The Last Embers [PK]

[angel129bu 56]

Ezra/Yerro/Zahira/Callum

Ezra blinked at the parchment she held in her hands. She almost couldn't believe that the man she thought of as a father after everything was actually gone. She'd lost a lot, and now an adopted father that she thought so fondly of. She still remembered the time, William had walked her down the isle for her and Brawly's wedding and how William joked about her height. She sighed softly, all she could do at the moment was laugh at the good memories. Her son's Yerro, and Callum amongst her daughter's Zahira, Emony and now Sola came by her side. Sola never had a chance to meet William, but Ezra would make sure that she knew he was the best and most kindest man that ever lived. "Momo?" Yerro looked into her eyes. "Ez gawdpopo reallee gon?" Ezra nodded solemnly, although Yerro hadn't spent much time with William he was still his godfather. Yerro frowned, he was honestly very sad to hear this but had no words. He looked up into the sky, offering a big toothy goofy grin. "Wherevahr lat ez, whi wyhl nuber fergit lat. Gawdpopo." He lowered his head in a moment of Silence. Ezra wrapped her arm around Yerro, as Zahira opened her mouth to speak. "I don't remember this man, but I'm sure you won't let me forget. Neither you or daddy will. But for what it's worth, Godfather.... I hope you find peace." Zahira sighed, moving to stand by her older brother Yerro and join him in the moment of silence. Callum walked over, he had the most confused look on his face. He'd never met William either, but again he was going to learn about him and all the good he'd done for their family. "Who is the man you're speaking of mom?" Callum questioned looking between her and his siblings. He was holding their newest addition, Sola in his arms. "Is he important or something?" Callum sighed, he honestly felt bad for the remorseful moment not knowing William. Yerro lifted his head stepping over to his little brother, kneeling in front of him. "Yub. He ez vury impertunt. He ez aur gawdpopo, agh alweyz wyhl beh. Mi kno lat dyd nub meht him, buht whi wyhl tehl lat abut him." Yerro smiled pulling his little brother and sister Sola into a loose hug so that he didn't squash her. Ezra turned to her children, smiling slightly. William would be proud of the man Yerro was growing up to be.... She turned to them wrapping her arms around all of them before taking them back inside for dinner.

[Dogged 2128]

Prince Leopold layed a flower infront of the Rozanian-Sedan Conflict memorial. He shed a tear before going on about his day. 

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[Rayalia 285]

After a brief bout of confusion with the steward delivering missives and a choppy translation of 'the dead need their rest', a certain Deaf elfess receives the parchment left in a Jackelope's wake, the last she'd ever read from him. All those days and months and years of 'bread duck cake' now gone, the jesting and teasing turned to memories, the mirth-filled confusion and shared amusement and deep conversations transformed to dust. The pink haired lass' brow furrows, a scowl set upon her countenance at the sole idea of William having passed. How dare he. They always leave. They always leave. The curse of being an elf in a human's world strikes once more. The 'Ame stands. She shifts. She moves forth with an uncontrolled mind and impulsive actions to the unlit forge, forcefully tossing the parchment within. Hate and fury take over her form as she stares down at the lifeless paper sat upon prepared coals. A fierce and wretched glare directs its way to the item, as if her look alone would force the piece to catch fire and burn away any pain that follows it. Nothing happens. Of course nothing happens. And later, when she's to place the message away with countless others in a small box shoved out of sight, the elfess would be grateful the forge hadn't been worked with on that day. 

 

The parchment sits, still atop that unlit fuel. The elfess' glower remains. The air is still around her. The ever present silence within her ears is now like a blasting horn, loud and impossible but there. A wordless scream rips itself from the back of her throat as emotion bubbles past the point of containment but there's no one around to hear it, least of all her. She tries again, a punch of frustration aimed at the stone lining of the forge. She screams once more, another hit accompanying it. Again. And again. Let the Gods hear her anger and fury and pain, for she herself could not. Someone had to. She needed them to. Again. Again. Again, until her fists are wet with crimson and she can feel her vocal chords break, the vibrations within her throat ceasing. Her pants of exertion slow and her form wilts, slowly but surely, deflating as her mind grows silent, accompanying her ears in forcing the world quiet. The elfess' gaze turns wet, her eyes misting over against all will, churning within her sharp glare and forcing it into a wobbly, blurry mess. Her lower lip trembles. A rivulet of salty water drips first upon her left cheek, then her right, catching upon those multiple marred blemishes upon her skin. Slowly, she reaches out, retrieving the missive from where it had been so hatefully tossed away, her expression weakening and fury dissipating into hurt and sorrow and pain. Trepidation lines her form.

 

Axilya unfolds the letter.

 

Sat alone in an empty and cold forge, the gates at the entrances to the building left down for privacy, the 'Ame places a hand over her face and weeps. 

[Validnemetrix 2]

Kobint stared at the letter for a while “from William! I haven’t heard from him in a long time” He paused, trying his best to decipher the words on the paper other than his old friend’s name. He tried and tried but he just couldn’t read it. Kobint smiled in a blissful ignorance “I can’t wait to see him again, I hope he can come to the wedding” kobint said to himself. He paused to think for a molment “maybe peralien can read it for me” He walked off, staring gleefully towards the sun, waiting to visit a friend who he would never see again.

[Shiredom 1545]

Peralien learns of the Old-mans death one way or another. "Finally? He's finally dead!?" She then takes a deep breath and does one thing. "HAHAHAHAHA!!" -wheeze- "AHAHAHA! FINALLY, HE'S PERISHED! HE THOUGHT I FORGAVE HIM FOR KIDNAPPING TIYAN? ROT IN HELL WILLIAM! NOBODY LOVED YOU!"

[MutatedPotato 54]

As he returned from his latest adventure, Aldigar Buckfort was handed his letter by his son. He gave the boy a questioning look. A look that was not returned. Fearing the worst, Aldi began to quickly read the parchment. And it seemed the worst had come. Aldigar stood there, a shocked expression on his face.

 

“Ah neva’ thought tha day would come.”

 

He, who had made so many jokes of the man’s immortality, never truly foresaw the fall of the Jackalope Knight. He began to crumple the pepper in his hands, his formerly dry eyes becoming wet with tears.

 

”Ah wos gone fer too long. Ah should nae’ve left.”

 

 The man shook his head at his mistake. His family was scattered, the Jackalope all but dead, and his homes destroyed. He blamed himself, and in this blame, he felt a new flame. He had to make it right. He had to ensure his father’s efforts were not all for naught.

 

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Matilda Buckfort read the letter as it was delivered to her. 
 

“Ye auld fart. Why’d ye goh ‘n’ roll ova’ ‘n’ die like an auld fart? Last Ah checked, ye were still poppin’ out wee thin’s, now ye’re dead...?”

The lass sniffled, choking back a single for her lost brother. She should’ve forgiven him sooner. Maybe then she would’ve been at his side as he left.

 

”Ah’ll miss ye, brotha’. Ah’ll miss ye dearleh. ‘N’ ye’re damn right, she’s beautiful.”