One's Past

[Stag 3234]

http://youtu.be/TK6Gf-qFa-o

 

 

* The soft aroma of flowers wafts through the stale air. A quiet breeze maneuvers through trees, zigzagging until hitting an object and bouncing off in a different direction.

The sun has risen to midday, small beams of light sifting through leaves until reaching the ground.

 

 

A small cottage is illuminated in an opening of the forest, a quarrel of flowers grow in the adjacent land. The wind strikes the petaled tips sending pollen and petals into the air until they shift to the forest floor.

Small foot steps are heard coming from the unlit cottage and soon the wooden door slowly creaks open, a small, smooth, pale hand slips around the door prying it open.

A small body makes its way out of the door, his arms wobbling from side to side. His hair is wavy and bright blond and his skin is golden pale. As he makes his way outside his long pointed ears become visible.

The small figure stumbles across the grass, looking around with a worried expression. Beams of light flicker off of his crystal blue eyes as he looks up. Slowly he stampers around the house and out of site.

Across the clearing a much taller figure slowly steps forward out behind a tree. He begins walking slowly towards the direction of the other body, his open coat billowing as he takes each step. His skin is a shade even paler than the small child's, but his hair has the same texture as the smaller boy except for it is a silky white. Soon the tall figure crosses behind the cottage in search of the boy.

Turning the corner he finds the boy weeping in front of two cracked stones engraved with two names. It reads:

"Elessar Elervathar
Mate to Natulciena,
Father to Iatrilemar."

"Natulciena Elervathar
Mate to Elessar,
Mother to Iatrilemar."

The taller figure suddenly collapses, his white hair sliding over his face. Droplets soon find their way to the ground, being expelled from his face.
Without even noticing the smaller figure had come over, his face stained with tears.

The taller figure lifts his head up revealing the same  crystal blue eyes. Without another word the two embrace into tears. The dead silence of the forest filled with echoes of there sobs.


The image shifts. The forest dissipates and the cottage sinks into the ground. The sun turns dark and blue. The smell of pollen seems to linger as the sight of the Mali'Aheral district comes into focus. Flowers  resembling the ones near the cottage cover most of the free grass in the city.

Iatrilemar suddenly jolts awake, covered in sweat and panting. He begins looking around his stone room, his eyes helplessly watering. Soon he finds himself curled up on his bed, trying to muffle the sounds of his sobbing.
He lets out two words as he cries ...

"Momma... Papa..."