Vale Vi

[Eleatic 1033]

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It was a day like no other, rather cliche, in my recollection, I had returned to the druid groove after a year of being kidnapped, I was happy to be home in some sense, I had spoken to Darian, my only true friend remaining in the world of mortality. And in earnest, I was happy to see him. A welcome sight, as my last of sentient beings were those radically addicted to cactus green, I thought for a moment, and I thought, and I thought as I fell about this relationship, and I realised he was the last person I had left, and I knew in a decade, a century, a millennia. I would see him again, in the halls of Aeriel, or in the afterlife of the aspects. But, the most prominent thing I remembered about this day, so many, and so little aspects, but only on theme cornered in my mind.

This was the day I died. 

 

A moment soon after I had spoken to Darian, a man, an old 'treehugger' had spoken too me, staring at me, saying in a voice I will never forget, well, will, in twenty seconds. When my brain smashes against the wood.. Anyway, what was my name, he had asked in a tone the most fearful of anything I had ever heard, in the same way I reply to most questions. "Wait.. Verin.. Wait.. TURAK.. Wait.. Sixstrings.. WAIT.." He stared at me with a confused frown, "Just call me six.." He nodded, but started at me and said in a way I knew of all else, was true.. 'Your Heart is not pure', it struck me like lightning, before the air near me started to contract, and the leaves started to rustle, and in a way I might embellish still [Hey, even if I'm dying, I'm still a bard~], he spoke,

"YOU ARE NOT PURE! YOU ARE NOT FOR THE ORDER! Leave!" 

 

I gulped tightly in my chest, and there was a long moment of clear confusion, as if I had not an idea of what was occurring  this was a dream, aye? I remember rubbing my eyes,a s the nature surrounding me began to roar, was this happening? Was my life turning to ashes, or was Eiheiu just giving me more of Milo's cake? But, in unfortune for this. Neither were true, I was trully expelled for having an impure heart, however true that was, and however he found out. I will never know, well, when I'm dead, maybe,  but, I suppose so.. I had begged, I had pleaded, I had gone on my hands and knees and cried. Not enough, until he stopped me and gave me hope that my life may not have been in total shambles, "There is one way.."

"Jump off the tree, and may the aspects save you."

 

As I did in a surreal motion, I followed up the stairs in a haze even I could barely remember, I had looked down, as the last memory I suppose before the gust. I was afraid, I was nervous, I wanted nothing more than to return happily to my room, sleep, and awake to take care off Autumn.. But I even knew that would never happen. I looked down, a gust lightly gentled the breeze. I looked down, the canopy near a hundred feet below, I cried, I shrieked, and I made, all attempt to fly, obviously, I was not a bird. Until this current moment, I had not repeated it in my head, I suppose this is how I end, not with a whimper, but with a splat. The Monks of Arfur shall survive, they shall.. He[princetonlax] will not let it die.. I say one last word as I prepare to fall, "May the aspects take me into their halls. And give me love, and reparation from the mortal world.. And may those who doubted my efforts to be someone of value be forgiven.."

 

He stares up, he is in cast, full and body, in the temple, his eyes widening, where was he? A monk over his side, as they began to speak, "You are in bad shape.. Shhh.. Go to sleep.." And he did, he felt like a dead man walking, only barely alive, and his eye smattered with darkness, blind. He moaned a bit, before departing into unconsciousness, revenge would be had, no matter the damndable cost.

 

[<3Six, <3 4 u..]

[Doom321 305]

*Charred stumbles past the body "Hello?"

[Eleatic 1033]

Sixstrings lies on the floor as Charred stumbles over him, his lips are curled to a bloody, grotesque smile, and his eyes are pierced with branches, in the temple, as he lies upon a pillow, groaning a small bit.

[Doom321 305]

Charred: *Smacks his lips, begins to feast on the body*

[lιoɴ 248]

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