Alice, strong and healthy as ever stumbles out of town and wanders into the woods aimlessly. She seems almost drunken, but has never tasted a fernented fluid in her life. She would eat anything, and still never became ill... But now, something was bothering her and not even she could pinpoint a true cause.
"What's wrong with me? Malinne... I'm so sorry. I do care. Look at me now! Nobody cares about me. I'm all alone. I once had friends, and you were my finest friend. I can never be happy anymore. It's bad if I'm happy. It would kill the whole island if I could just be happy. They would rather beat me down and see me cry. I don't belong anywhere and I will never find love. My life is over before I had a chance to let it begin." she continues to ramble in an unexpected self pity. "Nobody could ever respect someone so insignificant as me. I'm just me, a useless child though I have strived so hard to become what I am. It's not enough. Nothing is ever enough. Father... Please forgive me for not carrying on the legacy. It's over. We have lost a war not worth fighting, and it's all my fault!" she walks slowly but purposefully toward the sea. Everything is a blur as tears swell up in her eyes. All she carries with her is a dagger. She left all her weapons, armor and food in the depot, something she would never do before now.
The sun is setting and she tries to ignore its beauty which used to always give her comfort in her loneliness. She approaches a cliff, eroded by the violent waves and listens to small rocks crumble off the edge as she nears it. She holds the dagger tightly with both hands and hesitates but doesn't allow a second thought to enter her mind before she thrusts the blade into her chest. She cries out in pain as if she'd never felt it before but the sound of the water drowns out her voice. She finally lets the tears fall to the ground and as the blood pours from the wound and over her hand she watches and continues to watch in disbelief. The good memories flash through her head. The prayers, her friends, the carefree days of a short-lived childhood, mooing and laughing and fighting... She never thought she could die, but the dull yellow glow overwhelmed her and she new it was over. As her vision faded out and her last breath escaped her lips, she closed her eyes and let gravity do the rest.
No more laughter...
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The moment Alice's body hit the wet rocks, he knows it. Gray eyes under the dark hood light up disturbingly.
"Alice! Something's wrong..."
He knows she is dead, but doesn't know where. He wants to find Malinne now.
"Poor child. She never had a chance to put her power and strength into something useful... Why waste such a massive energy? Malinne, we need to talk about this..."
"Alice! Something's wrong..."
He knows she is dead, but doesn't know where. He wants to find Malinne now.
"Poor child. She never had a chance to put her power and strength into something useful... Why waste such a massive energy? Malinne, we need to talk about this..."
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A man wanders about with no home to call his own. In the distance he sees the white hair of the young Alice. She looks over the cliff, not noticing the man. A smile comes upon the man's face.
"I wonder what trouble she's getting into now," the man thinks to himself.
He stands quietly for a few minutes, watching the girl, wondering what she is doing. He passes the time by silently whittling on a piece of wood. Slowly the wood starts to take shape, soon becoming a very primitive duck.
"This will be a good gift for the child," the man thinks to himself, and with that thought he moves.
The man walks towards her, unheard, at a leisurely pace. Soon, he realizes that something isn't quite right. He moves more quickly towards the girl.
As she begins to fall, the man is at the ledge, but he is too late to catch her. A single drop of blood hovers in the air for a split second only to land on the man's cheek. An incredible anger fills the man, his face turning as red as the blood.
"Damn you," the man hollers down the cliff, "I took you in as my own! Is this how you repay me?!"
The man hurls the wooden duck down into the void below. A single tear runs down his face, encapsulating the drop of blood on his cheek and washing it off his face. He walks away into the sunset with a look of disgust.
"I wonder what trouble she's getting into now," the man thinks to himself.
He stands quietly for a few minutes, watching the girl, wondering what she is doing. He passes the time by silently whittling on a piece of wood. Slowly the wood starts to take shape, soon becoming a very primitive duck.
"This will be a good gift for the child," the man thinks to himself, and with that thought he moves.
The man walks towards her, unheard, at a leisurely pace. Soon, he realizes that something isn't quite right. He moves more quickly towards the girl.
As she begins to fall, the man is at the ledge, but he is too late to catch her. A single drop of blood hovers in the air for a split second only to land on the man's cheek. An incredible anger fills the man, his face turning as red as the blood.
"Damn you," the man hollers down the cliff, "I took you in as my own! Is this how you repay me?!"
The man hurls the wooden duck down into the void below. A single tear runs down his face, encapsulating the drop of blood on his cheek and washing it off his face. He walks away into the sunset with a look of disgust.
Malinne lies on her stomach on a sandy beach. Nobody has seen her in months besides the incident with Alice. A storm is coming in and she can see the rain in the distance like a thick haze blocking the sunset. She knows what Alice has done to herself and only thinks she is stupid for it. Alice had too much to live for... she was still so young and innocent. She doesn't blame her though and only wish she could have the same chance she herself had.
"Alice truly is better than me. Would the Gods not grant her a second chance?" she asks herself aloud. The wind becomes stronger and Malinne stands and pulls on her cloak. Her hair blows around wildly as she continues to watch the water progress more violently as the storm nears the island. A thought comes to her mind and she has flashbacks of Alice's smiling face. How weak she looked and yet she was so strong. "It was almost inhuman..." Malinne looks at the ground and lets out a small sigh. Something calls to her and she looks up quickly at the waves in time to see a body floating on the water's surface being thrown about by the weather. She recognizes the white hair and almost decides to ignore the corpse, but instead runs into the water ignoring the burning it causes to the flesh of her legs. She grabs a hold of the girl's arm and sees that her left hand still clasps the weapon she used on herself. She was so pale in life that it could hardly be decided whether she was actually dead. Her wet hair was matted against her face and and her body felt limp in Malinne's arms. It wasn't difficult to drag her from the water and set her on the beach.
"Alice..." she heard herself say. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the pathetic creature. She couldn't help but to feel the same love she did for an old friend. Malinne used a weak healing spell to try to seal up the blade wound in her side, though she doubted it would do any good. When hardly anything happened, she broke the smaragd stone from her ring and placed it inside the gash so that perhaps it would speed up any healing if she did happen to be alive. She brought her ear to her chest and listened. There was nothing. Alice really was dead.
"But why? No, I know why..." Malinne gently stroked her friend's soft jaw and tried to remember what it was like to cry. She never cried much in the first place, but now that emotion was forgotten, she couldn't fathom doing it now. She tried again to use her weak magic to revive the child, but when no results came of this, she left her body there to rest and walked away to find shelter from the salty sea rain.
"Alice truly is better than me. Would the Gods not grant her a second chance?" she asks herself aloud. The wind becomes stronger and Malinne stands and pulls on her cloak. Her hair blows around wildly as she continues to watch the water progress more violently as the storm nears the island. A thought comes to her mind and she has flashbacks of Alice's smiling face. How weak she looked and yet she was so strong. "It was almost inhuman..." Malinne looks at the ground and lets out a small sigh. Something calls to her and she looks up quickly at the waves in time to see a body floating on the water's surface being thrown about by the weather. She recognizes the white hair and almost decides to ignore the corpse, but instead runs into the water ignoring the burning it causes to the flesh of her legs. She grabs a hold of the girl's arm and sees that her left hand still clasps the weapon she used on herself. She was so pale in life that it could hardly be decided whether she was actually dead. Her wet hair was matted against her face and and her body felt limp in Malinne's arms. It wasn't difficult to drag her from the water and set her on the beach.
"Alice..." she heard herself say. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the pathetic creature. She couldn't help but to feel the same love she did for an old friend. Malinne used a weak healing spell to try to seal up the blade wound in her side, though she doubted it would do any good. When hardly anything happened, she broke the smaragd stone from her ring and placed it inside the gash so that perhaps it would speed up any healing if she did happen to be alive. She brought her ear to her chest and listened. There was nothing. Alice really was dead.
"But why? No, I know why..." Malinne gently stroked her friend's soft jaw and tried to remember what it was like to cry. She never cried much in the first place, but now that emotion was forgotten, she couldn't fathom doing it now. She tried again to use her weak magic to revive the child, but when no results came of this, she left her body there to rest and walked away to find shelter from the salty sea rain.
Callith walks through the lands, thinking, he knows there is only two options surrender or die, while walking across the beach he trips over the body of a girl he once met, and liked. He sits beside her and sighs. "Maybe you picked the right way out child. I have no chance to survive if I fight, I don't even want to fight anymore, I've not for a long time, I wished to settle down and have a family, somthing I never had the joy of." a tear runs down his face and onto that of the corpse. He sits with it a while, watching the sea, the endless expanse, like his life, massive but empty.
He takes off his cloak and wraps the body in it, before picking it up into his arms and carrying it to the movement depot to get a shovel, and finding an area deep in the forrest. he places the body down and digs a deep hole, to the bottom layer of the tree roots, and places the body into it.
"An elven burrial is the best I can do for you child, to for your body to become one with nature once more, one day a tree shall grow here, an eternal memorial for you, but untill then." he takes out one of his fireswords, and a hammer and strong needle, he engraes her name into the hilt.
"Alice"
"I pray you rest for eternity child, because your griefs on this world will be nothing to the turmoil you will go through in eternal hell."
He walks away slowly, and weeps for a girl he barley knew, he weeps for his empty life, for himself.
He takes off his cloak and wraps the body in it, before picking it up into his arms and carrying it to the movement depot to get a shovel, and finding an area deep in the forrest. he places the body down and digs a deep hole, to the bottom layer of the tree roots, and places the body into it.
"An elven burrial is the best I can do for you child, to for your body to become one with nature once more, one day a tree shall grow here, an eternal memorial for you, but untill then." he takes out one of his fireswords, and a hammer and strong needle, he engraes her name into the hilt.
"Alice"
"I pray you rest for eternity child, because your griefs on this world will be nothing to the turmoil you will go through in eternal hell."
He walks away slowly, and weeps for a girl he barley knew, he weeps for his empty life, for himself.
Athian sits in a darkened area of the island unknown by all save few, a place where spirit choose to go just before they pass. His eyes shining the blue of one connnected to the spirits. As he watches the spirits of the lost spirial into the sky and up toward the realm of the Goddess. he peace is broken by the image of someone who has just past.
"How sad...we'd only just gotten a chance to meet, such a bright smile you had. Rest easy then..."
he says nothing more and returns to his ghostly vigel.
"How sad...we'd only just gotten a chance to meet, such a bright smile you had. Rest easy then..."
he says nothing more and returns to his ghostly vigel.
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