Ehier Meracahe (To Find Balance)

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Ehier Meracahe

[!] A book with a mismatched backing was added to the library in Caras Eldar, it'd be ever so obvious that someone snuck it on the shelf

 

     “Well, llir, I should be off. I do have a trial to complete, after all!” the elfess beamed, “Aspects guide you.” she’d state in her departure, dipping her head slightly. Eylianna wanders away from city center, out through the gates, and deep into the woods. “Imbalance in nature, imbalance in nature.” she’d repeat to herself as her feet pace at the ground, a small hunting knife drops from her waistband “Oops.” she’d pick it back up, continuing to walk. Her hands brush against the bark of several trees as she’d pass. Eylianna’s thoughts ran as wild as the forest she wandered about, contemplating situations of her own imagination as she’d walk. Calmly and contently, the elfess walked for hours on end.  

     Time progresses and the sun dips behind the horizon. Eylia gathers dead, dry, branches and ferns and stacks them in a neat pile. She strikes together two rocks for several minutes until a spark catches, setting the dried brush alight. She tends the fire with branches and any other useful tree particles to add, in which she would find on the forest floor. While the fire was maintained, Eylianna clears a patch of moss from scattered twigs, making it a suitable place for her to lay her head for the night. “Aspects protect me, as predators prowl these lands, looking for food to satisfy their hunger. Turn them away from my flesh for I am only here to help restore the balance.  I give my praise to thee.” she’d muse before she brought her body against the moss patch, closing her eyes for the night.

     At the mere break of dawn, Eylia takes an abrupt awakening to the cries of what would seem to belong to some sort of cub in the distance.  She’d rise to her feet, stomping out the remains of the fire, she followed the cries. The cries grew louder and louder as she headed west. She comes to a stop at the trail of blood, her eyes follow it. She’s stunned as she sees a bear cub with black fur encaged. “Who would hunt a cub? Leave it in a cage for later, at that? They don’t nearly posses enough meat, claws, teeth, or fur to benefit from.” she’d frown “Unless it’s for game.” she’d shake her head angrily. “This blood is probably from the poor creature’s mother.”  Eylia makes her way around the pool of blood and to the wooden cage where the crying cub is held. “Shh, shh, little creature,” she spoke in a calming voice. “We’re going to get you out of here.” she’d half speak to the cub in reassurance, the other half being a reassurance to herself.

     The cage was made of large branches, the corners were bound by strong twine. Eylianna takes the knife from her waistband and removes its leather cover.  She’d slip it in between the wood and the twine, pulling upwards at it. She grunts as the twine doesn’t budge “It’s tied too tightly.” she’d growl. She slips her hand in to grasp the twine, pressing her feet against the cage, using it as another force as she pulled at the twine. The weak elfess uses the maximum strength that her body is capable of. Her hands slip and she falls to her back with a groan. She’d soon stand, taking a kick at the corner post of the cage, but it barely cracks. Reaches for her knife once more, placing it between the twine and the wood, sawing at the fibers. It slowly, but surely, begins to tear.  The twine of that corner breaks, she’d move down to the bottom corner, beginning the same process. As the knife slowly cuts through the twine, Eylia stops, her ears perked as cruel, distant, laughter is heard. She’d saw at impeccable speed. The twine snaps, leaving a small opening, but not big enough for the cub. The voices draw nearer and nearer by the minute. In hurry, she starts kicking at the wood, making small cracks and breaks. “Oi, wot’re ye doin’ with our cub!” shouts an angry dwarf from afar. Eylia mutters something under her breath “Aspects guide me.”   She reaches into the cage, taking the distressed cub in her arms, it scratches and paws at her as she runs deeper into the forest. Heavy, distant footsteps are heard following in her trail. Eylia pants from the exertion and winces from the cub’s claws. She comes at a halt when she is faced with a rushing river with heavy currents. Eylianna becomes frantic, her eyes bouncing around her surroundings as she thinks through a solution. “Dwarves on my trail, a large hill to my left, an unpredictable cave to my right, and a river in my path.” she thinks to herself, but three large figures surround her as she stands on the edge of the river. “Ye ‘ave our cub, lasseh.” said a bearded dwarf with dirty blonde hair. “Aye! We need t’at focker! T’e runt is gonna be an opponent in t’e great foight,” shouts another dwarf, this one being red-headed.  The last dwarf had a battle axe raised, his eyes pierced through Eylianna. “I will not allow you to use one of the Aspects’ creations as a toy in your game. It’s cruel.” The dwarves pressed in on Eylianna. Being unarmed, she’d cower back, her foot slipping off the edge, dipping into the rushing waters. “Nowhere tae run, lasseh.” smirks the red-haired dwarf. They press closer and closer. Eylia closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, she’d grasp the cub close to her chest, its claws dig into her arms, she winces before leaping back into the river. The current takes her downstream. The dwarves stand stunned as they watch her drift away.

     Moving fast down the river, Eylianna’s head is pulled under the current multiple times, when she returned to the surface she gasps for air, but is pulled under once more. Through several minutes of being submerged, scraped by rocks, and tussled from each curve of the river, Eylia manages to keep her head away from impact and her consciousness intact. The elfess sighs of relief as she’d see a fallen branch that partly hangs over the river in the distance. As she draws closer to the branch’s location, she vigorously swims to the other side of the river, panting as the river fights her actions. She wraps the one arm around the branch once she reaches it while keeping a firm grasp of the cub with the other as it clung to her with its claws. She’d grunt as she swings her leg over the thick branch, mounting it like a horse. She sits for a moment, breathing heavily. She’d pet the cub gently in the attempt to soothe it. When the cub was calm she’d stand, balancing on the branch as she’d walk to the land. Eylianna cradles the cub as she’d follow a long journey back to Caras Eldar, she glances down at the cub “I found a new llir, not to mention completed my trial. I shall name you Meracahe, Balance.” 

 

 

 

 

 

[gandalfo 1452]

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

 

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