The Sweet Release

[Remyy 952]

 

A dark elf sighed, plodding back into her abode with a gentle sigh. She collapsed onto her couch causing raven hair to fly loosely from her shoulders. She rolled onto her back, lips forming a thin line.

   “They all left you.”

   A single voice purred, a tone she hadn’t heard since her early years.

Nearly half a century had passed since then. She tuned it out, instead scanning her scarred hands. Each cut and slice she had inflicted all those decades ago. And for what, a boy? Foolish. Oh how foolish she was.

   “We don’t care about you, we gave you false hope because you were an oem’ii.”

  The second voice spoke in such a sweet tone.

Her gaze shifted to the other side of the room, her kitchen. The elfess shook her head whispering to herself, “That’s a lie, I have lliran.”

   “Is it really? I’m engaged and working to become a druid. Is it selfish of me to live my life without you in it? Or are you so self-centered that you believe everything revolves around you.”

   Her ex-lovers voice cooed sending a shiver down her spine.

She bit down onto her lower lip shaking her head once more. “You’re right. But I’m not alone.”

   “Yes you are haelun, not even Maln and I aren't with you.”

   A young woman’s voice replied, quickly and mercilessly.

The elf didn’t even get to reply before another voice spoke.

   “You aren’t my sister. You never have been, and never will be. You’re a worm who lies and shares a false smile. You earn friends through trickery and foolishness, because you don’t want to admit that you are actually all alone, and that no one will ever have an interest in you whatsoever.”

  Her sister’s voice hissed.

She snapped.

 She rose and moved towards the kitchen, sliding a knife out from it’s hold. She continued up the stairs, and called on her two ravens. She scribbled down hastily made notes placing them in the bird’s talons sending them off.

   She wasted no time, not giving the option for either of the two loved ones to rush back home, to try to stop what her final action would be, “Ancestors be with me.” She mumbled, carving the knife into her neck.

 

  

 

 To any Mali in ‘Ker nor, loud howling would come from the Cookaria home, where they would find a deceased baker dead on the floor of her bedroom.

[JEEGK 1367]

"That woman was really black..." Aryen commented to himself, overhearing the news.

[SpodoKaiba 612]

Steven pulled out from his coat the one remnant of their friendship; a single cookie. "Are you serious?" He grunted after a few moments, as the morsel vanished into a shimmering rift, permanently storing its energies in the confines of the Void. "People need to stop leaving me." 

[_Owen 47]

Nhildril sat there in the house placeing his hand on his cheek his expression blank as the howls of the two kerwolfs Piercehis ears he looks up from his contemplation tears trickling down his face 

 

[gandalfo 1452]

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

 

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