Memoriae Errat, Sapiunt Deleri

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaerys Illith'iari, first of his name looks upon his hand, a small ring cradled in it, not a ring of gold, or diamond. A ruby, large and brilliant. Almost as old as him. It had engraved on the ruby, in gold, Two dragons in a state akin to Oroborus. On the side, written in silver. "Ignus'Oculatus." He looks to it, smiling. A tear from his eye, he cradles it in his hand, he begins to twitch. His eyes begining to swell with tears, he shouts and screams, putting the ring to his finger, he growls, looking to the tent he is near, pulling it straight to the ground, "No!" He shouts with conviction.

He rips it down, getting out've it. Putting the poles which stand it into the ground, a burst of strength compelled with grief powering him. He screams and moans in agony, as if a sword had been plunged through him, he holds his head. A tingling pain echoing about him, a headache horrid. A migraine unfathomably horrible, he falls to the ground, cradling himself in a rather self-righteous act of self pity. He weeps a tear unknown to even himself, there was no hope. Not just for Aemond, but for his family.. He snivels on the floor, pulling up his hood, once more a twitch, his mind becomes cloudy . He begins to feel the pain once more, it echoes about him like a poison..

He begins to moan in pain once more, before he puts his hands on his head, "Make it stop, mommy, daddy, Berill! Just. Make. It. Stop!" He groans in woe. Before he holds his head, memories becoming dust, his mind is repressing it, albeit slowly, he begins to stop crying, laying in an agony he does not remember through the night, his head cradling lighty. His mind is trying to wipe whatever reccolection of this is occurring massive trauma and a battle of memory and fiction exists in his mind, he looks up from his incapacitied state, he sees before him hallucinations made flesh, at least to him. His father staring at him with anger, his brother staring to him with regret. And his grandson staring to him with pleading eyes.. And pain once more echoes through him, but the memories continued their repression, and he forgot. He forgot why the tears were upon him, and he continued forgetting, almost eight hundred years of trauma.. Resurfacing in one moment.. One painful moment.

"Help us!" They called to their leader, "I love you!" Said his wife that fateful day, "Goodbye.." Said his son.. "Y our a failure," Said his father.."Goodbye," Said Alice.. More and more, and some more to add began being repressed, family kept him aloof. And now, without anyone in the world.. He was totally, and completely alone.. The repression continued, and the centuries of torment fell, deep into his unconscious mind.. His eyes were blank, and he had nothing to say, his mind trying to recover from the severe, and near irrepressible panic attack, and mental trauma it had suffered..

[Little continuation of the RP done with Metasol, he found out Aemond was MOST LIKELY Dead. He realized he was alone in the world, that he was alone.. And that all he loved was dead.. His mind began to return to him almost eight human lifetimes of trauma, and his mind couldn't take it, ex: The repression, hope you enjoyed the post! Tired, sick, but worked hard on it! Oh, note. The tingling back pain, known as a stress headache.. Horrid. So you know that this, and that. Are a correlation]].

[Bircalin 332]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.