Farewell

[Nectorist 12875]

A Final Letter

 

Dear Father and Mother,

 

I heard that at my birth the two of you did so grievously weep, for from the union of Atmorice and Tundrak, two ancient houses of noble and proud blood, a twisted creature had been wrought. I was brought into this world much unlike my forebears, much unlike my brother even. I was told that for days the two of you fretted over me, protecting me from the harshness that our city brings. It is nigh-impossible for a child to live in Tahu’Lareh unaided, and those that are born runts are often left to die for the burden that they bring to their family. Yet the two of you stuck by me, as defenseless as I was, and the love in your hearts brought to me a warmth that has since never left me, even as despair may numb my skin and bite at my veins. 

 

When I was young, I was convinced that this world was not for me. Although I was alive, I was far from well. While Vytrek played with the other boys and girls on the streets of the city, I sat shivering on my bed, watching them longingly from high above. I wallowed in the misery that only a crippled could possess- wasting away the days as I sat there solemnly. I cursed the both of you, I cursed Wyvurn, I cursed myself for having been condemned to a life of nothingness the moment I was born. Maybe, if things had gone differently, I would still be sitting there idly- lamenting what could be but isn’t.

 

 I’m sorry, father, that I could not be the warrior-son you so wished to have, but in more ways in one I did fight. While my hand could not lift a sword, a quill is far easier: even though I am unable to run, in the books of the library I soared, sailed, swam, and rode far more that I could even imagine. Think not that I had no childhood, for I learned that to play was to recover. I may have been the slowest, and the weakest, but from old, dusty tomes I learned of secret alcoves for us children to explore and from massive volumes on herbology I learned what herbs could cure scrapes, stomachaches, and fevers. When I was young, sitting sickly within the dark, dreary confines of my room, I questioned why the world didn’t love me the same way it loved so many others. However, when I began to accept who I was, learned that the world cannot love you until you love yourself.

 

Father, I wept for a week when you fell ill and named me Grand Prince in your stead. I was but a child now sitting atop a throne meant for a man. You and mother were both gone, and I had no one to turn to, no one to listen to when I needed advice, no one to confide in when my troubles plagued my conscience. In your absence, though, I was able to find a steadfast and loyal group of friends and councilors to aid me. In truth, without them I would have been naught, and the living son you have today would instead be hanging from the walls of Tahu’Lareh- his own free hands his downfall. Treat them well, Father, for they are good and they are true- I could not imagine a world where I would have any others by my side. 

 

As the end of this letter draws near, I cannot help but feel the ache of my heartstrings as they twang within me. There is so much more I could say to the both of you, but I haven’t the time (nor the ink- I dearly apologize for using so much of it!) to say all that I wish to say. The ship is soon to sail, and in just a few minutes time I will be off at sea for months, years, or until the end of my life- I know not what my voyage will entail. Even now my throat clenches at the thought of departing, possibly forever, but the memories of everyone who has made me whole soothe my quaking hand and still my heavy breathing . Preserved in my mind are the people who taught me how to love, how to hope, how to live- so long as they are with me I know I shall never be alone.

 

How lucky I am to have people that make it so difficult to say goodbye.

 

Thank you,

Aldred

 

 

Spoiler

I would like to thank everyone who’s made my time on LOTC as great as it’s been. I’ll always treasure the friendships I’ve made, the fun I’ve had, and the memories that I’ve kept. Once again, thank you.

 

[z3m0s 1957]

Cya in a couple weeks nerd ?

[Kaelan 1918]

Lyemar stares at the flames that ripple below at the foot of his throne. A soft sigh would escape him as he thinks to the friend and close ally that had departed from Arcas. “Aspects guide you, Aldred.”

[Sygnus_ 202]

In the barracks of the Princedom of Fenn one could make out the numerous Ivae’fenn sparring, and amongst them would be the Grand Marshal pacing while observing them.

 

As word of the Grand Prince’s departure had reached her, the Grand Marshal would unsheathe her blade, before planting it in the sand of the ivae’fenn barracks. After doing this she would then remove her helmet, and as well as take a knee. Upon her lips would be a prayer to Wyvurn for the safety and guidance for the young Grand Prince. 

 

While she did this, the ivae’fenn would stop their sparring and stare at her, but Aroiia would not stop to explain her actions.

 

As a last remark, Aroiia would rise from her kneeled position and speak as if she were talking to Aldred there in the barracks.

“Aldred, You have overcome great internal struggles, it is my hope that wherever the seas take you that you will not forget your heritage. I wish you the best old friend.”

 

Upon finishing the remark she would place her helmet back on her head and as well remove her blade that was once planted in the sand, and with one swift movement she would sheathe it.

 

Lastly she would turn to face the soldiers who had seised their sparring and she would say, “Did I say you could stop training? Get back to it!” And with that she would continue to pace the barracks. As the ivae’fenn continued their training.

 

[ OOC ]

[It was really fun to Roleplay with ya Nectorist, and I hope that whatever life throws at you that you’ll rise to overcome it. Good luck and I hope to one day see you on the server again.]

[Zacho 2177]

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