Raziel's Last Song

[Laeonathan 5889]

Raziel’s Last Song

To end a Legacy

Raziel Amethil playing the lyre below the night sky of Fi’Andria (Artist Unknown)

 

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The Principality of Fenn, 62 SA

“Tell me, oem’ii- what is your name?” she inquired as her playing of the lyre continued, those digits gliding over the strums “Umm- Raziel! kae maln is Lefkos!” he quickly answered; the Princess soon winced upon his father’s name yet she kept her posture. “Your maln, Lefkos.. He's been around.. For a long time, he's fought in right and wrong- I'll make you a deal, okay?” Then did her playing wither down to just two strings being monotonously plucked. Raziel then blinked a few times, slightly turning away from the biting fire “A deal?” the boy tilts his head. The Princess ceased her playing of the lyre- offering it outward.

 

“Learn to play this, and I'll get you a tutor.”  she finished; the lyre in hand.

 

Raziel took it.

 

Yet, this memory was from long ago. Today; 67 years later even though faint seemed to be real to Raziel. A joke even - now that he stood where he stood. How could he have dedicated his life to the vision of this individual? How could he have praised her, for so long, ignoring she was a maniac?

 

Camp Hilea - Savoy, 128 SA.

(Music)

Raziel sat within the refugee campfire around many of the Tennallar Talonnii, Useamea and Alexander of Haelun’or; his mind was humming with thoughts, while he played the lyre - the destruction of Celia’nor, the homeland he had helped build lay in ruins. The former Rex’ words were still in his mind - was he right, that if it were not for Ivarielle’s tear that the west might have had never fallen? Was it Ivarielle, who had doomed them all?

 

Much had changed since he was a boy. He rose through Celia’nor’s ranks, helped create this realm which had grown to be the strongest elvendom had seen in centuries. One that stood as a beacon of stability… until one magi dared to end it all by an act of foolishness.  He had become a competent magi, worked on his own spells, was a councilor of state thrice. Yet, for a state who’s origins he now despises.

 

“Celia’nor has fallen; Ivarielle’s state has fallen.”

“Ivarielle is a traitor.”

“A state of maniacs.”

“The realm of the accursed Ibarellan talonnii.”

“Something new must rise in its place.”

“They are right.”

 

He ceased his playing on the lyre upon the campfire. One last time, he let his fingers glide over it, producing the very song Ivarielle had taught him these many years ago. Then, he cast Ivarielle’s lyre into the fire. The words seemed to echo through the camp of him, as he watched Ivarielle’s lyre burn, the very thing she had gifted him as a child. Contently he rose, to get back to his work - there was much left to do for him… but music? Raziel had played his last song, this very day.

 

[Gemini 1737]

Spoiler

WHY DOESNT ANYONE EVER GET HER NAME RIGHT ARGHHHHHH ITS USAMEA 

 

[Lhindir_ 3691]

Anordal Quietly hums, watching from far, far away.