to speak,

as if she is speaking to someone else, although she is alone.

They tell you the pain goes away, the memories will go away.

And as they slowly did, the voices came.

He told me to move on, that I'll see the good in what I did.

It's better this way, he said, but pain never listens

Until, like the ghosts in my mist, it fades into every fiber of my being.

Taking away all the strength that I had.

They tell me I'm crazy thinking my mind is trying to kill me.

The Owls were like angels on my shoulders, leading me down the pure path

but the demons in my head were louder.

Even with the constant conversations, I've never felt more alone.

I really know the meaning of despair now.

Regardless I did what I did

I will never forgive myself, and the voices

in the back of my head have been telling me and pushing

me to free them, and the only way to free them

is to free myself.

 

 

[Devie 398]

Lenniel would hear the news of Valia's passing. "What a shame. she was a nice one." she would smile "May she rest." she would leave.

[Guest]

Somewhere,Dralazar's lips twisted into a cruel smile, "Once again ..." the Herald of Xion remarks. "I survive my faded foes by cunning alone."  

[idiot 502]

"I knew the Owls were nothing but trouble! Look what they do to people!"

[DISCOLIQUID 2702]

Rem sits in her home on a puffy and soft chair; her form is curled into a tight ball, made larger by layers of soft blankets that surround her. Her ears droop, and her cheer shatters. The young elf pours tear after tear of innocent anguish into her hands until morn.

 

Rem composes herself some three days later. Wee hours of dawn break, and in the ambient heat of a forge, she crafts a singular nugget of pure silver, rendered to look like a seed - a fresh start. Dragging her feet as she approaches the high hills of the sunlit Lin'sulan, Rem buries the silver seed.

 

"Silver sunrise of radiant glow,

please take my friend to Larihei,

and with her purity in tow,

start fresh anew a silver day."

 

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On 3/9/2016 at 0:40 AM, <Zerachial> said:

Somewhere,Dralazar's lips twisted into a cruel smile, "Once again ..." the Herald of Xion remarks. "I survive my faded foes by cunning alone."  

Vakruel shakes his head, "It could have been done long ago. You survived by sheer luck." His distorted voice rasps, "More to educate you on, I wager."

[trinn 5146]

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