To The Stars.

[Wretched 2075]

 

The soft evening breeze drifted silently through the night, across the vast stretches of land below to crash silently against a lone oak tree, resulting in the calming sound of rustling leaves amongst the mere whispers of the wind. A single small leaf was plucked perfectly from the branch of which it had previously sat to drift aimlessly over the deserted fields of wavy grass below, being helplessly carried over the island to wherever the wind would deem it fit to land.

 

This particular leaf, soared high above the rooftops of a series of houses below as the wind had taken a sudden change to drift in a supposedly random direction. It spun madly round and round, the wind beating against it with a such an insignificant force for such an insignificant object, yet it was enough to see the leaf pass the town below, over to a lake which glistened peacefully against the sharp impact of the moonlight, creating a somewhat enchanting image of the beautiful crystal waters reflecting brightly like mirrors to the eye.

 

And the journy didn't halt here, for the wind's course had changed once more, sending this leaf to a small, woodland forest with nothing but the inaudible sound of nature's creatues stalking through the undergrowth. The leaf batted against tree after tree, spinning around faster and faster untill it had reached a point where the wind no longer had a firm enough grip on it to control it as it had so willingly done before. The leaf fell, the security of the dense forest shielding it from further assult of the breeze.

 

And with a graceful flutter, it came to rest on a most unusal surface, the lap of an elderly Tigrasi Kharajyr. This Kharajyr sat silently against a tree, his empty gaze floating off into the horizon. As the leaf landed, he peered down to it in curious wonder, attempting to raise his arm to lift it, but failing due to how weak he had now become. For this Kharajyr, had but only moments ago impaled himself with his own, oversized sword, pinning his back to the tree. Instead, the Kha' sniffled slightly, dropping a single tear to splash onto the leaf only for it to fly abruptly back into the air to be carried swiftly away by the returning wind.

 

His name was Tiazar. It was once Tla'Tiazar, in the memorable days where he had ruled over his people for a happy number of years, but no more. He was just Tiazar now. He thought back to everything, he thought about his dear old friend and emperor Tla'Xerdun, he thought of what he believed to be his old rival, Zakar, yet only too late did he realise they were more alike than either could ever understand. And he thought about his beloved lifemate, Miian. He would miss her the most, but he truly knew at heart, they would never be seperated. One day they would see each other again, one day they will be together, away from the hardships of life, but that day was not soon and thus, he would have to wait.

 

He leaned his head back against the tree, his nose wrinkling as yet more tears began to drip down his face. It was close now, he could swear that he could feel the cold, yet tender motherly hands of his Goddess clutching at his very soul, as if beckoning him on to the next life. Like his emperor before him, Tiazar knew where he would go now, and with that thought in his head, he produced a weak smile for nobody to see, and this smile would be the expression he left his body with as his soul finally left this world, left his old life, left the people he loved, and ascended to the stars.

 

[Zarsies 6795]

[[ ...Sniffle. ]]

[nobody 146]

((Brilliant post, sad to see Tiazar go))

[Stag 3232]

((...kitty... Kitty? No! NO!!! This can't be happening! :( Tiazar... :( my kitty...))

[Princeton 396]

(( It's terrible to see him go. I remember when I first saw him as my kitten, Dezar :P ))

[big narstie 1701]

(( +1'd because he's dead ))

[Geo 1415]

Tla'Morthawl sat high upon the mountains of Elysium, basking in pure solitude.  Something had disturbed his usual inner workings, he felt a stir deep inside him.  His gaze rested upon the moon, high overhead and he sat in silent, blissful prayer.  He had thought Tiazar dead for a little while now, for recently before his departure he had not seemed himself.  Though something this night had struck Morthawl hard, almost as if a little part of his pride had escaped him.  He knew, or at least he thought he knew, that it had finally come.  His revered Aelkos Tiazar, the once exalted Tlatlanni of his own empire, now to rest.  

 

He rested his paws upon his head in slight dismay, confusion but he knew that Tiazar had served his purpose in Metztli's eyes, and would now ascend even closer to her, to continue his proud work.   Morthawl finally had risen from his prayer, bellowing out a chant to Metztli, the moon high above.  That he would not fail her in restoring her empire, that he would now let her, or Tiazar down.  He lowered himself slowly into the snowy peak of the mountain, as he closed his eyes, and prayed for the strength of both Xerdun and Tiazar combined.  It was then he promised himself, Metztli, and the heavens that when he reached the new home of the Kharajyr, he would build two colossal statues to the two Tlatlanni's before him.  So that all may bask in reverence to Tla'Tiazar and Tla'Xerdun.

[lemontide331 1615]

((Sad to see him go, we had so much fun together..))

[Salamandra 1136]

[[Fine, leave. :-( I d-didn't want you around anyway!

 

*goes to cry*]]

[Geo 1415]

Morthawl's mind had been completely distraught as of late.  Not only were the attacks from the other nations beginning to amount into something detrimental but his own people were beginning to tear each other apart from the inside.  His own Aelkos, attacking each other.  This was not how it should be.  Order among Metztli's people was beginning to become a little loose, and he wanted to stop this before it happened.  He climbed aboard Xerdun's Flight and left the small jungle island in Kalos, the captain had the ship docked back in Elysium.  It was now, that Morthawl began his search for strength.

 

For the next few hours Morthawl had spent his time roaming the empty, ruined plains of Elysium, passing structure after horrible structure.  He crossed the plains, the valleys, the lakes, the deserts, the hills, the snowy peaks, the riverbanks.  However Morthawl, after all this time, finally stopped upon nearing a little birch tree.  He stopped for a moment, as if he had lost all ability to move, or think.  His eyes looked over a familiar face, yet one that was not there.  The body of a large Kha'Tigrasi lay before him, none other than Tiazar himself.  For a moment, Morthawl's heart sank, and he knew not what to do.  Instead of anything drastic, he dropped upon one knee, and silently prayed to Metztli.  Though knowing that Tiazar was now closer to Metztli than even him, he hoped that somehow, just somehow, Tiazar was also praying for Morthawl.  

 

Morthawl opened his eyes and looked coldly over the lifeless body, still clad in his armour as he always was.  However something stood out above all else.  A sword.  A sword was thrust through his chest, but not just any sword.  Tiazar's sword.  His colossal, oversized sword was plunged through him, which then sprung the question.  Was he killed, or did he kill himself?  These thoughts circulated for a while before Morthawl's mind got back on track.  He placed his paws on the hilt of the sword and with a mighty roar, heaved the sword from Tiazar's body.  He raised the sword into the air that night, crying out into Metztli's embrace with a tribal chant, in the Karakatuan tongue.

 

"SUDRAN, KNAYD SUDRAN.  E BNACAHD DU OUI HUF DRA UHLA KNAYD TLATLANNI TIAZAR.  RA RYC CANJAT YC DRA BNUDALDUN UV OUIN LREMTNAH YHT Y CYJEUIN UV DRA KHARAJYR.  E CAHT RES HUF, DU OUI, RUMO SUDRAN.  DRYD RA SYO PYCG EH DRA MEKRD UV DRA SUUH.

 

BNYECA PA DU METZTLI.  BNYECA PA DU TIAZAR.  BNYECA PA DU DRA SEKRDO KHARAJYR!"

 

((Translation is as follows:

 

MOTHER, GREAT MOTHER.  I PRESENT TO YOU NOW THE ONCE GREAT TLATLANNI TIAZAR.  HE HAS SERVED AS THE PROTECTOR OF YOUR CHILDREN AND A SAVIOUR OF THE KHARAJYR.  I SEND HIM NOW, TO YOU, HOLY MOTHER.  THAT HE MAY BASK IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.

 

PRAISE BE TO METZTLI.  PRAISE BE TO TIAZAR.  PRAISE BE TO THE MIGHTY KHARAJYR!))

 

And with that he heaved the sword over his shoulder, kneeling down as he also heaved Tiazar's great orange body over his other.  He continued to roar into the night as he raised them both up, before falling quiet, for a moment of silence.  

 

When he next opened his jaws to speak, his tone was much different. "Yuu'urrah swurd wee'ul surv yuur kyy'nda well.  Tiazar.  Sa'vi..."   He turned back in the direction of the docks and made his way there.  Now he believe that Tiazar's soul really was in the stars with the goddess Metztli.  Nonetheless he had lay Tiazar's body down in a bed upon one of the cabins in the ship.  He was too proud to let the stench of death put him off carrying a hero to their next home.  For he would have a burial.  A real burial.  An emperors burial.  His sword?  His sword would do his people justice, and it would cleave more green flesh than Morthawl could count.  

 

As Morthawl sat upon the shore of their island in Kalos, he looked up to Metztli high in the sky.  The stars were exceptionally bright tonight, for Tiazar had been reunited with his old friends.  Zakar, Xerdun, and even his Metz'al Miian.  But more importantly, he was with Metztli.