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Caitlin and Alysha were on the top of the roof and they listened to the sound of battle beneath them. The druidess tightened the grip around the old, knobbly willow staff and it appeared strange, then since Alysha was shaking in fear, Caitlin herself remained calm and unfrightened. Her gaze lingered on the stairs and as Liles, Marie and some others came upwards, she straigtened from the pinnacle and thought it time to open a teleporter, so that they can flee.
Alysha, go.“ Caitlin said, but instead of entering the teleporter herself, she made her way in the other direction. „I will go and evacuate the other people; don't worry. I have another teleporter in my bag.“
The lady headed to the stairs but hesitates. She casted a long look over the pinnacles and found a certain crow sitting on a high branch of a fir tree. Ysgar crowed into her direction.
I know, Ysgar“ Caitlin replied to the crow and for the fraction of a second a smile played across her firm look. „I know.“
With those words she headed down the stairs with confidence in every single of her steps. She was not afraid, not the slightest and courage as well as surety sparkled in the ravenblack eyes of the lady.
There is a teleporter upstairs“, Caitlin said to everyone she encountered. „Hurry! It won't last long.“

It was a ghost roaming the castle, Dravish, Ariges and a lizard who seemed also on their side. Caitlin faced every of them and did not retreat til everyone was out of the castle, but she heard that Conner and an elfess were stuck in the library so she let herself get captured.
She would be the last leaving this building, if not, she wouldn't leave it at all.
It was Ariges who dragged her down into the library, the lizard followed. Even from the corner of her eyes she could see that Conner was badly wounded but they didn't allow her to treat his wounds.
Do you think I fear you? “, Caitlin stated and strength was unmistakable in her voice.
No“, Ariges replied coldly. „But you don't want this man to die, do you?

The first time since half an eternity Caitlin felt really angry. She didn't hate. She wasn't even able to hate. But she was angry.
How did they dare to treat life this way?
What lie deceived their hearts?
And Caitlin remembered immediately the talk with Jacob, as he spoke about war and power.
  • I do not care for the war of gods, Jacob. I do not care who holds power and who not; or who takes revenge on whom. I care for those who get wounded due to this! I'm the one who stitches their injuries; I'm the one who has their blood on her hands and I'm the one who carries them to their grave when I fail, because their wounds of battle reaches too deep. I'm not on 'their' side. I'm not on 'your' side. I'm on the side of the living and that means that I try to save BOTH!"


The druid stood next to Conner and placed her hand on his shoulder. They would not recognize it. She whispered silently to the injured man. „Maybe I can't treat your wounds, but I can give you the strength to make it to the teleporter. “, Caitlin tilted her head and looked to Tae, the elfess, next to her and then back to Conner „When I say 'now', we run upstairs,.. there I will open the teleporter. Close you eyes now, Conner.“
The man did as she said and also Caitlin closed her eyes and whispered silently in a calm and reassuring voice. She could feel how the man was relaxing under her touch and voice as she also could the warmth spreading in him. The druid smiled for a moment to herself and she took her hand of the shoulder. But just in the moment as she wanted to turn to yell „now“, something unexpected happened. Ariges grabbed her from the side and dragged her along towards the door, apparently to the sleeping room. In this moment the courage and composure left her finally and she panicked.

She struggled violently against Ariges grip as they reached the door of the library; pulling the teleporter from her bag. „Conner, catch!!! ", she yelled in despair and threw the book to the man. Getting pushed out of the library she could still see from the corner of her eyes how Conner did not hesitate and opened the teleporter. The elfess fled but the man himself got grabbed.
Ariges dragged her along into the sleeping room and closed the door.
Dravish! “, She yelled against the wall, knowing the lich could hear her. „Let Conner go. He is wounded and just one man. Let him go! You owe me something!
From the room library could be heared that someone left through the portal and Caitlin sighed in relief. He was save.
...
But now?
She had no teleporter anymore... what would happen now?
The lady leaned against the cold wall and slided down into a sitting position. Fear overcame finally her heart. That was typically for her. There was no hesitation or fear when it was about the protection of others. She was strong and confident.
But as soon as she was alone ... as soon as it was about her... there was no strength left.
At least the others are saved“, Caitlin mumbled and closed her eyes, trying to calm her heart; but the peace did not last long. The door opened and Ariges came in; pulling the boy Taylor along.
And there was it again... the spark in her heart that ever and ever again lightened her courage.
From this point on everything felt like it would happen in slow motion and like it was not Caitlin herself leading and deciding her movements and words.
It was Kamik who tried to bring his axe through the door of the sleeping room, while Ariges tortured the boy and Murack tried to held Caitlin back.
As the ghost appeared in the room it was like Caitlin would know already what would happen. She felt to her knees, ramming her druidstaff against the woodenfloor and prayed to Ushara as loud as she could in this troubled situation.
Ushara, godess of earth! “, her voice echoed; her thoughts were racing.

Ushara, I'm your servant. Stop this madness. Don't let this last refuge for the people fall. Don't let this darkness over come us. For life and for balance, I ask you once more for your help...

The druidstaff that Caitlin once got from the Forest trolls started to shine in a pale green. The ghost seemed to panick and tried to grab her staff.

... to ban those from this place who seek death and hate.

Caitlin felt how a warm, nearly hot feeling spreaded inside her and she raised from her knees and also raised her voice; strong and confident. The ghost shouted for giving him a sword.

„Ban those who do not carry a soul within!!!“
Caitlins yell echoed and the light spreaded. In a scream of anguish the ghost striked with the sabre and the cold metal pierced through Caitlins flesh. But it was too late. The ghost ended up in a green flame and also Ariges had to retreat in Usharas glory.

The druid sank to her knees, clasping the wound at her chest and coughing up blood. Her eyes filled with tears as she felt how the bond to forests, which kept her alive, was slowly fading...
She did not recognize properly anymore what was happening around her, as everything became dull. Taylor was next to her... and Farel.
Through the shock she did not feel any pain... yet her heart ached.
Was it really over?

Outside it began raining and one may thought the animals in the forests could be heard rather loudly.
The wind grew stronger...

Your task is done, Lady of the Forest...

The last tears ran down Caitlins snowwhite cheeks as her eyes became dull and one more time her chest raised and lowered for a last breath...
.. and a last thought.

Pendar.
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Sitting atop the highest rampart the moon at his back it would have been easy to mistake the figure for a gargoyle some silent sentinel of the quietest and to the mans wracked senses coldest night in recent memory.
His breath danced before his eyes and dissipated on the breeze it was not a huge leap of imagination to think that his soul slowly left his mouth to join and drown in the evening air. He felt so deeply empty his eyes felt like hot coals in his skull having wept them dry they kept fair company with the pounding in his head. In his chest something churned and boiled a pain so dire it seemed to rip at him like a caged animal wounded and writhing, his ultimate defeat his deepest lost replaying it self over and over.
Caitlin….
Reaching to his side he drew his lute like some huge and clumsy sword and bringing it over his head let it turn in the air a moment before landing perfectly in his arms as he let the first note weep over the dark sky.

One for the stars my love, my forever...

He played head bowed and eyes streaming tears in his mind he saw tree’s that went on for ever and there slow internal dance of sap and seasons. He saw the glade in the forest he had once taken Caitlin in a dream to bring her back to herself after the forests destruction and he put it to music. He played a field of grain and two young lovers who danced with out music till the sun rose, he played the evening he had fallen in love.
He drew such beauty from his own strings that he laughed through tears drawn to euphoria through his own art as he let his voice now cracked and lost to injury pick up a broken chant.
A song with out words a ballad of pure emotion as he felt the undead that seemed en route to ending all of them surround him. He wept in song as he saw Caitlin’s last tear fall. Balancing it to the music he felt in his heart when he held his son…
He played it all sorrow and joy a life wrapped in music a life tied to the woods and the wild dance of the seasons. As he let the music die he knew clearly it was the finest he had ever played a composition worthy of a master bard, his first life goal fulfilled alone on the dark.
The druids lament, my finest composition….

He looked down at his lute so finely crafted his prize possession well at least his oldest and what magic it had painted tonight. He threw it from the battlement and watched it disappear into the dark a moment later a soft crack and the twang of strings as it splintered on the ground below.
Like all his dreams all his joys and every fragile dream, no wagon, no peaceful country side, no pony named Fooser and no young bard and a lady with bells in her voice.
No happy ever after my love, no more smile's and no more fragile dreams….

He smiled up at the brightest star he could see in the sky an honest smile nearly his old youthful humor and the mirth he use to find in the world, the smile he had stolen her heart with.

Lest it never shine again know it only came to be for you it was your smile and I give it back, my lady.

You said you would wait for me, I shall not be long and when you see this broken man hauling himself along the beach that borders the endless ocean, smile for there may yet be space in your boat for all my boulders.
So much died this day, not least of all my joy…


He stood slowly and made his way back to the altar back to the body of his beloved, to wait for a dawn that seemed to take eternity. Alone in the dark lost his thoughts and tears...
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Langsam schritt Errian diesen Abend durch den Wald.
Es war still um ihn herum, die Tiere trauerten um die verstorbene Druidin. Er selbst fühlte sich schlecht, da er ihr Angebot angenommen hatte und durch das Portal geflohen war. War es feige gewesen?
Er musste an das Lied über die Elfenfürstin denken, welches er Caitlin und Karn eines schönen Abends am Feuer vorgesungen hatte.

"Das war ein schöner Abend gewesen, so ruhig und friedlich. Was ist nur aus diesen Zeiten geworden?" dachte er sich.

In seiner Heimat wäre ein Trauerlied um sie gesungen worden. Er kannte sie noch nicht lange und wusste auch nur wenig über ihre Vergangenheit, doch hielt er dennoch es für angebracht.
Leise schritt er weiter durch den Wald und stimmte ein Lied für die Verstorbene an.

Es kam hier einst ein Mädchen an
Von Beruf da war sie Dieb
Doch gestört haben sich die Leute nicht daran
Denn sofort hatte sie jeder lieb.

Ihr Herz war rein und ihre Seele gut
Das fiel alsbald wohl jedem auf
Da sie den Leuten helfen tut
Stieg sie im Ansehen weiter rauf.

Druidin wählte sie zu werden
Ein Medikus war sie bald darauf
Trotz dickem Kopf konnte sie nie den Tag verderben
Immer in Bewegung in ihrem Lebenslauf.

Und jeder der von Welten Geburt
Ork und Elf
Echs und Mensch
Unter ihrem Tun zu Freunden wurd.

Ja selbst dem Tode hat sie einst getrotzt
Durch Verrat nahm man ihr das Leben
In die Welt der Lebenden ward sie wieder gelockt
Und führte fort in ihrem Streben.

Doch so viele Wunden sie auch heilte
Einige Wunden heilen nicht
Allen den sie half, die verblieben
Doch auch sie eines Tages zusammenbricht.

Wie eine junge Blume wuchs sie
Eine Schönheit, erwärmte unsere Herzen
Klagen und Verzweifelung zeigte sie nie
Doch im Innern, da waren Schmerzen

Wie ein Pilz der wächst war sie
Selbst durch die dicksten steinern Straßen
Ein junger Pilz das Köpfchen stößt
Doch wird zuletzt auch er verletzlich.

An einem Tage, als die Dunkelheit am schlimmsten war
Blieb sie nur um zu helfen
Dem Feind sie in die schwarzen Augen sah
Licht und Wärme doch verstarb.

Der Regen brachte schlimme Kunde
Die Tiere schrien laut nach ihr
Mit Ushara stand sie dort im Bunde
Selbst der letzte Feind die Existenz verlor.

Nun stimmen alle Rassen
dem Geheul der Tiere ein
Der Regen wird bald weiterziehn
Doch die eine, die verbleibt.

Unsere Schutzpatronin ist gefallen.


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((Sorry for the bad translation of the poem, it is no rhyme anymore on English I fear.))

Slowly Errian stepped through the woods this evening.
Around him it was quiet, the animals seemed to mourn about the dead druid. He felt bad, because he had accepted her offer and took the teleporter out of the castle. Had it been cowardly?
He had to think about the song about the elven queen which he had sung for Caitlin and Karn at the fire one evening.

"That has been a nice evening, so quiet and calm. What did happen to those times?" he tought.

In his home a dirge song would have been sung for the dead one. He didn't know her long and knew less about her past, but he though it would be apposite.
Silently he continued stepping through the woods and sang a song for the dead one.

Once a girl arrived
Her occupation was to thieve
But people weren't bothered
Though everyone loved her at once.

Her heart was pure and her soul was good
Shortly everyone shall know
Because she helps the people
Her prestige quickly grows.

Druid she choose to become
A medicus soon hereon
Despite a bull head she could never ruin the day
Always on the move in her life.

And everyone born on earth
Orc and Elf
Lizard and Man
Among her doing be friend.

Yes even death she mocked once
By betrayal her life was taken
In the world of living she was lured again
And continued her striving.

But so many wounds she healed
Some wounds never heal
The ones she helped stayed
But one day she shall fall.

Like a young flower she growed
a beauty, warming our hearts
Dirges and distress she never showed
But within there was pain.

Like a mushroom she was
Even through the thickest stony streets
A young mushroom sticks his head
But after all it becomes violative

At one day, as the darkness was strongest
She stayed to help
Looked the enemies into their black eyes
Still light and warmth died.

The rain brought horrible lore
The animals screamed loudly for her
With Ushara she was in league
Even the last enemie lost his existence.

Now all the races join
in the screaming of the animals
The rain will soon push along
But the one, she will stay.

Our patron saint has fallen.
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Post by Sima L. Séregon »

Sima lehnt gegen einen Baum im Walde vor dem Haus der Druiden. Ihr Herz schmerzt, ihre Augen sind dunkel und glasig, ihre Gesicht blass und nass von den Tränen der Trauer. Sie kauert auf dem Boden mit einer Feder in ihrer Hand. Ein Pergament vor ihr, nass von ihren Tränen die darauf platschten schreibt sie einen letzten Brief an ihre Mistress.

Liebste Caitlin,

ich reiße mich zusammen, denn das lehrtest du mir. Stark werden, stark sein, stark bleiben. Liebe vergeben und Liebe erhalten! Ich lernte so viel von dir!

Ich vermisse dich! Ich brauche dich! Du fehlst mir so se....



Sima setzt ab um ihre Tränen wegzuwischen. Tief holt sie Luft und beißt sich auf ihre zitternde Lippe. Langsam setzt sie die Feder wieder an.

hr. Warum du? Warum ausgerechnet du? Immer hast du dich dem Kampf gestellt, jeder Gefahr getrotzt und dieses eine Mal sollte es dein letzter Kampf werden. Es tut meiner Seele weh, es schmerzt mir mein Herz. Ich werde nie voller Hass erfüllt sein, werde nie Hass verspühren, dass versprach ich dir einst, doch es tut so verdammt weh.

Du fehlst mir so sehr...


Tränen tropfen auf das Papier und ein Schniefen und Jammern erfüllt den Wald.

Ich werde auf deine Lieben acht geben, werde dein Bestreben weiter führen. Durch dich verliert der Zirkel einen wichtigen Balken, den wichtigsten, doch werde ich es nicht zulassen, dass deine Taten untergehen. Nie werden deine Taten in Vergessenheit geraten!

Caitlin, du warst mir eine Mutter, eine Freundin und eine Schwester. Ich werde dich tief in meinem Herzen behalten. Ich wünschte, ich wäre dagewesen. Ich wünschte, ich hätte Seite an Seite mit dir um das Gute gekämpft. Ich wünschte, ich hätte es nicht einfach so erfahren müssen, wünschte, ich wäre dir eine gute Schülerin gewesen!

Einst schrieb ich dir dieses Gedicht:
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Ein Lächeln ich dir schenke,
meine Achtung dir gehört,
meine Wärme soll dich finden,
in Gedanken bei dir bin.

Lange nicht mehr uns gesehen,
in Gedanken immer nah,
nur Gutes soll dir widerfahren,
dafür bet' ich jeden Tag.

In Liebe deine
~Sima L. Séregon~
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Ich wünschte, meine Gebete wären erhört worden!
Möge es dir gut ergehen, wo du nun bist! Ich werde dich immer lieben!

In ewiger Zuneigung und Achtung,
deine Sima Lúthien Séregon


Langsam legt Sima die Feder zur Seite. Sie holt tief Luft, doch kann sie die Fassung nicht mehr halten.

-WARUM?? Waruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum?
erschallt im Walde. Sima bricht in Tränen aus und kauert sich gegen den Baum. Die Tränen laufen stärker und ihr Kopf neigt sich nieder. Ihre Hände umfassen den Baum und ihre Augen schließen sich langsam. Ein starker Wind weht im tiefen Wald umher und reißt das Pergament mit sich.

-Ich brauche dich doch, wir brauchen dich doch....ich werde mir nie verzeihen nicht da gewesen zu sein.
flüstert Sima leise und lässt ihren Tränen nun völlig freien Lauf.




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((Translation by PO Caitlin....Thank you hun *hugs*))


Sima leaned against the tree in the forest close the house of the druids. Her heart was aching, her eyes dark and glassy, her face was pale and wet because of tears. She cowered on the ground with a feather in her hand. On the parchment infront of her, that already was stained from the teardrops, she wrote her last letter to her mistress.


Dearest Caitlin,

I try to get a grip on myself, because that is what you taught me. Becoming strong, being stong, staying strong. To give love and to recieve love! I learned so much from you!

I miss you! I need you! I miss you s...

Sima stopped to wipe her tears away. She took a deep breath and bit on her trembling lip. Slowly she put the feather back to the parchment.

... so much. Why you? Why you of all people? You always faced the fight, you were brave in every danger but this single time should have been your last fight. My soul is aching, as does my heart. I will never be filled with hate, I will never feel hate. That was what I promised you... but it hurts so much.

I'm missing you...


Tears drop on the parchment and a sniffing and wailing can be heard.

I will always keep your love safe, and always continue your endeavor. With you the circle experience a big loss, ... the biggest. But I will not let your deeds fall into oblivion!

Caitlin, you were like a mother to me, my friend and my sister. I will always keep you deep inside my heart. I wish, I would have been there. I wish, I would have fought next to you for the good. I wish, I wouldn't have just heard it this way... I wish I would have been a good student.

Once I wrote you this poem,

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A smile I gift you
my respect belongs to you
my warmth will find you
in thoughts I'm with you.

Long we did no see
but always close in thoughts
Lucky you shall always be
for that I pray, each day.

In love,
~ Sima L. Séregon~
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I wished my prayers would have been granted!
Where ever you may be now , I hope you are well. I will always love you!

In eternal affection and respect,
yours
Sima Lúthien Séregon



Slowly Sima put the feather aside. She took another deep breah but wasn't able to keep her countenance anymore.

WHY?? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
Her voice echoed through the forest. Sima bursted into tears and cowered next to the tree. More and more tears were running down her face and she lowered her head. Her hands grabbed the tree and her eyes slowy closed, as a strong wind catched the parchment and carried it away.

I need you... We need you. I will never forgive myself that I haven't been there.

Sima whispered and let her tears flow freely...
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Damien verläßt den Tempel, läßt die dort Trauernden zurück, wirft noch einen kurzen Blick auf den Altar. "Nicht jetzt", murmelt er, während er sich abwendet und gen Treppe geht. "Dafür ist später Zeit.. nicht jetzt." Auf dem Weg die Treppe hinauf begegnet ihm niemand. Als er kurz darauf oben die Burg verläßt, ist sein Blick wieder vollkommen konzentriert, sein Gesicht und seine Augen völlig emotionslos, auch wenn ein geübter Beobachter eine dünne feuchte Spur an seiner Wange hätte entdecken können. Er murmelt etwas auf elbisch, sehr leise : "Gefühle sind der Tod des freien Geistes. Ich werde zu meinen Gefühlen, werde eins mit ihnen. Die Gefühle existieren nicht mehr, mein Geist ist frei... Gefühle sind der Tod des freien Geistes..."

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Damien leaves the temple, leaves the mourning ones, takes a short look at the altar. "Not now", he mumbles, while he turns and walks towards the stairs. "Later will be time for that - not now."
He meets noone on his way upstairs. As he leaves the castle a short while after, his gaze is again fully concentrated and his eyes totally lack emotions, even though a trained watcher could have spotted a small wet line down his cheek. He quietly mumbles some elven words :
"Emotions are the death of the free mind. I will become my emotions, become one with them. The emotions cease to exist, my mind is free... emotions are the death of the free mind..."
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Einem Schemen gleich huscht der schöne Körper Shandariels lautlos durch die Waldesnacht, ihr grünes Kleid flattert geisterhaft zwischen den Zweigen.
An einer Lichtung hält die Elfe kurz an, ihre Jadegrünen, katzenähnlichen Augen blicken zum Mond empor als auf einmal ein leichter Regen einsetzt.
Die Stimmen der Tiere werden lauter und das Rascheln der Bäume verkündet die traurige Botschaft.
Kaum atmend lauscht die Elfe dem Walde und mit traurigem Blick sieht sie in Richtung der Grauen Zuflucht und leise spricht sie:

"Einst vom Walde geschenkt gabest du dein Leben weiter. Der Kreis hat sich geschlossen. Willkommen daheim, Kind des Waldes".

Und mit klarer, wunderschöner Stimme singt die Elfin ein trauriges Lied zu ehren Caitlins wärend sie mit sanften Schritt über das feuchte Moos der Lichtung schwebt. Das seidene, grüne Sommerkleid in helles Mondlicht getränkt.
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