A Light Within Death

[Agith 224]

The rain fell hard upon the roof above, whilst Imeal Nihm laid there, unmoving. His face hidden by a mask of bark, though a grin plastered beneath. It was there that he had chose his final place to rest; in that shack within a swamp, dust on the furniture, cobwebs on the walls. He lay beneath the covers of a musky old blanket, his clothing the color of his own crimson life.

A shout heard from afar peaks the ears of the masked figure, he simply begins to laugh as he hears it "Aemond?! AEMOND?" the voice calls. It was filled with fear, with despair...But there was something odd within those screams of terror, was it...hope?

There was muffling behind the door, perhaps the owner of that hope was just beyond the confines of this shack? Or perhaps it was merely his head as the life was continually drained from him. The door cracked, a crash filing the room as it buckled, and then, there were two. A blue haired man, and a silver eyed woman. Both rather young in age but bearing such looks of stress far beyond their years.

"Imeall? Imeall Nihm?" The blue hair man cried out as he surveyed the surroundings. The masked figure simply reeled back in laughter, his mask half shattered away, with an injury taking out his eye beneath. It was now that the two could hear a small...Squishing noise from beneath the covers, though it was not the blue haired man who removed them, yet the silver eyed girl that some could recognize as the young Isabella Elendil. She choked as she gazed upon the severity of what she found below. Beneath those covers, wasn't a little patch of rainbows and an "I love you sign" No, that would be far to unreal in comparison to reality. Beneath the covers was a large hole, in Imeal's left abdomen, going clean through. It was here that one may have found the squishing of maggots deep within the wound.

Isabella had not needed to remove the mask of the man any further to recognize his face. Fore she knew him as Aemond Ilith'iari, the man she grew up with, and the man who she had hoped to live out the duration of her life with. Her eyes welled up as he simply stared at her, an unnatural grin of his face. Isabella reached up, tearing the mask. She found herself hissed at.

"...Hold him down....We...We can treat him!" the young Adunian said, her voice cracking as she surveyed the extent of Aemond's injuries.

"Imeal...This is for your own good friend" Said the blue haired man who perhaps, one could recognise as the man known as Meta El Solaray, or Meta for short. He moved to push down Aemond's fore arms as Isabella retrieved several affects from her bag, a syringe, and a small bottle of red fluid. Aemond sneered at Meta as he moved to do so, lifting his hand up, a dagger found within his clutch. He sent the blade to penetrate into Meta's torso, uncaring of where it went. Meta shifted to the left, the arm of Aemond now locked between his bicep and his ribcage, he craned his body to the right, forcing the weakened Aemond to drop the blade.

Isabella's arms dropped as she finished surveying his wounds, her face growing pale.

"There's...Not anything I can do to treat him...Nothing at...All." she squeaked.

It was then that Isabella moved closer to Aemond, looking into his amethyst eye as she spoke though, in a language not her own, yet of ancient Adunian.

"I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. That will never change. "

Aemond simply snickered in response

"He's not Aemond anymore, Isabella...His mind has spliced with that of his persona, Imeal Nihm." stated Meta through a cracking voice.

"What will I do without you now, Aemond? Who's gonna keep me strong and steady so I don't break? You will always be my everything. " Isabella continues, ignoring Meta before placing her hand against Aemond's cheek.

He would smile weakly, a familiar glint in his eye as he leans forwards, pressing his lips against hers. "You've...Always been my one and only, Isabella Elendil."

It was then that the two found themselves speaking in unison, their voices weak and wrought with sorrow. "I will always be your soulmate, I love you."

"Now go to sleep and wait for me....You will not wait long, my love." Isabella says, her voice a mere whimper as she breaks down, before pulling away from the bed and beginning to hyperventilate.

"...Meta?" Aemond says, turning to face the blue haired man. "...I believe....A warriars death....Is a possibility?"

Meta would simply nods, struggling to keep his voice togeher " I would be honored..."

The rest I will simply provide pictures for, since all of this was roleplayed out, including above.

The battle.

It's been a pleasure roleplaying with all the people who played a part in Aemond's life, thank-you for all the good roleplay provided for him.

[Gemmylou 484]

((FEELS.))

:'(

[Telanir 6975]

*sheds a tear*

[Amorphbutt 199]

((HNNNNNNNNG.

In other words, le sad.))

[Lego XBOX 915]

((Well written, sad story, seems I miss alot though... being around the dark elves more. Sad way to go though...

Quoting gemmy, FEELS!))

[Salamandra 1136]

[[This was written wonderfully :3]]

[Shadeleaf 1022]

((An epic end to an epic life. Rest in pieces master Almond))

[MetaSolaray 242]

Got to admit this hit Meta pretty hard :o Especially causing him to show emotion during a test...flawless execution that leaves him with the final memory of his apprentice by copying his own stance to finish him off :c...

I'll see if I can add the burial Screenshots (With OOC with Kais :P))

[Goldd 126]

((nicely written and don't worry the new Aemond is Verisa and Salamandra's child XD. Gonna be just as smart and powerful in my opinion. THE FEELS~, and I remember Aemond and Elizabeth's fight over her sister.))

[Bircalin 332]

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