[PK] A Long Dream

[Faelion Arather 82]

A Long Dream

 

In the dead of the night, a young-looking elf with tousled, dirty blonde hair toils tirelessly in the Workforce Building near his residence in the Cargonia District. His cerulean eyes, mirrors of the vast ocean, scrutinize each item he handles.

 

Faelion steals a moment for respite. His arms extend above him gracefully, a hand caressing the fatigue from his other limb, accompanied be a refreshing "Eeeeaaagh... Aaaahhhh..." A melodious contentment echoes through the walls of the Workforce Building. Amidst the tranquility, memories of Lumia's wedding surge. A mixture of exhilaration at the use of fireball and a cloud of worry spawned by Scrisa's assault on the Golden Lubba's marriage. The thought of flinging fireballs makes his heart flutter. Fireballs, of all things. Faelion's shoulders sag, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, before he resumes his work.

 

In the silent night, atop Lurin's Workforce Building, a bright, luminous light—brighter than the noonday sun—emanates from within, leaking through the windows. A voice can be heard, "Faelion... It's time for you to wake up..."

 

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The jarring sound of an alarm clock shook the room in the early morning.

 

"Hey! Go down and eat your breakfast, young man!" Aurelia, a woman in her late 20s who bore a striking resemblance to an older, gender-bent Faelion, stood over her slumbering younger brother. She tried to rouse him with a mix of authority and care.

 

"5 minutes..." Faelion muttered in protest against his older sister. He grabbed a nearby pillow, covering his face, attempting to reclaim the remnants of sleep.

 

"You'll be late for your first day of class," Aurelia reminded him, forcefully snatching the pillow Faelion had used to shield his face and giving him a gentle pinch to coax her little brother to get out of bed.

 

"Alright, alright. Ow! Stop pinching me, Sis," Faelion groaned, trying to shake off his older sister, all while feigning resistance to convince her that he was already awake.

 

Aurelia stood up from Faelion's bed and observed the young man, crossing her arms with her right foot tapping rhythmically on the wooden floor. "You'll go back to sleep once I go down on my own."

 

"Fiiiine." Faelion reluctantly rose from bed, finally yielding to his older sister's persistence.

 

As Faelion ambled through the city, making his way to school, he vividly reminisced about the dreams he had. His mind replayed scenes of proud warriors going to war, incredible wizards flinging powerful spells, vast lands and frozen wastelands, forests with towering trees, encounters with demons and dragons, and witnessing unspeakable horrors. Amid these dreamt landscapes, Faelion found kindness, and, more importantly, made friends along the way. It was indeed a long dream—one he wished had never ended.

 

Waiting for the bus to school, Faelion glanced at his watch and realized he had ample time before its arrival. He opened his new college notebook, a fresh canvas for this chapter of his life, and grabbed a pen. In the notebook, he inscribed these words: "I dreamt for miles; now reality smiles. Grateful for the journey, it was a dream that turned. Thank you."

 

 

 

"I dreamt for miles; now reality smiles. Grateful for the journey, it was a dream that turned. Thank you."

 

~ FIN ~

 

 

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Special Thanks to:

@Amayonnaise: For accepting my LotC Application, marking the start of Faelion's journey in the land of Aevos.

A'lia Vershar Kervallen (@Myrthe17): For comforting Faelion when Zelphar was in a critical situation.

Amendiel (@Ryxrz): Roller's Best Friend.

Anatoliy Ilya Alyovich Godunov (@Caelaerin): For letting me burn your headless corpse and allowing me to come up with "All toil and no mirth makes an Elf lose his worth."

Apollyon Snowell (@Apollonous): The maker of Lurin's Chest Monsters.

Bug (@BenVader1234): For being Bug. The Bug roleplay was too funny and unforgettable.

Dolly Peregrin (TakeMeT0TheFae): For the amazing tour in Dúnfarthing's Library.

Edvard Kervallen (@ECS1999): Faelion is secretly a fan of yours.

Elena of Joma (@ellielove15): Lady Elena! Lady Elena! Lady Elena!

Elaina Denodado (@scrapsperson): Pregnant women are scary.

Gavilar Soltee (@Kabo0m): Stabby stabby stab stab.

Gwen (@Xein000): Best. Bartender. In Faelion's opinion.

Grogmar (@shenna001): For all those funny friend broadcasts.

Henry Charles (@Frymark): For letting Faelion keep his build perms in Aaun. (Probably forgot)

Ilaria Des'Nox (@UnBaed): For buying Faelion's store and my last merchant roleplay.

Isabella Sanz Vizier (@Dj_McMuffin): For accommodating Faelion in Hokhmat.

Jurkha (@Valkealinen): For the wise old man philosophical and pyre roleplay.

Knud (@PapaBjor): Your dragon stories are superb.

Lanre Cerusil (@sam33497): Faelion's first trauma.

Lucias Vinyre (@Kabo0m): You know what you did.

Lumia Anarion (@Snow1770): For understanding Faelion's passion for animals, mostly horses.

Maria Denodado (@Myrthe17): Letting Faelion enter Hyspia without question.

Masayoshi Makoto (@LC0215): Faelion's first work companion.

Medea Voila De Astrea (@JTMedea): Your perfumes are the best!

Meria Kervallen-Elmwood (@ChaoticRoller): Lead Ravenmire in the name of your Mother.

Mika Anarion (@Mika1278): The legendary Lubba who welcomed Faelion in Lurin. The person Faelion greatly looks up to. Imagine Tubbo and Etho.

Morgana Kervallen Anarion (@Ragnio): A good person who became a good example to me. One of Faelion's Mother Figures who always pats Faelion's head.

Nemea Ke Kai'len (@Mega_huskey): For the wonderful tour of Dúnfarthing's tavern.

Nepir Wolfguard (@Nepir): The Ancient, The Wise, The Nepir.

Onon Vershar Kervallen (@JaslawUwU): Faelion's idol and friend. As someone once said, Faelion is an Onon simp.

Orion (@Lapidary): For teaching Faelion some medical knowledge and being the person who inspired Faelion with butterflies made of voidal flames.

Orkadath (@_Grey_W0lf_): For letting Faelion experience a combat roleplay with an Orc.

Patches (@Zanael Moonstrider): *Squeaks* The cutest furball in the land of Aevos. In Faelion's opinion.

Ri'Muja'Kul (@Sujamama): We simply like horses.

Ruven (@Toudlou): The Third Wheel.

Sadao Arakawa (@StingyParrot): From strangers to enemy nations to magic students in Hokhmat.

Sir Atticus Reinhold (@Homo_saxual): For letting Faelion continue his magical journey under your wing.

Sir Rupert Brezwyck (@AF7): Execution! (Not for Faelion) Also for the memorable pyre roleplay.

Slith Cobbett (@_Helmet_): Faelion's first book came from you.

Tiwari E. Elmwood (@TheGekko): Faelion's instructor in both armed combat and magic. One of Faelion's Mother Figures who indulges Faelion's desire for ars- apprenticeship.

Throy (@BleedMC): For indulging Faelion's curiosity in Hokhmat's magic and culture.

Uncle 'Peepaw' Applebottom-Peregrin (@Func_Soap): For letting Faelion fall asleep in Dúnfarthing's tavern and introducing Faelion to sentient drink serving mugs.

Ursus Grandaxe (@_Grey_W0lf_): For protecting my boi's ears from a bard.

Yera Silveira (@Ewdrawings): For letting Faelion experience a real merchant roleplay. The Great Overlord of Kaethul.

Yrmshik Fiyem (@Nusti75): Arather Trading's Patron.

Zelphar Kervallen Kagura (@ChaoticRoller): A great friend of mine and Faelion's Guild Leader. Faelion's inspiration for Magic-man. I know Ravenmire will be great under your care.

 

And to everyone else who is not on the list, thank you for making the Lord of the Craft an extraordinary experience. 

 

 

 

[ChaoticRoller 591]

Zelphar, upon fining out about a fellow friend passing into heavens would shed a set of tears- clearly in grief of their passing. He'd say "You are gone, but never forgotten, especially in the Valiant Seekers." 

 

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I hope you continue to strive for success, and thank you for being a great friend and being a positive figure in LoTC. Hope to see you around in the future, you will be missed <3

 

[nepir 137]

*Nepir wolfguard hearing of the passing, lowers his head.* "A great lose, a light that faided far to early."

[Jaslaw 272]

"One journey ends, another starts hm?" Mused the elf still upset about the loss of his friend yet unable to argue with the way of things "Wherever ya are now Fae, I hope ya stay happy... And may our paths meet again." Couldnt help but smile at the thought of maybe seeing his friend in the futture, yet for now it was really just wishfull thinking. Only time would say how it goes. "Hm, perhaps I could publish some of his poetry in his name in the meanwhile though?" Mused thinking about if he could honor his friend in such a way "Some rewriting of his works to do, yet he was a darn good poet so it could be worth it? I got the time during all the gate duty I do..." Chuckling to himself as he realises how much of his life he wastes away in the gatehouse yet growing more serious as he finally decides "Might as well. Keeping one's memory alive is the least one can do. Shame for them to go to waste after all... I for sure will miss Fae but ay at least might be ready in case they return! As unlikely as it is." Onon more then determined to try and stay positive, even in such a situation as this one

[BenVader 19]

"He.. Really died..? Guess ill never get to apologize to the idiot"

 

[Turbo_Dog 1436]

Spuds looked at the old silver centurion reports. Not to handle any but simply to see that name just ‘one more time’ over and over again. He set the papers down after having read each one again “Faelion.” He said in a somber tone of voice looking at his own silver centurion badge and then to the ceiling that hung high above him “You were truly a reliable guy. I shouldn’t have ever taken you for granted. May you find your eternal reward elsewhere. And may it be the reward you always wanted and deserved.”

Edited January 30 by Turbo_Dog