The Absence

[ThatWeirdGirl 432]

 

 

 

A soldier trusts those behind them, believes the enemy to be in the front of them. Solaria thought she would die in battle, a fate seemingly sealed by her repeated and lifelong military service. But she survived, scarred and broken down but she survived.

 

She lay on the floor of the tavern, wheezing and broken. Her whole body hurt, worse than anything she had felt before. Broken legs struggled, unable to support herself. Her arms were immobile, her lungs were crushed by her fragmented ribs. The ones above were talking about killing her, about impurity. The soldier didn’t understand, she had done so much. She had faced gods for them, spent countless days at her workstation until she could barely move. She had thrown away her beauty, everything for them. It was all for them. It all meant nothing.

 

The last thing she felt before the arrow tore through her skull was fear. She wanted to live, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. She wanted to live! Fight!

 

The arrow struck true.

 

The woman that constantly hauled up stone and iron would never be seen again, the sound of her cane never heard echoing through the streets. Her gruff voice would never be heard in the city she sacrificed so much for. The sound from her endless crafting had been replaced by birdsong.

 

The woman that had stood against a god when almost all others fled was gone, the high elf that sacrificed her beauty, sanity and tore her body apart for her people had died.

 

All that was left was a cold statue and the absence of sound.

[Aeus 2653]

“The death of Solaria Soulheart has brought great grief to my heart and that of the council. She lived for her people, protected and played a big role in the development of the Silver Enclave. It is a true shame another great leader, and friend must depart from our realm. You will be missed, Solaria – may you find the peace of heart mind and body you were looking for. You were the true heroine of Haelun’or.” Alyrion finishes his short speech, leaving a bouquet of red flowers at the foot of her statue in the silver district where she is now laid to rest. 

[rukio 8924]

Astrid Mournstone chews on an apple in the Mournstone manor, oblivious to the death and suffering others had endured from the war.

[overlord2305 202]

upon hearing of the event via via lynn would pause, thinking for a moment before remarking "Though I did not personaly know the woman it still saddens me to hear that another mali has departed, leaving our number ever smaller than before"

[The Elder Eye 101]

Within the twilit hours of the evening, Amaranthe now laid within the confines of her home, her head draped over the edge of her daybed as she pondered the events that transpired that day. With pressed lips, her hands gripped at the sides of the bed and dragged the weight of herself upright. She was unrested, and uneasy. Her eyes turned to the parting in the nearby curtains, a frown twisting itself upon her features.

“Damn it...”

[Farryn 860]

The news struck Elvira hard as if someone has thrust a molten hot spear right into her chest and kept it boiled.

The day she heard the news, and the days that followed - the Ascended would become noticeably silent and mournful. No joke or friendly gesture would form a smile on the woman's lips, and the glow of her usually bright eye would be dimmed to where it was nearly not there. Not even her usual mocha flask was in sight, with its owner merely gazing out to the horizon with a pained expression.

 

First Heial and Victoria - though their vacation was temporary, the fear of it being more than tempory shook the Ascended and made her concerned.  Her Clerical mentor and guide figure, Heshakomeu had done the same, a temporary leave that soon span years and he never returned. She feared the same for her lover and stepdaughter.

 

Yet now to lose Solaria to death - Elvira grieved for the loss of one of her closest friends. She recalled the final time she spent with her, the two dancing and simply having fun during the ball Solaria had arranged. Elvira helped Solaria to dance, and the Ascended was glad to have helped her. Yet Elvira blamed herself - why wasn't she there? Why couldn't have she been there to protect and save her comrade?

 

All Elvira could do was mourn, and reflect on the single question that terrified the usually fearless woman to the very core.

 

How many more comrades and family members will she keep on losing in the upcoming days?

[Holyland 3650]

A fist curled in silent, cold anger.

 

”Those cursed days had plagued you no longer. Sleep, and in your place vengeance shall be sought.”

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

“Wait, ****, who am I going to pass my job title to now?” complains the acting Okarir’tir

[osumanduas 1442]

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

 

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