[PK] Rest..

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The old Adunian stood held in the arms of the grandmother he had not known for so long…his tired bones ached as he found his old eyes welling up with tears some, admitting to the fear yet..peace with that he would soon be able to see his mother once more. 

 

  “Be not afraid, my dear..your bones will return to the soil of this earth, as they were always     

        intended to. You will finally rest amongst the roots, amongst your mother”

 

Those words remained in his mind, and from then on..he remained in the home of his grandmother…a basically retirement for the old adunain…it was peaceful his days filled with the gentle melody of the birds that found the little grove home and the sweet gentle wind that swayed the tree leaves. When he wasn’t resting however…he was at his mother’s grave, tending to it and leaving flowers…her favourite flowers in life. 

 

He also thought back on his life…a life that started off rocky in a life where his future had been decided for him and there was expectation, expectation to be a rough and tough man, a fighter who would run a clan. Then when he wandered upon Elvenesse and met its people..began going there more often..and the fights it caused at home, where it was assumed he was being brainwashed, but still he found family in the elven people, he met people he would forever hold in high regard…then met the man who he didn’t know would turn into his father Galan Brylynn, and his travels to Haelun’or began in which he then met his adoptive mother Syllana. Eventually despite hardship…pain and fear, Cypress had his new found family…the Brylynn’s even a little brother and…a mentor of his own, an elder Adunian by the name of John and the group he brought with him also. Those years were simple, happy…but they didn’t last. The battle of Azdromoth reminded him how things could be ripped away and destroyed, a reminder of the mortality of him and the others around him..

 

He laughed as he thought about that day..now that he was sitting there accepting his body was finally starting to give out, he thought on his son…his darling boy Sylvan…he was happy that he knew his grandmother would be watching after him…since his mother and father were gone…and he had no partner to speak of, he thought on that too how he spent his life a lone man. He never thought he would be a father..but then Sylvan popped randomly into his life..at a time where he was struggling deeply…his sister and mother dead from suicide, his father missing and his mentor also gone having died on a mission. Then there…one day on a patrol a woman long dead with an infant crying in her arms, and despite not knowing how to be a parent he took him in…and he didn’t regret it.

 

Finally…he forced his old creaky bones up as he looked to his mother’s grave a final time and hobbled over to the Vuln’rith home…he went to his room, the one that had been given, he sat down at a desk and wrote, wrote and wrote till his inkwell ran dry and he placed each paper in an envelope to be handed off certain groups and people. Once he was finished…he got up to lay on the soft bed…he looked up towards the roof. Eventually his eyes began to droop and he didn’t fight it one bit, his eyes then fully fell shut…and he breathed his last breath a single thought in his mind. 

 

   “I am coming home mom…and my dear son, may he live a great life even without me..I finally…get rest”  

 

 

 

 

 

 The following letters were left for different people and groups. 

 

To the people of Petra: 

It was a honour to serve for and with you, it gave my life purpose during a time when I had lost purpose and you saw me as capable and for that I will forever be grateful, and continue to serve the crown and it’s people with valor and honor..i know you all can because I have seen it many times before. 

 

To my fellow Adunians:

Things changed a lot after John died…and many others also breathed their final breaths, and now I will be joining them. I am not a man of much faith but I pray that you all thrive and continue to grow, it's what john would have wanted. 

 

To Valindra:

I don’t know if you will get this letter, but I have long since made peace with what happened in Haelun’or and how you stood and others stood by and how you tried to keep me there to be turned into a ‘proper high elf’ but that never happened nor would have, I was never a high elf to begin with, and I will forever be disgusted by you and the people of that time, I hope karma will or has been swift to you and the others of that time who stood by and did nothing when I was almost killed…and was broken, and the people that tried to kidnap my baby brother. 

 

To Sonna: 

We have talked already..and I have thanked you already as well..but I leave this letter for you to thank you once more, thank you for making my last days peaceful…and comfortable, I know my son is in the best hands and will not know the loneliness I have once felt in the past..and I will make sure to tell my mom that you say hi.  

 

To Matthias: 

My dear friend, I don’t know where you have been but I hope you are doing well and you get this letter. Thank you for always being there when I was younger, teaching me new things and worrying about my well being during arguments I had with the man who was a part of my birth. You helped me so much to become the man I became and show me there was nothing wrong with being who I wanted to be, I hope you have an amazing rest of your life. 

 

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It has been amazing to play Cypress and I have loved every moment of it and the people he has met through his long story, it is finally time for him to pass on and his son to take his place however.

 

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Syllana Brylynn had sat waiting in the skies for her any of her family to come along. She knew none of the Vuln'miruels. . .or Vulnrith now would join her, but she knew at least her children would. She spent her time watching her family from the skies until finally she heard the laugh of her dearest son Cypress. "Child, you have so much to tell me." She said as she welcomed him into her arms.

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Matthias Caerme’onn’s amber eyes well up, tears that have fallen astray dotting the paper. Despite being a hardened cynic, something that has changed since he had last seen his old, now-late friend, this strikes him in the heart. “May you rest among those you love, oem’ii. It was an honor to know you.”

The paper is neatly folded and set aside. He stands, lighting a candle in remembrance of a life-long friend, now gone. He saw Cypress as a child, and now he has passed… as is the curse of the elves.

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1 hour ago, TaytoTot said:

Syllana Brylynn had sat waiting in the skies for her any of her family to come along. She knew none of the Vuln'miruels. . .or Vulnrith now would join her, but she knew at least her children would. She spent her time watching her family from the skies until finally she heard the laugh of her dearest son Cypress. "Child, you have so much to tell me." She said as she welcomed him into her arms.

Cpyress looked towards his mother, his eyes welling up with tears as he finally was reunited with his mother in death, and he felt overjoyed moving to embrace her. "ti...I do mom.."