[PK] The Silent Farewell of a Moon

[Dramatude 861]

The Silent Farewell of a Moon

 

 

The room was still, save for the soft rusting of curtains as the cool Hyspian breeze drifted through the open window. Esmeray Luceran lay in her bed, her breaths shallow, each one feeling like a battle. The once-vibrant woman who had traveled the corners of Aevos, fought battles, and built a family now faced the quiet march toward the inevitable.

 

Soon.

 

As her thoughts began to blur, memories rose like tides, sweeping her into the chapters of her life. Her life replayed, as if she was reliving each one.

 

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She was a little girl again, standing between her mother and father. Her parents’ laughter filled the air, warm and familiar, as the three of them explored bustling markets and vibrant towns. The sun shone brightly as they journeyed from kingdom to kingdom, her father playfully lifting her onto his shoulders while her mother’s soothing voice promised new adventures just over the horizon.

 

But then, the skies darkened. The joyful scenes faded as bandits attacked their caravan. Esmeray saw her younger self scream as her father shielded her, his body collapsing to the ground. Her mother knelt beside him, clutching him as life slipped away. The once joyful traveler’s life was replaced by loneliness and fear as her mother grew sick, coughing through sleepless nights. And then, that final goodbye—her mother’s hand going limp as 16-year-old Esmeray cradled her in tears.

 

“I lost them too soon. They left me in a world I didn’t know how to face alone.”

 

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Now, she was standing in the cold streets of Haense, a city covered in snow but filled with the promise of belonging. She saw herself—a young woman of 18—standing beside Queen Amaya, her first friend in Haense, laughing together as the two shared plans for grand feasts and noble festivities.

 

 

And then, another figure appeared—a man with a broad grin and a sailor’s charm. Derek Saltman. Esmeray watched herself fall in love with him, her heart feeling full for the first time since her parents’ deaths. She saw them sit beneath the stars, planning a future filled with love and adventure. They were going to be married.

 

 

But then, Derek was gone. Lost at sea. Esmeray saw her younger self standing on the docks, waiting for his ship to return. Day after day, she stood there, hope fading with every passing moment. And when she finally gave up, when she knew he wasn’t coming back, the heartbreak was unbearable.

 

“I thought I would never survive that. Losing him felt like dying, and I didn’t think I could find joy again."

 

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The scene shifted, and Esmeray now watched herself walk through the streets of a distant town, her heart still heavy with sorrow. It was there she saw a young girl—Revekka—huddled in an alley, her small body bruised from her parents’ cruelty. Esmeray’s heart ached as she knelt beside the girl and whispered, "Come with me."

 

She saw the joy return to her own life through the simple moments of motherhood—braiding Revekka’s hair, teaching her how to fight, and sharing whispered dreams of the future. For a time, it was perfect. She felt whole again.

 

"I tried my best, Revekka," Esmeray whispered into the night. "I wanted to be the mother you deserved. I wanted us to be happy forever."

 

But forever was fleeting. As Revekka grew older, the disagreements began. They drifted apart—Esmeray holding too tightly, Revekka yearning for freedom. The closeness they once shared slipped through her fingers.

 

"I didn’t know how to hold on without holding you back. And I’m sorry for that." 

 

She wished daughter was there to hear the words.

 

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The next scene took her to the exotic streets of Rah’tuma, the cult-city where Esmeray had once believed she could start anew. She saw herself walking through the bustling market, her hands full of building plans and supplies, determined to help the city grow. She had married Jahtep there, raising a new family with sons she adopted—Trekker and Bones the goblin. For a time, Rah’tuma felt like a fresh beginning.

 

But the city turned against her. Whispers of betrayal and the Pharaoh’s paranoia led to her exile. Esmeray watched herself stumble from the city walls, the weight of betrayal pressing down on her.

 

"I gave so much to them," she whispered, her voice brittle. "And they cast me out as if I meant nothing."

 

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The memories blurred as Esmeray now saw herself arriving in Hyspia, her heart heavy with the loss of Rah’tuma. She tried to build a new life there, hoping for peace once more. But happiness was elusive. Jahtep abandoned her. Rakhnar, her dearest friend, was gone too. And Revekka—oh, Revekka—was more distant than ever.

 

"It felt like everything I loved slipped through my hands," she whispered, sadness tinging her voice. "Even when I tried to hold on."

 

She saw herself grow weaker with each passing day, her body betraying her as illness took hold. Her daughters—Esmeralda and Yesenia—stayed by her side, but even they couldn’t fill the void in her heart.

 

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And now, a final memory. 

 

The shore stretched endlessly before her, kissed by gentle waves that rolled in and out, as if the ocean were singing a quiet lullaby just for her. The moon hung heavy and full in the night sky, casting a silver glow that made the sand shimmer beneath her feet. Esmeray’s body felt lighter here, the weight of years lifting as if carried away on the tide.

 

She walked slowly along the water’s edge, her bare feet leaving soft prints in the damp sand. The scent of salt lingered in the air, comforting in its familiarity. She kept walking, and with every step, the burdens of her past began to loosen their grip.

 

Then, in the distance, she saw them. Figures standing along the shoreline, illuminated by the pale moonlight. At first, she thought it was just another memory—a fragment of the past she often revisited when loneliness crept in. But this felt different. This wasn’t a fleeting thought; it felt real.

 

Her heart fluttered as she recognized them. Her mother, with her familiar warm smile, her father standing tall and proud beside her. They looked just as they had when she was a child, hand in hand as they waited for her. She saw Queen Amaya, standing with quiet dignity, her eyes sparkling with the same pride Esmeray remembered from their years together.

 

More faces emerged from the shadows—friends she had known and lost, scattered throughout the chapters of her life. But at the center of them all stood Derek, waiting patiently, his hand outstretched toward her. His soft smile was exactly as she remembered, a look that had once promised a lifetime of love.

 

Esmeray’s heart ached. For a moment, she told herself, It’s just another dream... a memory. She closed her eyes, willing herself to wake up—to return to the bed where her frail body lay in Hyspia, where the ache of regret and longing still lingered. But the sound of the waves, the smell of saltwater, and the warmth of Derek’s gaze felt too real.

 

Her breath hitched, and the realization hit her like a soft breeze.

 

This wasn’t a memory.

 

This was it.

 

This was her passing.

 

Tears welled in her eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming peace that settled deep within her. All the grief, all the regrets, the pain she carried for so long—it melted away like mist under the moon’s glow. In this moment, everything made sense.

 

"So, this is how it ends," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling but steady. "Not with fear... but with peace."

 

For the first time in a long while, she smiled.

 

She looked again at the faces waiting for her. Her parents stood with open arms, Queen Amaya’s knowing gaze welcomed her home, and the many friends she had lost stood like stars guiding her path. But it was Derek’s hand that she reached for first.

 

Her fingers trembled as they met his, the warmth of his touch grounding her. He pulled her close, wrapping her in an embrace that felt like the home she had searched for her entire life.

 

"I’ve been waiting for you," Derek whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

 

Esmeray let out a shaky breath, her heart settling into a quiet calm. "I’m here now," she whispered, her voice light as a breeze.

 

For a brief moment, she hesitated. She thought of Revekka—her daughter, her bright but distant star. The guilt of their strained relationship lingered in her chest, but it no longer weighed her down.

 

"I’m sorry, my sweet girl," she whispered softly into the night. "I tried my best... I hope you know that." She smiled through her tears. "Live well, my daughter. Live without regret."

 

The tide rolled in, brushing against her ankles, and she gave one last glance to the horizon—the world she was leaving behind. The sorrow she had carried for so long slipped away with the waves.

 

She turned back to Derek and took his hand firmly this time. The moment their fingers intertwined, she knew—she was free.

 

"I’ll watch over you all," she whispered toward the living world, her words carried by the soft ocean breeze. "I’ll be with you always... in the quiet moments, in every moonlit night, in every breath of wind."

 

She turned and walked hand-in-hand with Derek toward the gathering of souls waiting to welcome her home. With each step, the weight of her life lifted until she felt as light as the breeze, her heart full of peace.

 

And then, there was nothing but love.

 

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When morning came, the pale light of dawn crept through the window where Esmeray lay. Her hand rested gently on her chest, her face serene. Her breathing had stilled, her soul long gone from her fragile body.

 

Esmeray Luceran had passed on.

 

But in that quiet room, under the fading glow of the moon, there was no sorrow—only the soft stillness of a life well-lived, and the peace of a soul finally at rest.

 

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Spoiler

Hey everyone! I’ve put off writing this PK post for a few weeks now. SORRY for the long, sappy PK post. This is actually my first PK on lotc and as silly as it sounds, I had connected with Esmeray and could not bring myself to officially PKing her. Esmeray Luceran - my first persona here on lotc. The persona that allowed me to explore the world of lotc and meet so many amazing characters and RPers. Forever will I be thankful for writing as her and watching her develop in the almost year that I have written her. 

 

I’d also like to thank everyone who had played a significant role in her story! @sarahbarah thanks for being the VERY first person I interacted with after joining the server. You are a big reason I stuck around and continue to play on lotc! Thanks to @zevenity for giving life to esmeray and being a push to develop her story more! 

 

There are a crap ton of other people that aided in creating Esmeray into who she became, so thank you all so very much!

 

Cheers to more to come from my other personas!

[sarahbarah 7105]

A queen of yore welcomed an old friend into the Seven Skies, content to reunite with her at last.

 

Spoiler

I'm so happy to have been your very first impression of the server, and I'm glad Amaya was able to play such a lovely role in Esmeray's story. <3

Long live ESMERAY!!!

 

[Cheese 8880]

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I don’t have any characters who knew Esmeray too well but I do have to say I always enjoyed her from the sidelines and also I LOVE YOU DRAMA !!!

 

[AnimeWolf0080 1509]

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." Derek spoke to her walking with her hand in hand into the sea. "now we have all the time in the world to do the plans we couldn't do" he said picking up her up to twirl her in the air as the waves crashed at their feet, holding her close.

 

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I'm sobbing, I still wish I could have even you the RP you deserved for her and their relationship. However it sounds like she had a wonderful life and I hope you keep finding joy in the characters you play!

 

[Aquarius 87]

It was just another day in Hyspia.. except the streets were missing one of their key protectors. Sat alone at the edge of his bed, the news hit rather hard to Arvel. For that was the way of things, following a great trial, there was joy, and then the very next day, tragedy struck once again. Unlike many tragedy before this one, he found himself unable to go out to lift up the others hurt from the death of Lady Esmeray.

A Ker quietly wept in his home, for one of the key lights of his early life, one which truly kept him on course when he needed it, was gone. And he wished to mourn her himself before he was ready to help others do the same.

Edited October 24, 2024 by Aquarius
Grammar fix.

[Weebmaster36 390]

An elf with hair red like flame sat extinguished in despair, her home gone, husband away, her friend like brother missing, and now someone she had once seen as a sister was dead. Crowley mourned the loss, glasses shattered besides her as she felt the first death that would come with her lifetime.

[xo31 3979]

A man shroud in voidal darkness recalled an individual. His recollection of them was only good memories.

 

"A good soul. She will not be bothered in the skies. ." he decided.

 

"She deserves some peace."