PK Post | Aiyeis Acal'Turrii

[__Hergh 785]

 

Aiyeis Acal’Turrii

The End

A woman would lay in bed, her chest sank and rose in slow, deliberate motions. Hand gripping at her bed sheets. The blurred vision that always accompanied her fading, fraying. Consciousness fading. The candlelight beside her bed illuminates her pallid face, sweat dripping down. Feverish.

 

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Gasping, the mali’aheral would wake, coughing, sputtering. Lurching upwards she’d gag, stomach twisting painfully the elf could do nothing but lay back down and bury her face in the pillow. It was silent for now, excluding the crackling of a fire and the distant clamor of the busy city district. The candle at her bed stand was barely alight, the wick burnt down to a black nub. The smell of lavender that had permeated while it burnt–fading. 

 

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A cool feeling would pass over her, goosebumps rising as whispers would begin to echo. A maddened delusion she would hope, though she would not pay the presence heed, curling inwards, her hand pulling the thick blanket over her head. Even with that, she could hear the whispers begin. Taunting.

 

“You’ve finally reached the end of your rope, wretch.”

 

Her consciousness would fade, though she would not wake from the inky darkness this time. 

 

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The woman was on the ground, mud under her knees. Her sight was returned, she sat in a field the grass so tall it surpassed her shoulders. Silently, she’d turn her head about, a blink. Over the grass stood a woman, hair so red they resembled flames. They’d turn. Lurid eyes would stare back, meeting the ‘aheral.  

 

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“Meredith.”

 

The woman would murmur, shocked. Slipping in the mud beneath as she scrambled to stand. Though the figure would not stand still, it began to run off into the distance. Locks of red disappearing in the tall grass. The magi would begin to run, slow at first as though unpracticed before she burst into a sprint. Bare feet sinking into the earth, hands batting at the grass to clear her path. 

 

She’d reach a precipice, having caught up to the ginger, who stood at the edge, back facing her before it would move to turn. Gaunt features aging, hair turning gray before the ‘aherals eyes. A lurid smile formed across their features.

 

“Join me, sister.”

 

It would fall back, arms spread wide, disappearing over the edge as the woman ran forth practically flinging herself in. The woman was gone. A hand would wrap about her shoulder, the glint of white in the corner of her eye. She’d turn, face lifting to meet the new figure. It stood, bones stark and white, glinting in the light of the moon that stood overhead. 

 

The creature looked on for a few seconds before suddenly the arm that held her still would push. She would fall back, a futile attempt being made to grasp at the robes the skeleton wore. But it would help her little as she fell, screaming into the abyss.

 

She would continue falling, screaming until her voice ran raw and then finally, she’d hit the water. A splash sounding almost in tandem with the sound of her bones breaking from contact with the sloshing waves. Though the pain would begin to fade as she sank, hitting the bottom eventually. Her eyes shutting as the light of the moon grew dim beneath the ripples. Her resolution fading.

 

The woman would not stir from the dream. Though the effects of the fever and the constant tossing and turning would cause swept to drip down her face. The flames in the fireplace dancing. Occasionally the sound of crackling was accompanied by her pained whimpering. 

 

A devoted spawn takes the time to carefully move a damp cold rag upon the fevered brow of the sickly elf before them. Soft hushes of breath escape past the lips of the spawn, despite her own brow becoming furrowed in silent anguish and concern.

“Shhhh, Haelun… you’re okay… you’re safe…”

Ac’Sullii would softly speak, her voice hushed and quiet as there was an attempt to soothe and to aid the woman before her. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel the lump in her throat begin to rise, feel how even her own body betrayed her feelings of the situation. The day she was warned, was told what was to come to pass, she dared not believe it. Perhaps a part of herself begged that it was all a bad dream- but this dream was all too real, and it was everything of the nightmare she feared.

Taking a deep inhale, Ac’Sullii would just move her head down to kiss upon her aunt’s…. Her mother’s brow- just as Aiyeis had done to her so many times before.

“I love you… haelun, never forget that…”

There was more she wanted to say, and yet, nothing could come out. What should a child say to their parent as they lay sickly before them in a comatose state? Her hands begin to shake, and tears start to rim her deformed eyes, nearly spilling past gray lashes- yet she inhaled deeper and would quell her tears back, continuing to carefully dote on her mother no matter what.

A part of her wished to be selfish, to beg and plead to anyone who would listen for her mother to remain with her- or perhaps to plead with her mother to keep on fighting. In her mind she screamed the words, ‘Please- don’t go, not yet! I need you here with me-!’ and yet they remained only in her mind. She knew her mother’s story, perhaps only parts of it- but she knew enough. Knew how hard Aiyeis had already fought, and to ask for more? Ac’Sullii could never do so.

A selfless child, and yet in that moment- she never wanted to be more selfish- if just to have a little more time with her Haelun.

 

 

At the same time that Ac’Sullii rushed to Ayeis’ side as did Luthia after yet another feverish dream, she'd rub her back, offering soothing platitudes,

 

 "Shhh, Shhh"

 

she'd look to her sister with widened unmoving eyes, lined with fear. The uncertainty surrounding the certainty of Aiyeis' worsening condition had brought the proud elfess low. Luthia rested her head in her mother's lap, she'd clasp her hand, crying softly. As the end neared, Luthia sat up and peered into her mother's blinded eyes in an attempt to be strong,

 

 "I won't let you down Haelun. Your work won't be in vain. I love you"

 

In the end, it was just the two sisters together, asleep by their mothers bedside.

 

It would not take long for the mali’aheral to succumb to fever and plague. Her body grew weaker by the day as her delusions were emboldened to rise. Till finally, in madness did she stir, staggering through the manor to her daughters room. Collapsing on their bed as she waited for the return of Ac’Sullii to her abode. The fever fading as the cold set in. Drawn into an eternal slumber was she.

 

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Edited October 5, 2024 by Tea_Guzzler
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[TheBigBubbles 963]

The eldest of the living biological daughters of Aiyeis began to strap up her armor on to her person, she'd look to her family home, swallowing a bitter taste in her mouth. The elfess felt a pit in her stomach as she'd gather up her things to do what she'd done most thus far. Her duty. Luthia trekked through the sweltering desert, she'd slide some potions on to her belt, her trusty pink sword, and her axe upon her back. Luthia then slid her helmet into place. Whatever manner of creature dared touch her on this day, would face the full brunt of her grief. Luthia wiped her face, stiffling all emotion before exciting the abode, leaving her doting husband in order to be alone for some time.

[CaffeinatedCrow 259]

Ac'Sullii would remain at home, the adopted daughter of Aiyeis moving to begin the preparations for the funeral of the deceased. Her face expressing deep melancholy as tired eyes gazed over her mother's body; the daughter moving to begin writing letters to those that she knew would care, and maybe even attend, the proceedings.