A spirit to rest (PK)

[Rella101 527]

 

 

 

Wrinkled hands picked a dusty book, as though it had been untouched for a time.  Upon opening it, writing, passage by passage would be shown, revealing the life of a girl.  Yet the fingers seemed to seek a specific page, though many still blank, they went to the last entry.  The pointer tracing down the words.

 

“Today, I’ll be seeing one of my many father figures.  Though he’s not like Aliyard and Rilath, he is still close, having watched me most my life.  I hope one day he can meet my daughter, she’s turned three today, Tsarra’s looking much like her father, though he’ll never find out about her.  Nasir wrote me, he wishes to speak about something, though I enjoy the talks, last time was a rather violent discussion. Ah here he comes…”

 

The ink had dried partially to the other page, as though it had been shut in a hurry.  And never opened again, the ink well next to it had dried up, children toys strewn about the house where dusty.  It seemed as though this was almost a reflection of her life.

 

After that day, no more had been heard of the owner, a girl once known as Sylva, Ro’ya, and even Laenelin.  Her daughter went missing the next day. What had become of the dear woman was as good as a guess as any. Yet one thing was certain, the woman was dead.  

 

As the figure left, a voice could almost be heard whispering while the door shut.  “Take care of my child….”

 

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[Dolinare 15]

As yet another letter is returned by the courier pigeon, unanswered, Haila sighs, sounding depressed to say the least. It's been years...not a single reply. She looks sadly at the setting sun, brushing a lock of hair away from her own face. She leans against the railing of the balcony, staring at the dying light as it sunk below the tops of the buildings around her. A thought kept repeating itself, as she reflected on the sad, scared little girl she had once known all those years ago.

 

"All the wishing in the world won't change fate...whatever happened to you, Sylva, I hope you've found peace finally. One way or another."

[winterblood 11181]

Nemir sat at her table, her head resting in her propped up hand.  A solemn expression was displayed on her features as her tired eyes watched the miniature construct of clay in front of her prod at the wet soil at the base of a potted orchid.  "Oh, Ro'ya," muttered the elven woman, her words accompanied with a sigh.  "You've saved my life several times and I could never once repay you.  I'll always keep you in my mind, little elf." There was a small pause.  "I pity whoever has taken your life, if there even was a person, for Aliyard and Rilath will tear them to pieces.  Slowly."  Nemir shook her head softly, exhaling quietly once more before pushing herself up from her chair and wandering over to her alembic across the room.

[dard 756]

"... You deserved better."  The lightless chasm echoed the words off the unconscious girl's body and off the walls nearby—as if the chasm itself taunted the man for the betrayal he brought.  

 

Nasir wiped a trickle of blood from her lips, the Ringed Sword in his hand clinking upon the stone derelict as it fell from his trembling hand.  The blood painted his gauntlets a thick red—that which sustained life in the closest thing he had to a daughter figure. 

 

"Shhhhshhh..." He whispered, as if lulling the woman to sleep.  Nasir ran his gauntlet down her face, staining it with her own blood and staying his hand as he realizes in full what he had done.

 

Anger filled his mind, his heart—rage and spite towards none other than himself.  The darkness fueled his mind, but what manifested was much darker than the ire of self loathing—the Grand Betrayal—something brought about from the cursed trial.  He choked on his words, unable to speak, looking to his Brother expectantly, wishfully to be put out of such misery.  The knight offered no protest as he was cloaked in black, crowned in Nimdravur's mantle, covered in pitch, then lit aflame.  The warmth enveloped him in a gruesome display as it seeped into his skin and lit the dull caverns.  Nasir was absent of any cry of agony, rather something harsher on the mortal ears: a harsh, choked rasping as the murderer refused to shriek, yelp or scream in pain to let his child sleep.  

 

The resonant spared one last look to Sylva before he lept into the ceaseless Slumber—his body to be shattered as his mind—to disturb the peace of the depths of the Slumber with flame, to be claimed by the ceaseless darkness below.

 

[luv 3469]

The red hooded girl sat in her room, only a single candle lighting the room and casting a shadow over her visage. All the could be heard in the darkroom was the sound of sobbing and sniffling, obviously escaping the girl. She'd soon rise to her feet and move over to a picture on the wall. It was a painting depicting an entire group of people, mostly High Elven men, but also her mother Kypris'dionne and the former Ro'ya. She'd snap the painting over her knee and released a loud scream.

 

"I didn't know your favorite tune, color, or dress... But you were family to the only family I had. That made us family. I wish I could've been there. I wish I could've done something." 

 

The scene depicting the red hooded woman would soon fade as the move over to the candle, blowing it at to begin crying in silence.

[ThatGuy_777 220]

The Willow Druid's eyes shoot open, fearful. Scrabbling to his feet with a ragged panting. An ashen-hued hand gripped firmly on his chest. "Ah-ahah...'twas but a delusion of misfortune. Nothing more!" Brushing himself off, the druid scans the vicinity. Beneath the willowed white tree, aflutter with emerald wisps. Not a letter in sight. Curious. "Mm, where have you gone off to now llir'ii? Mayhaps you've found a place to finally finish that toy-shop?" Letting his head hang, his tone drops. Sounding hushed. "...I do dearly hope such is the case. You've so much ahead of you. Independence, opportunity, success. A living that is your own and decided by no other. No more fleeing or hiding. You deserve naught but fortune for what you have endured Ro'ya. Know peace, wherever you might have gone."

...May you know peace of heart and live to the fullest, laureh llir'ii.

Clapping his hands of wood and flesh together, the druid bows his head towards the Sun. Giving prayer to his favorite little friend. . .

[Holyland 3651]

An old being, consumed by age, curls his fist. He feels pure, uncontained darkness writhe within him, the one thing that he has always tried to keep away from this girl. This girl, who was once a toddler, grew unimaginable distances from him in both mind and matter, this girl who had become a woman - this girl who had become a mother.

 

This one had meant much to him - his ominousness, his darkness and his distancing had not affected her - she had tenaciously strode up to him and had taken him by the hand, by the heart, by the soul that had so corrupted at the mere stroke of vile blight.

 

He curled his fist, feeling to himself the suttle notes of desolation and despair that resonated through the man's very being. A desolate wasteland surrounded him and a desolate wasteland was contained within him. A bleak, dull flame flickered within the torch of his household, extinguished by betrayal. The embers that were laid remain shone crimson, as if immersed in blood.

 

"Ro'ya."

 

Soon, one would find this man, and one would tear the fabric of death and life by bringing the killer into nothingness - perhaps then the void that laid dormant and benign within his heart would be filled with the vengeance of granting quietus and eternal slumber to the one who had brought such a crime upon all life.

 

 

[Chase 3793]

A Dominion 'Ker. Never in touch with Ro'ya, but having known the woman from his earlier years. Seeing the daughter he wasn't aware of. A connection tugged at the back of his mind, though he thought nothing of it. He deemed it 'too far fetched.'  Though it would be something to keep him up at the late hours when he could not sleep.

[Burnsy 437]

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

 

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