A Midnight Departure of Llora Soltée
Published the 3rd of The First Seed. Year 158 SA.
Once you walk inside the library you notice droplets of blood on the floor, it leads to the basement level of the library. As you walk down further you stumble upon a dead elfess lying on a puddle of red on the carpet near the fireplace, a bad stab wound on her heart and her face scarred bleeding as the last tears fell down her cheeks. In front of the dead elfess beside the knife and pool of red was a letter half-written. You reach out grabbing the piece of paper, partly written in ink. you slowly read what was in the letter.
"To whoever finds my scarred corpse and reads this letter, I couldn't keep up any longer I chose to depart from this world knowing I failed to show love and a smile to my confidantes, knowing I failed as a teacher and kept being the fool that I was meant to change. I have done everyone a favor, now I send my few last written words...To my children who I failed to raise with or without my partner, may you find love and create a better family - even if I won't be here, I'll always be in your hearts my little feathers. To my close and distant relatives, I'll miss you all dearly and my friends...I am sorry."
The rest was torn apart, it ended there but as you looked down at the corpse you noticed on her right palm she had a letter sealed with a green ribbon - you reached out and opened it.
And you began reading it slowly...
“To whom I once called my love and joy, I loved you so much despite the changes, my heart kept waiting for you to return, but the longer you were away again I realized that we might not ever re-marry, we may not ever raise another infant together, we may not ever share a laugh or smile to each other like before. You were my spark of hope, my loving cloud puff.. I'm so sorry, may there be a better chance for us to live happily in another life. From your departed wife, Llora Soltée.”.
You'd lower your gaze and noticed a white owl feather partly tucked in her hair fell once to the bloody floor and was no longer white. The last few tears ran finally down the corpse and there was no more but a dead elfess, a mother, a wife, a failing Mentor, and a friend...She was gone.
The whole room was covered in small blood stains, easily removable. The room was left with silence, the fire by the fireplace sparked with noises but not loud enough to wake you up from what you believed would be a dream but it was not, this was real and now she was no longer with us.
A Silent Farewell to Llora Soltée. Her Funeral shall be held upon the 4th of The First Seed, Year 158 SA.