Open Letter from the Child

[Thomas 3014]

I wrote a bit too much for a reply, so I decided to just post a whole new thread. This is in response to this:

 

The City-State of Celein had begun it's campaign with the Allied, the Silver State had retorted with slanderous and brutally outlandish claims, and it seemed as through the world was settling in for what appeared to be a great, and violent war. 

 

The young Mali'aheral, known by all as Crumena, stood in the upper halls of the Library, his hands loosely by his sides with the balcony door swung open to the world. Elleyun had gone now; The advisory council, and men with parchments and quills were absent. His Father, Laethis, had left too. The Young Izalith traced around the room, his fingertips trailing against each counter until he came to the head seat of the table. Paying attention to detail, Crumena Izalith ran his fingers along the knots and scratches this chair had accumulated over the years, taking in and gauging the very life the oaken wood from this chair had led before it's final resting place in this room.  He sighed.

 

The weather turned dark as the sky closed into night, caliginous clouds shadowed overhead as drops of rain began to fall from the heavens, and onto the stone laden streets of this once so quiet City. His Mother had told him when he was young that when he felt alone, felt withered and worried, the sky would reflect for him in a way which compliments him. The child knew this was a lie, and he knew coincidence occurred more than any would care to admit... But the rain from the skies soothed his active mind. 

 

Despite the earlier bustling of papers, the shouting of edicts and treaties from the men and women rushing to aid, all was, once again, quiet. 

 

Tranquil.

 

The rain fell against the roofs of the buildings, and the sounds of thunder echoed through his body as he trailed from the Library back to his home. Despite the circumstances, the Izalith Boy couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, finding comfort in the sounds of the world. With the flickering flames from the fireplace across the room, Crumena simply stood idle by the head of the table, with his wrist in his opposite hand. The whole ordeal hadn't traumatized him, in fact he'd prepared for the violence of his kind since he was a young 'Aheral, though the metallic restraints laden upon his wrists in previous hours was a feeling he couldn't shake. He stood in his home, safe and away from the enemy and yet... the sensation of shackles against his skin remained. 

 

 

As he strolled to the balcony of his room with his forearms resting gently against the cooled stone barrier, and as the smell of petrichor filled the humid air of this tropical Isle, the Izalith Child recollected the events of the day. Each second felt like a year, and the once soothing rain which crashed against the stone caused ripples through his mind. Every sound echoed and vibrated through his entire body like a drum. It pained him, thinking of how he may have lost one most dear to him. He felt weak. His clothes soaked through and his hair dripping with the drops from the skies, the boy returned inside and assembled the equipment necessary in order to write a formulated reply. Crumena, the second and not to be confused with the first, slipped himself clear of his upper clothing and wrapped himself warm with a nearby banner.

 

He wrote.

 

The letter, printed on parchment and posted in similar locations to the others, is written with neat handwriting, the ink in a similar Silver to the one of his Father, given that was the only ink in the room. 

 

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In response to the statements of his Father, and the retort of the Vigil:

 

To those of concern, and those yet to understand,

 

I write to all whom this behold not with anger, or spite. I write not of passion, or of worry, nor do I pen a response in order to rally support. This is not propaganda. I am to write the truth, of my own mind, body and volition. 

 

The events put forward upon the paper of public for all to see only cover the sides of the story expressed through those who failed to be present. I will begin a detailed course of events told through the eyes of one of the Children in question:

 

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- The Child known as Elleyun Izalith, and fellow captive alongside myself, was a friend, and note friend, to the Dreadlander by the name of Njord Ruric. There are multiple 'Aheral, and others, who can attest to this fact and disprove the point made of interbreeding. Invited to attend host at the Bone Fort in the Dreadlands, Elleyun was requested to meet a fellow friend of Lord Ruric. Given the state of the Orenien Rebellion, I accompanied the fellow child to protect her. 

 

- Upon arrival, Elleyun and myself were invited deeper into the bowels of the Bone Fort. Pleasantries were exchanged, drinks were offered, and the conversation of the rebellion in the Orenien lands was brought to the table by the very own, Thomas Ruric, Njord's Father. Thomas continued to speak of the matter, and spoke lightly on the conflict between the City-State of Celein, and the Silver State of Haelun'or. Nothing extensively was mentioned, and Elleyun and I simply mentioned the conflict had come to a cease given the Celeinien Nation's wish to move and subjugate under the Isles of Sutica, and the Grand Princess Lilyana.

 

- Elleyun and I made a premature leave due to a meeting between myself and the Maven of Celein was to be conducted back home. As we moved to leave, Njord and I held a brief discussion on the nature of his interest with Elleyun. Being a concerned and protective 'Aheral, I questioned him upon his wishes and aimed to warn him to steer clear of his desires; however, just as the conversation began, an entire squadron of Vigil Armed Forces flooded towards the gates, headed by the 'Aheral known as Arche Raell, and the Sohaer of the Silver State, Kelthran.

 

- It was proclaimed that the Dreadlanders had informed the Vigil of our whereabouts, and spread lies in order to garner an alliance with Haelun'or. While present, the Lord Thomas Ruric and the Sohaer of the Silver State negotiated a deal with one another, to protect and aid each side and offer fugitives of the 'law' to one another whenever requested. Obviously, Elleyun and I tried to flee. We are children, we were scared and we tried to go home. They would not let us and instead, captured us at blade point. We were shackled, and dragged from the Dreadlands to the Silver State, through fields and over mountains without the appropriate clothing to keep us warm. When we stopped to pause, our feet sore and our chests heavy, they pushed us along. They threatened to murder us in the fields of the Dreadlands, merely deciding that a public death would ensure a greater response. 

 

- We proceeded into the old city of Haelun'or, and were locked in the Bell Tower, chained to a chair. We were stripped of our belongings, and interrogated with almost a dozen armed men present in the room. When I asked what our crimes were, the crimes of children.. Arche Raell whispered into my ear: "Sadly, birth.". We were to be punished held captive and used as bait to capture Laethis. They spoke often of killing us, Arche Raell himself mentioned the requirement to kill us often. To scare us, to traumatize us. We were then dragged down to a recently constructed cell, and split apart from one another. 

 

- The Sohaer, obviously conflicted with the problem at hand, constantly deliberated back and forth upon the matter of our lives. He didn't wish to kill us, but he couldn't let us live. Arche Raell, however, and a multitude of the Vigil, were content and almost begging the Sohaer to end our lives. I tried as I might to convince them to allow Elleyun to be free, to send her home. That is when the Sohaer tried to ask me to murder my own kin, to slaughter my own Father.  

 

- After discussions between us all, it was convinced upon the Vigil to allow us to live, and I surrendered myself to permanent abduction under Haelun'or, to undergo unnecessary and forced purification under a method even the Vigil knew nothing of. We were escorted through the streets of Haelun'or, and although Elleyun chose to stay by my side, our home was barred at the windows and bare of all furniture. 

 

- Only then, after  the traumatic ordeal, were we escorted to the docks. The King of Malinor had come to save us, to bring us home from this place of what can only now be seen as a nightmare in the eyes of Elleyun and myself. Even then, when the King, and the Prince, were attempting to take us home, the Sohar pleaded to keep us there, going so far as to insist upon the King that we must be watched and 'guarded' like criminals by two Vigils.

 

- Following this, after the King had convinced them to allow our leave, Elleyun and I were finally returned to our home.

 

 

The events disclosed above at told in order with as much detail as I can force myself to write. I do not wish to propagate anger, and I will never try to aggravate war, but the truth must be placed upon the table. We were taken, from a place we felt safe, and held captive. We were abused verbally and restrained with chains and metal against what they proclaim to be a 'plush couch'. We were not safe, and we were scared. All we wished was to go home and I can still hear the shrill screams which Elleyun cast as they grasped and locked her away in a cell. They treated us like age old murderers, like people who had the intention and the ability to harm and do more damage than we can likely even imagine. 

 

To the Sohaer of the Silver City: 

Despite your insistence of our capture, and the way we were treated - We forgive you, and we believe mercy shall befall you when the end of your days is near.

 

To the 'Aheral Revin:

I personally thank you for your comments, for despite the sides of the coin we were forced upon, you remained pure and logical. I take your attempt at reasoning for my life as an exchange for the life of yours I saved prior. To this, we are even. 

 

To those who came to our aid, in the bleakest hour: 

We both thank you for the actions and assembly you portrayed in retrieving us from the icy clasp of the Silver State. If it was not for the work you each diligently placed in, Elleyun and I would be locked away at this moment still.

 

To the member of the Vigil: 

Your actions and decisions have led you to a point where I believe even you cannot turn from. Drifted from the path and held with a broken view of what must be, I can only believe in logical thought that one day you may incur the errors of your ways. I will not hold ill wishes upon your kin as you had with us for the crimes of a generation before.

 

May the Mother understand the gravity of her crimes, 

and allow the Child to be free from captivity.

Signed and dated, 

Crumena S Izalith, 

11th of Malin's Welcome, 1562

---

 

As the final notes of the page were written, the young 'Aheral lifted his gaze and peered across the empty hall with a solemn expression, a soft and defeated sigh escaped through his lips...

 

"I need a drink."

 

TL;DR

There isn't one.

[Space 2335]

Aeran reads the note, his face slowly turning to a grimace as all the atrocities and dickery is explained. He had come to the letter prepared to give a "Nobody cares," but this time that was not appropriate. In an act of wanton civil disobedience, he carved a note underneath the pinned letter.

 

"That's fucked."

[AntonVoron 39]

Vernian would scan over the parchment, nodding his head slowly as he drifted from line to line, paragraph to paragraph.

 

"That's a tone I must say I've never seen... less... How do the Humans put it? Ballsy."

 

At this the aheral would let escape a deep sigh, turning from the parchment with a dour expression.

[Treshure 5817]

Tahorran reads the parchment, suddenly setting it down with a slam and turning around to the assembled Vigils.

 

"Hold up, are we the bad guys?!"

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"Mate your sister probably fucked that human, don't lie to yourself. All of his men were singing that song." says some vigil greenshirt

[Kilig 333]

"Why do these Vigil men like speaking about children engaging in sexual acts? Does the thought alone not completely sicken them?" Elleyun would grimace. She would wave a dismissive hand to the courier and return back to her camping list, pausing occasionally to rub her temples.

[knightly11 | lotc_fox 111]

"Dramatisation of events that occured... Check. Liberal use of the but we are merely children! card... Also check. Nothing new under the sun." Remarks a Aheral of the Vigil.

[Kim 1328]

28 minutes ago, Kilig said:

"Why do these Vigil men like speaking about children engaging in sexual acts? Does the thought alone not completely sicken them?" Elleyun would grimace. She would wave a dismissive hand to the courier and return back to her camping list, pausing occasionally to rub her temples.

 

Ullr packs the peanut butter jelly sandwiches

[Gone 869]

(On phone so no formatting)

 

Somewhere in Vailor a pale elfess gets her hands upon a copy of the letter. Returning home she reads it aloud to a young girl who had waited for her mother and intently listens to the account. Finishing with a sigh Cheza hands the paper to the girl and states "The author of this is the son of a... Friend. One you met years ago, and incidents like this are why you do not go outside without supervision oem'ii. Now let us practice your handwriting, see if you can write as neatly as Crumena."

[Kilig 333]

13 minutes ago, 3___3 said:

 

Ullr packs the peanut butter jelly sandwiches

 

Elleyun packs a single coin.

[Nekkore 641]

The tall Aheral would take a sip of his tea as he eyes the outside. The copy of the letter preying on the table as the page flutters gently from the soft winds. He gazes down at it with a small smirk.

 

"Now... Will the silver be the pure? Or will the pure be the silver? Let the race begin..."

[Areln 199]

Faieya would come across one of these letters, her expression twisting into one of disgust as she nears the end. ,"Children.." She'd murmur to herself, astonished. "Is this what the Silver state has become? Not a beacon of light and purity, but instead a violent people who treat children in such a horrific way?" 

[Lotoke 25]

A cold sensation fills Enedor's body as he reads through one of the letters he discovered. He lets out a long, dreary sigh, before simply remarking. "No change here... no change here..."

[Elad™ 560]

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