Destiny of Silver

[Ankan 2875]

 

 

In delusion and insolence she and many of her peers had found solace.

                                                         

            An Age of Silver?

                                                                                                                                         Mali'aheral supremacy?

 

                                         The mighty and prevailing State of Silver restored?

 

 

 

As all of them inevitably do, she was reunited with reality. With the winds, in ashes spread out with fine silver grain, Odessa Visaj made peace with nature. Silver will rise, but eventually fall. Not all things are meant to be eternal.

 

 

[Chryasor 269]

Rhillen sighs heavily as he hears of Odessa's death, dipping his head in silence for a moment "A shame. She was intelligent. Dilusional. Ignorant. Hateful. But intelligent. And she was changing for the better in the end. But perhaps it was best this way. The less of the old and archaic elves there are overall the higher the chances of younger, more modern and intellectual ones will step forward. Perhaps bring the elves into another olden age when not held back anymore. We may never see such, but hope will remain." He steps outside of his home, taking a moment before grabbing his chosen weapon, a steel rapier with silver coverings, crafted by Haelun'or's most skilled smiths, and plunges it into the ground. He stands over it, head bowed "Acaelan ahereh naean'leh."

[firegirl7894523 247]

Serphin hears the news of her mother's death, standing in the Dominion. She falls in shock, after hearing the news that she's now an orphan.

[Ixli 1472]

Varen'thal offers a parting glance to the home of Odessa Visaj after hearing the news of her demise, his fist clenching and unclenching as an ironic smile gives way to his bemused features.

 

"What drove you, Miss Visaj? Truly, did you back purity for the good of silver or for the good of your own? Despite the facade you put up around you, your intentions were more forefronted then you knew or any other. I have figured you out, Miss Visaj. I have figured you out."

 

"However, I will miss you. Much love."

 

Perhaps the smile was a facade of his own.