"Maybe he really means it serious.", she said. "Maybe he really wants it. But it will not last. He will not keep it up. He will love me and hold me in his arms. He will use my body. Many times over. Til the point when he will forget about me. He will find someone else and leave me behind, like he did with other women before."
"But is this not exactly what you want? Doesn't it serve you very well, Meriel?" - was the reply she got.
"It does not matter what I want, or not. It doesn't matter if I am the fair lady at a knights side or the harlot who he visits at night to please himself. I take and play the rolls, that I get appointed."
Her governor made her thoughtful though. He wanted to love her and he wanted to be the only one for her.
What was that? Would he just want to own her like a beautiful subject, not sharing with anyone? Or would he want her to be an own person, standing by his side and not laying beneath him...
~ the withered
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Meriel Pelith
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Meriel Pelith
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Meriel was angry. She was angry, upset, worried and confused. All at the same time. It was a wave of different emotions and thoughts that overwhelmed her.
She sat upon the library roof, only to have a view over whole Trolls Bane and in a desperate try to clear her thoughts. Her feet dangled from the edge, while the wind played with her brown, fairly short hair.
" Fight. Fight. Silas. Stephen. Death. "
That was what the one-eyed raven has whispered to her when it was sitting on her bare shoulder. Meriel was angry at Ephraim. How dared he. Spreading that she was pregnant of Silas and she would marry him. What stupid nonsense was that.
The moment she met him, she thought him wise even. But now she despised him. He didn't knew anything. Nothing about her and how she really was, or else he wouldn't do this to her.
Everything Meriel could thought of, was that he either was just a sick bastard who enjoyed that game, seriously tried to split her from Stephen or simply tried to use Stephen against Silas.
Looking over the town and watching the people from above, she calmed a litte. Stephen trusted her and would not believe Ephraims words. On the other hand that was yet again something that made Meriel afraid. She said something to him yesterday, that she had never said to anyone before. Was it true?
Meriels expression darkened and she sighed even. It was a fight inside her. What way should she be going?
...
She sat upon the library roof, only to have a view over whole Trolls Bane and in a desperate try to clear her thoughts. Her feet dangled from the edge, while the wind played with her brown, fairly short hair.
" Fight. Fight. Silas. Stephen. Death. "
That was what the one-eyed raven has whispered to her when it was sitting on her bare shoulder. Meriel was angry at Ephraim. How dared he. Spreading that she was pregnant of Silas and she would marry him. What stupid nonsense was that.
The moment she met him, she thought him wise even. But now she despised him. He didn't knew anything. Nothing about her and how she really was, or else he wouldn't do this to her.
Everything Meriel could thought of, was that he either was just a sick bastard who enjoyed that game, seriously tried to split her from Stephen or simply tried to use Stephen against Silas.
Looking over the town and watching the people from above, she calmed a litte. Stephen trusted her and would not believe Ephraims words. On the other hand that was yet again something that made Meriel afraid. She said something to him yesterday, that she had never said to anyone before. Was it true?
Meriels expression darkened and she sighed even. It was a fight inside her. What way should she be going?
...
Inside the Magic Academy building, Ephraim smoked his pipe thoughtfully.
He had done what he could. Walking into his room, he got out the key and locked the door. His next action was, to barricade it and the window.
It was totally dark in the room now.
They all called him a liar. He didn't care.
He made his prophecy.
He had done what he could. Walking into his room, he got out the key and locked the door. His next action was, to barricade it and the window.
It was totally dark in the room now.
They all called him a liar. He didn't care.
He made his prophecy.
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Meriel Pelith
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((english translation below.))
Meriel spürte wie sich die Fesseln langsam lösten und sie wälzte sich etwas zur Seite. Sie fühlte sich als würde sich ihr Magen jeden Moment umdrehen und ihr Körper schmerzte und bebte. Dennoch spielten sich all diese Gefühle nur im Hintergrund ab, genauso wie sie die Stimmen und Personen um sich herum nicht richtig wahrnehmen konnte. Die Drogen in ihrem Wein hatten ihre Wirkung gezeigt.
„Fre'sla phor, Meriel L'lonneal. Meriel Pelith. Die Verblühte unter den Elfen, die Verdorbene unter den Reinen, die von der Dunkelheit verzehrte. Fre'sla Phor.“
'Steh auf', war es das der Drow sagte und Meriel gehorchte. Oder wollte zumindest gehorchen. Sie richtete sich langsam unter Schmerzen auf um von dem Altar hinunter zu steigen, doch ihre zitternden Füße gaben nach und sie sackte neben dem steinernen Altar zu Boden.
Der Geschmack des Blutes in ihrem Mund, war ihr eigenes und das warme Nass floß immer noch in langen Rinnsälen über ihren splitternackten Körper.
Einer der Drow kniete sich neben sie und legte ihr ein Amulett um den Hals. Es war aus Kupfer geschmiedet und hatte die Form einer Blüte. Einer verwelkenden Blüte.
Er packte sie beim Kinn um ihr ins Gesicht zu sehen, bevor er sprach:
„Plynnet dal dosst delmah, darthirii. Dos zhal neitar ragar uss 'sohna. Dosst xukuth zhah filled xuil oloth lu' deceit lu' naubol else zhal rin'ov wayc'e wun ol. Dos ph' abandoned lu' forgotten lu' dosst tluin zhah despised a l' phraktos.“
Gestohlen von deiner Heimat, Elfe, sollst du nie wieder eine neue finden. Dein Herz von Dunkelheit und Täuschung geprägt und nichts anderes soll jemals wieder darin Platz haben. Du bist ausgestoßen und vergessen und dein Sein ist verschmäht von den Göttern... - echoten des Drows Worte in ihren Ohren.
Verschmäht von den Göttern...
~
Meriel wachte auf. Sie war am frieren und kalter Schweiß ran über ihre Stirn, als sie das Amulett um ihren Hals berührte. Ihr Herz pochte stark und sie glaubte sich jeden Moment übergeben zu müssen.
Dieser Traum. ... als wär es gestern gewesen.
***
Meriel felt how the ties were unfastening and she turned over slowly. She would puke any moment, she felt it and her body was aching and trembling.
Nevertheless everything seemed to acted out in the background only, also she weren't able to perceive the voices and persons around her properly. The drugs in her wine showed effect.
„Fre'sla phor, Meriel L'lonneal. Meriel Pelith. The withered under the elven kind, the tainted under the pure, the one consumed by darkness. Fre'sla Phor.“
'Stand up', was it what the drow was saying and Meriel obeyed. Or at least she wanted to obey. She sat up slowly, writhing in pain, to step down from the altar, but her trembling, weak legs gave away and she slumped down next to it. The taste of blood in her mouth was her own and the warm liquid made its way down her naked body.
One of the drows kneeled next to her and put a necklace around her neck. It was smithed of copper and had the shape of a petal. A withering petal.
He grabbed her chin to look into her eyes, as he said:
„Plynnet dal dosst delmah, darthirii. Dos zhal neitar ragar uss 'sohna. Dosst xukuth zhah filled xuil oloth lu' deceit lu' naubol else zhal rin'ov wayc'e wun ol. Dos ph' abandoned lu' forgotten lu' dosst tluin zhah despised a l' phraktos.“
Stolen from your home, elfess, you shall never find one again. Your heart is filled with darkness and deceit and nothing else shall ever dwell in it. You are abandoned and forgotten and your being is despised by the gods. - the words of the drow echoed.
Despised by the gods...
~
Meriel woke up. She was shivering and cold beads of sweat ran over her forehead. Her heart pounded heavily and she felt like she would have to vomit...
The elfess grabbed the amulet around her neck and breathed in deeply to calm.
This dream.... like it would have been yesterday.
Meriel spürte wie sich die Fesseln langsam lösten und sie wälzte sich etwas zur Seite. Sie fühlte sich als würde sich ihr Magen jeden Moment umdrehen und ihr Körper schmerzte und bebte. Dennoch spielten sich all diese Gefühle nur im Hintergrund ab, genauso wie sie die Stimmen und Personen um sich herum nicht richtig wahrnehmen konnte. Die Drogen in ihrem Wein hatten ihre Wirkung gezeigt.
„Fre'sla phor, Meriel L'lonneal. Meriel Pelith. Die Verblühte unter den Elfen, die Verdorbene unter den Reinen, die von der Dunkelheit verzehrte. Fre'sla Phor.“
'Steh auf', war es das der Drow sagte und Meriel gehorchte. Oder wollte zumindest gehorchen. Sie richtete sich langsam unter Schmerzen auf um von dem Altar hinunter zu steigen, doch ihre zitternden Füße gaben nach und sie sackte neben dem steinernen Altar zu Boden.
Der Geschmack des Blutes in ihrem Mund, war ihr eigenes und das warme Nass floß immer noch in langen Rinnsälen über ihren splitternackten Körper.
Einer der Drow kniete sich neben sie und legte ihr ein Amulett um den Hals. Es war aus Kupfer geschmiedet und hatte die Form einer Blüte. Einer verwelkenden Blüte.
Er packte sie beim Kinn um ihr ins Gesicht zu sehen, bevor er sprach:
„Plynnet dal dosst delmah, darthirii. Dos zhal neitar ragar uss 'sohna. Dosst xukuth zhah filled xuil oloth lu' deceit lu' naubol else zhal rin'ov wayc'e wun ol. Dos ph' abandoned lu' forgotten lu' dosst tluin zhah despised a l' phraktos.“
Gestohlen von deiner Heimat, Elfe, sollst du nie wieder eine neue finden. Dein Herz von Dunkelheit und Täuschung geprägt und nichts anderes soll jemals wieder darin Platz haben. Du bist ausgestoßen und vergessen und dein Sein ist verschmäht von den Göttern... - echoten des Drows Worte in ihren Ohren.
Verschmäht von den Göttern...
~
Meriel wachte auf. Sie war am frieren und kalter Schweiß ran über ihre Stirn, als sie das Amulett um ihren Hals berührte. Ihr Herz pochte stark und sie glaubte sich jeden Moment übergeben zu müssen.
Dieser Traum. ... als wär es gestern gewesen.
***
Meriel felt how the ties were unfastening and she turned over slowly. She would puke any moment, she felt it and her body was aching and trembling.
Nevertheless everything seemed to acted out in the background only, also she weren't able to perceive the voices and persons around her properly. The drugs in her wine showed effect.
„Fre'sla phor, Meriel L'lonneal. Meriel Pelith. The withered under the elven kind, the tainted under the pure, the one consumed by darkness. Fre'sla Phor.“
'Stand up', was it what the drow was saying and Meriel obeyed. Or at least she wanted to obey. She sat up slowly, writhing in pain, to step down from the altar, but her trembling, weak legs gave away and she slumped down next to it. The taste of blood in her mouth was her own and the warm liquid made its way down her naked body.
One of the drows kneeled next to her and put a necklace around her neck. It was smithed of copper and had the shape of a petal. A withering petal.
He grabbed her chin to look into her eyes, as he said:
„Plynnet dal dosst delmah, darthirii. Dos zhal neitar ragar uss 'sohna. Dosst xukuth zhah filled xuil oloth lu' deceit lu' naubol else zhal rin'ov wayc'e wun ol. Dos ph' abandoned lu' forgotten lu' dosst tluin zhah despised a l' phraktos.“
Stolen from your home, elfess, you shall never find one again. Your heart is filled with darkness and deceit and nothing else shall ever dwell in it. You are abandoned and forgotten and your being is despised by the gods. - the words of the drow echoed.
Despised by the gods...
~
Meriel woke up. She was shivering and cold beads of sweat ran over her forehead. Her heart pounded heavily and she felt like she would have to vomit...
The elfess grabbed the amulet around her neck and breathed in deeply to calm.
This dream.... like it would have been yesterday.
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Meriel Pelith
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8th Bras, the year 20
Meriel stood up slowly, running a hand through her brown hair and finding a leaf within. After removing the leaf she stretched her bare body, looking east towards the early morning sun that had woken her up.
She picked the dress from the forest ground and clothed herself, before she lowered her eyes to the sleeping man. Her gaze was hard to read. It was a mixture of scepticism and smile.
Already on her way to leave, she paused, looked down once more and reached for Edwards cloak. In a nearly caring manner she covered him properly with the cloak, then continueing her way.
She was walking barefooted while she made her way north, towards Varshikar and though she had consumed wine the evening before, her head felt clear and her mind unsual light. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, followed by a shook of her head.
Of course she knew, she shouldn't like him, but admittedly, she did. The reason why wasn't clear to herself. He wasn't anything special to be honest. He was like any other man. Treated her like any other man would as well. As an object. Not as a person.
The only way she was used to. And actually everything she wanted.
To like him would mean to get disappointed again and Meriel didn't believe that anything would ever lift this curse upon her. She had given up.
There were points in her life were she thought she could change. Were she thought she would trust and love, but then again she failed. And everyone failed her. Indeed, she knew that it was mostly her own fault, but where did all the people go she had considered her friends?
She did not care, simply because they didn't care and to be honest she prefered this solitude more than false promises of friendship. Or love that wasn't there.
Meriel raised her gaze and looked to the castle ruins of Varshikar.
8th Bras, the year 20
Meriel stood up slowly, running a hand through her brown hair and finding a leaf within. After removing the leaf she stretched her bare body, looking east towards the early morning sun that had woken her up.
She picked the dress from the forest ground and clothed herself, before she lowered her eyes to the sleeping man. Her gaze was hard to read. It was a mixture of scepticism and smile.
Already on her way to leave, she paused, looked down once more and reached for Edwards cloak. In a nearly caring manner she covered him properly with the cloak, then continueing her way.
She was walking barefooted while she made her way north, towards Varshikar and though she had consumed wine the evening before, her head felt clear and her mind unsual light. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, followed by a shook of her head.
Of course she knew, she shouldn't like him, but admittedly, she did. The reason why wasn't clear to herself. He wasn't anything special to be honest. He was like any other man. Treated her like any other man would as well. As an object. Not as a person.
The only way she was used to. And actually everything she wanted.
To like him would mean to get disappointed again and Meriel didn't believe that anything would ever lift this curse upon her. She had given up.
There were points in her life were she thought she could change. Were she thought she would trust and love, but then again she failed. And everyone failed her. Indeed, she knew that it was mostly her own fault, but where did all the people go she had considered her friends?
She did not care, simply because they didn't care and to be honest she prefered this solitude more than false promises of friendship. Or love that wasn't there.
Meriel raised her gaze and looked to the castle ruins of Varshikar.
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The sun is high in the sky when Edward finally stretches his arms, yawns and very slowly opens his eyes. He grimaces slightly as soon as he notices that Meriel is nowhere to be seen.
Damn Edward, those women always are quicker to wake up than you.. that is something you really have to work on..
His lips curl into a small smile as he notices how she has covered him with his cloak. His hand reaches for the bottle of wine laying on the ground and he takes a long, very long sip from it. His mind was restlessly going through the events of last night.
"What an unusual woman.. I can hardly wait until we meet again, Meriel.."
A longing, satisfied whisper leaves his lips and he closes his eyes again.
Mhh.. Meriel..
Damn Edward, those women always are quicker to wake up than you.. that is something you really have to work on..
His lips curl into a small smile as he notices how she has covered him with his cloak. His hand reaches for the bottle of wine laying on the ground and he takes a long, very long sip from it. His mind was restlessly going through the events of last night.
"What an unusual woman.. I can hardly wait until we meet again, Meriel.."
A longing, satisfied whisper leaves his lips and he closes his eyes again.
Mhh.. Meriel..