Released

[JEEGK 1367]

 

 

 

A lonely dark elf awakened in a ditch hidden behind a towering tree. His head riddled with pain, as if tiny needles prickled against his mind, a sharp blade jabbing into the side of his skull. His body sprawled out within the hole, his mind races with thoughts and rollbacks of what happened the month before, remembering every word stated towards everyone that was at the horrific event.

 

He had lost it.

 

Berr stumbled off into the forest, after being locked in one of the Sirame’s cells, digging himself a small incision into the ground to rest in. he laid there, recalling past memories from years,.. Decades gone by, when his family was plentiful and happy continued to sprout from everything.

 

No more.

 

Now, he was the only Athri left.

Elsiln, departed from the ‘Ame’s two or so decades ago. He missed him dearly, fighting alongside his younger brother against all odds, blade in hand, back to back...

 

No more.

 

His decades on end with his children, living a happy life once upon a time within the Isles of Vailor, unforgettable moments, wonderful people to hold close, people that cared for him and assisted him with the pillars of the once found Athri Seed…

 

No more.

 

The good times have ceased to come, he knew he could not return to the cihi with such embarrassment and the loss of his nobility and ranking of the Order, this was his time, so much he lived for, all now washed away from a simple night.

 

“A new start.”

 

The senile ‘Ker drifted through his mind. He’ll be turning away so much though... what did he have to lose? What did he have left, what remained? In the span of one night all of his dreams faded away, and hopes turned to dust.

 

Nothing more… Nothing more…

 

Berr slowly arose from the ditch he’d been sleeping in for the past month, reaching out he grabs his makeshift walking branch, his form slightly malnourished and unkempt.

 

“Time to start matters else where.”

 

Written in help by - Skylez1

[Leric 1097]

"Take care of yourself, brother." murmured an elf in thought, watching Berr leave from the treetops high above.  

[winterblood 11181]

Nemir sat on a log, watching as hired men built her tower and clinic.  A cup of wine rested in her hand.  She glanced down to it and murmured to herself in thought, "I wonder how Berr is doing..."

[Eggles the Beagles 252]

Rozaliya glances down from the seven skies on the the old Mali, taking note of actual movement, "It's about time, wonder what Nemir would say to him now given everything." She muses, before before going back to the never ending peace of the heavens.

[Wendigo 786]

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