A scaley figure lays shattered against the cold ground, the tall imposing ramparts looming over her red feathered frame. With her lies a note looking as if it were scratched into the parchment with an inky claw.
She couldn't live with it anymore, this empty feeling deep inside. This hole where her happiness should be. Sssari, Misha doesn't know why you would leave her, leave her to raise your child. But you left...just like Eli. And took what little Misha had left with her.
It's just so hard, to see others who did not sacrifice nearly as much time, as much of themselves as Misha, living the life she should have had. Magic slipping through her claws and into the laps of others.
Teachers refusing Misha, but students being taught their first runes without even being able to speak the ancient language she suffered to master.
Marrage being held for others on a whim, while Misha had been begging for the help of others. For a priest. For anyone.
Misha thought she had friends, but they don't know Misha, they don't listen to Misha. They treat her as some exotic pet, not a dear friend. Scolding her for her feelings, brushing off her misery.
The writting becomes shakey and a pool of ink blots out a small part of it near the end, the bottle overturned on it's side
Misha tried to love...she tried to live. She...tried so hard. It is dark, and cold now. Misha feels so heavy. So tired Sh-
The remaining parchment is unreadable, ink and crimson spattered and smeared across it. In place of a signature the last of the parchment is balled up in a lifeless fist.
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A swirling vortex of blue light marked his arrival
*An elegantly dressed man in periwinkle blue mage robes steps forth announced by the resounding thunderclap of the portal spell. Nearly two years had passed since Eli Travinus' feet had rested their soles on the small island of Gobaith. The only welcome he receives is from the stifling cold air and pitch black surroundings. Was he gone for so long that he had forgotten the landmarks of the island completely?
Before he could calculate his position he would need to warm himself up a bit. Performing the task took mere seconds after retrieving his wand from his robe pocket and flicking it before him. Immediately a raging fire erupted from the otherwise barren earth. The sizzling sound of water quickly evaporating filled the air followed by that familiar warmth. After putting his wand away he places his hands over the fire instinctively and has a look around.
His first assumption was right he had no idea where he was and couldn't remember the destination of his incantation. He was so excited about his return to Gobaith that nothing else seemed to matter. However, the question still remained where the bloody hell was he?
His curiosity got the better of him so he decided to have a closer look. Once again extracting his wand from his robes he starts to send fireball incantations that light up the vast darkness. As he reaches his 6 o'clock from his original position in front of the fire a giant heap catches his eye.....
As the fireball dissipates the heap looks distinctly like a person but it is too far off to tell. Quickly clinching his robes at the hip with his free hand he starts to move forward with his wand held high. With a wispy swirl of his wand a beam of bright light soars in front of him leading the way. Fifty feet from the heap, forty, thirty, twenty but it is still hard to make out. Finally, he is only ten feet away and with hastened steps he arrives at his target. He stoops down to have a closer look....
*An elegantly dressed man in periwinkle blue mage robes steps forth announced by the resounding thunderclap of the portal spell. Nearly two years had passed since Eli Travinus' feet had rested their soles on the small island of Gobaith. The only welcome he receives is from the stifling cold air and pitch black surroundings. Was he gone for so long that he had forgotten the landmarks of the island completely?
Before he could calculate his position he would need to warm himself up a bit. Performing the task took mere seconds after retrieving his wand from his robe pocket and flicking it before him. Immediately a raging fire erupted from the otherwise barren earth. The sizzling sound of water quickly evaporating filled the air followed by that familiar warmth. After putting his wand away he places his hands over the fire instinctively and has a look around.
His first assumption was right he had no idea where he was and couldn't remember the destination of his incantation. He was so excited about his return to Gobaith that nothing else seemed to matter. However, the question still remained where the bloody hell was he?
His curiosity got the better of him so he decided to have a closer look. Once again extracting his wand from his robes he starts to send fireball incantations that light up the vast darkness. As he reaches his 6 o'clock from his original position in front of the fire a giant heap catches his eye.....
As the fireball dissipates the heap looks distinctly like a person but it is too far off to tell. Quickly clinching his robes at the hip with his free hand he starts to move forward with his wand held high. With a wispy swirl of his wand a beam of bright light soars in front of him leading the way. Fifty feet from the heap, forty, thirty, twenty but it is still hard to make out. Finally, he is only ten feet away and with hastened steps he arrives at his target. He stoops down to have a closer look....
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An unmistakeable set of feathers crest the crown of her head and the tip of her motionless tail. Deep sanguine cracks snaking along her body, stemming from where she hit the ground. Her once curious yellow eyes painfully dull and glassy.
To anyone who could have met her, even at a glance, this is most definately the broken corpse of Misha Misha. Looking as if she was driven into the ground by jumping from the ramparts above the city gate.
To anyone who could have met her, even at a glance, this is most definately the broken corpse of Misha Misha. Looking as if she was driven into the ground by jumping from the ramparts above the city gate.
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That old familiar feeling of pain stung his heart like dragon's fire
*She was lying like Kaila was just two years prior the only difference was the scenery and the person. Motionless as if death stole her while she slept, her presence was cumbersome on his soul. Any disillusionment about a fair return was obliterated into the chilly night air. He stood there horror stuck like a child muddled by his own indecisiveness, petrified that she might be dead. Such a young heart was not meant to endure such devastating loss at so early an age. He couldn't help but think of all the people he watched die, lost, or perceived to be losing. He had to stop thinking about his losses, now wasn't the time Misha needed him.
Flash forward, Eli's adrenaline must have hit his bloodstream because suddenly his numb extremities surged with warm life. Intuitively, his legs move forward and then stoop down so he can inspect her. One look into those glassy eyes was almost enough to make him vomit with despair. Not even realizing he just dropped his wand he places both hands over his face. Willing himself to maintain his wits he places his right hand on her shoulder to investigate her internal injuries. Briefly he closes his eyes to concentrate his mind on determining her condition. Judging by the amount of broken bones she must have fallen from a great distance. His eyes pan upward and the great distance was immediately recognizable as the rampart.
He didn't even realize that he was only a few yards from the gates of Troll's Bane because all of his focus was on Misha. Jerking his eyes back to Misha there was only a handful of things that he could do at the moment. First he had to heal those bones temporarily, for a moment he has to frantically look around for his wand before finding it at his side. After using a couple of strong healing spells he touches her once again to determine her state. Not able to perceive a heart beat was causing him to panic.
There was only one thing left to do. Flash back, he was in a forest surrounded by the overgrowth of weeds and wild flowers. The canopy of the forest in combination with an overcast day shadowed him in darkness. He was 15 years old dressed in peasant clothing with no shoes, in those days he always wore a hood taking it off for no one. At his side was a rusty dagger and he carried nothing else. His back was perched against a tall Eldan oak tree and he was ready to take his life. Quickly, without hesitation he reaches for the blade and slits both wrists grimacing in pain but no outburst. He wanted to see the end, to be with his family again, and hate his grandfather in eternity. As the blood trailed down his disheveled clothing a surge of energy caused the ground to quake and the forest to sway vehemently from the source. There was no bright light only the appearance of a man.
His radiance was nothing short of mesmerizing as he sauntered forward effortlessly. He was draped fashionably in pristine silken attire of a nobleman. Long flowing golden blond hair framed a flawless face with a chiseled jawline and rested on the intricately tailored violet cowl. Fastened under his cowl was a cape fluttering freely in the wind the interior was a matching violet. His torso supported a tight white long sleeved undershirt that accentuated his muscular arms and a jet black doublet over that. The doublet was studded with gold buttons and hung just below his fastened leather belt. A pair of gold chausses extended down to his poulaine style shoes made of black leather. As he reached Eli he crouched down and spoke words never to be forgotten while reaching for Eli's neck.
"My dear boy, have you forgotten why you wear this necklace around your neck? I know your mother taught you more competently than your actions have displayed. You should know that your entire ancestry has served me well dear Eli Travinus. It is in lieu of their devotion and love that I came here today. My votive shares no difference than your parents to friends and loyalty. I shall show my grace this day and let you honor your heritage Lord Eli Travinus."
The next thing he remembered he was in a monastery being attended to by a young monk with a cold rag. Flash forward, Eli begins to pray on the behalf of Misha after making a small fire.
"Lord Zhambra I call on you everyday for strength, guidance, and the protection of my loved ones. Today one of my loved ones lies in ruins on this barren ground. I know not the causes Milord, all I know is your grace from my own personal experiences. Lord Zhambra if it is your will bring Misha back to me, otherwise, I pray her soul eternal rest on my behalf. Friendship and Loyalty always Milord, amen."
His eyes stay closed tightly giving Misha a moment of silence to rest in peace or for the miracles by which he knows the Lord Zhambra to work....
*She was lying like Kaila was just two years prior the only difference was the scenery and the person. Motionless as if death stole her while she slept, her presence was cumbersome on his soul. Any disillusionment about a fair return was obliterated into the chilly night air. He stood there horror stuck like a child muddled by his own indecisiveness, petrified that she might be dead. Such a young heart was not meant to endure such devastating loss at so early an age. He couldn't help but think of all the people he watched die, lost, or perceived to be losing. He had to stop thinking about his losses, now wasn't the time Misha needed him.
Flash forward, Eli's adrenaline must have hit his bloodstream because suddenly his numb extremities surged with warm life. Intuitively, his legs move forward and then stoop down so he can inspect her. One look into those glassy eyes was almost enough to make him vomit with despair. Not even realizing he just dropped his wand he places both hands over his face. Willing himself to maintain his wits he places his right hand on her shoulder to investigate her internal injuries. Briefly he closes his eyes to concentrate his mind on determining her condition. Judging by the amount of broken bones she must have fallen from a great distance. His eyes pan upward and the great distance was immediately recognizable as the rampart.
He didn't even realize that he was only a few yards from the gates of Troll's Bane because all of his focus was on Misha. Jerking his eyes back to Misha there was only a handful of things that he could do at the moment. First he had to heal those bones temporarily, for a moment he has to frantically look around for his wand before finding it at his side. After using a couple of strong healing spells he touches her once again to determine her state. Not able to perceive a heart beat was causing him to panic.
There was only one thing left to do. Flash back, he was in a forest surrounded by the overgrowth of weeds and wild flowers. The canopy of the forest in combination with an overcast day shadowed him in darkness. He was 15 years old dressed in peasant clothing with no shoes, in those days he always wore a hood taking it off for no one. At his side was a rusty dagger and he carried nothing else. His back was perched against a tall Eldan oak tree and he was ready to take his life. Quickly, without hesitation he reaches for the blade and slits both wrists grimacing in pain but no outburst. He wanted to see the end, to be with his family again, and hate his grandfather in eternity. As the blood trailed down his disheveled clothing a surge of energy caused the ground to quake and the forest to sway vehemently from the source. There was no bright light only the appearance of a man.
His radiance was nothing short of mesmerizing as he sauntered forward effortlessly. He was draped fashionably in pristine silken attire of a nobleman. Long flowing golden blond hair framed a flawless face with a chiseled jawline and rested on the intricately tailored violet cowl. Fastened under his cowl was a cape fluttering freely in the wind the interior was a matching violet. His torso supported a tight white long sleeved undershirt that accentuated his muscular arms and a jet black doublet over that. The doublet was studded with gold buttons and hung just below his fastened leather belt. A pair of gold chausses extended down to his poulaine style shoes made of black leather. As he reached Eli he crouched down and spoke words never to be forgotten while reaching for Eli's neck.
"My dear boy, have you forgotten why you wear this necklace around your neck? I know your mother taught you more competently than your actions have displayed. You should know that your entire ancestry has served me well dear Eli Travinus. It is in lieu of their devotion and love that I came here today. My votive shares no difference than your parents to friends and loyalty. I shall show my grace this day and let you honor your heritage Lord Eli Travinus."
The next thing he remembered he was in a monastery being attended to by a young monk with a cold rag. Flash forward, Eli begins to pray on the behalf of Misha after making a small fire.
"Lord Zhambra I call on you everyday for strength, guidance, and the protection of my loved ones. Today one of my loved ones lies in ruins on this barren ground. I know not the causes Milord, all I know is your grace from my own personal experiences. Lord Zhambra if it is your will bring Misha back to me, otherwise, I pray her soul eternal rest on my behalf. Friendship and Loyalty always Milord, amen."
His eyes stay closed tightly giving Misha a moment of silence to rest in peace or for the miracles by which he knows the Lord Zhambra to work....
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Mishjka scampers along the road to Troll's Bane when he all of a sudden stops dead in his tracks. He stands clumsily on two as he eagerly sniffs the air. his eyes widen as he sees a familiar figure laying sprawled on the ground, he quickly approaches the body and squats beside it. his eyes scans the maimed body on the ground as his hand instinctively reaches into his medic bag.
"Misssha..?"
Mishjka's yellow eyes glows and the red comb on his head stands erect as he checks Misha's body for any sign of life. his eyes grow sad as he cannot find a heartbeat, he sighs deeply and reads the letter with a sad look on his face
"Ressst now Missssha..."
He takes out his comb and gently combs Misha's ruffled feathers.
"who ssshal take care of your hatchling now...?
he whispers softly as he closes Misha's eyes. he then tries to roll her over on her back, but his strength is not enough to move Misha's body. he then squats by the body waiting for someone to come along to help him with the task of burying Misha.
"Misssha..?"
Mishjka's yellow eyes glows and the red comb on his head stands erect as he checks Misha's body for any sign of life. his eyes grow sad as he cannot find a heartbeat, he sighs deeply and reads the letter with a sad look on his face
"Ressst now Missssha..."
He takes out his comb and gently combs Misha's ruffled feathers.
"who ssshal take care of your hatchling now...?
he whispers softly as he closes Misha's eyes. he then tries to roll her over on her back, but his strength is not enough to move Misha's body. he then squats by the body waiting for someone to come along to help him with the task of burying Misha.
Down the road approached a sulken figure, coat held loosely around his thin self, his walk was irregular, exhaustion and a longing to make it home showed in all his movements. Coming closer to the hallowed sight, in front of that familiar town, he began to take notice of the people, the "thing", for that is all he could call it from this distance, laying there, in a heap. Thoughts rang through his mind of disaster, but he quelled them, there was more to look forward to, more to long for. He quickened his already tiresome pace, interest glowed in his dazed yellow eyes, only a glimmer, coming now upon it. The moment slowly dawned on him, but naught the reality of it. His stare, cold and distant, glared down on the fallen lizardess, his expression, nothing but stone against the somber atmosphere. He automatically called it off as a stranger, as someone else, it could not be his love, he told himself over and over again, his mouth began to quiver, his poster hunched. Hes been here before, this spot, Misha, to his knowledge, dead before... But this time, he knew that was a stark situation, he couldn't bare the sight, he wouldn't process it. A raspy voice escaped his maw, crackling tone and uneven pitch all throughout, "Dis...Sssari been here....here before, Sssari no want to see dis..a...again...no...NO!" And with that, he was weeping, he grasped for his mate, trying to hold her head up, trying to see the lively glow to her scales shine again in this world. He had no luck, he had no grace. The scream that then came from the downtrodden lizard, all he cared for in his arms, rang out for what seemed a eternity, it was a lament to the land, the air, its people, and their gods, all to him seemed so disgusting. He slowly fell onto her body, shaking greatly, he looked the other lizard, his face begging for comfort, and his voice a slow and quiet whisper of desperation, even slight madness, "Wha-what...happened...to Meeeeeeesha? Tell Sssari! Tell him now!!!"
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His prays ascend into the heavens attempting to intercede on the behalf of his beloved friend Misha
The appearance of the first lizard came unnoticed to Eli as he was kneeling on the frosted ground still praying. It was only when the lizard spoke that he knew someone else had joined him. Slowly opening his forest green eyes he gives the Lizard a mournful stare. Remaining silent as the Lizard speaks softly to the fallen Misha he waits. Seeing that the Lizard ignores him completely he closes his eyes and begins to pray once more.
No sooner then he starts to pray Sssari approaches instantly recognizable by his wailing voice. Somewhat startled this time Eli opens his eyes and gives a devastated look to his old friend. He tries to speak but no words emit. He tries to reach for Sssari but his arms are too heavy. He even tries get up but his legs anchor themselves to the ground. All he can do is glance between Misha and Sssari.
It seemed like yesterday Sssari was asking Eli advice about how to approach Misha and convey his feelings for her. Tragedy befalling such a young couple made him nauseous and the words coming from the other Lizard about a hatchling wretched his stomach into knots. The cold air could not match the cold feeling that was gripping his heart and he could only imagine what Sssari was thinking.
He remained kneeling on the ground till someone spoke....
The appearance of the first lizard came unnoticed to Eli as he was kneeling on the frosted ground still praying. It was only when the lizard spoke that he knew someone else had joined him. Slowly opening his forest green eyes he gives the Lizard a mournful stare. Remaining silent as the Lizard speaks softly to the fallen Misha he waits. Seeing that the Lizard ignores him completely he closes his eyes and begins to pray once more.
No sooner then he starts to pray Sssari approaches instantly recognizable by his wailing voice. Somewhat startled this time Eli opens his eyes and gives a devastated look to his old friend. He tries to speak but no words emit. He tries to reach for Sssari but his arms are too heavy. He even tries get up but his legs anchor themselves to the ground. All he can do is glance between Misha and Sssari.
It seemed like yesterday Sssari was asking Eli advice about how to approach Misha and convey his feelings for her. Tragedy befalling such a young couple made him nauseous and the words coming from the other Lizard about a hatchling wretched his stomach into knots. The cold air could not match the cold feeling that was gripping his heart and he could only imagine what Sssari was thinking.
He remained kneeling on the ground till someone spoke....
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Mishjka hands Sssari the letter, his yellow eyes glows softly as he speaks
calm yourssself hatchling, Misssha isss no more..do you have Missha'sss hatchling with you?
he glances briefly over at the human kneeling
all hu-mansss do when their kin diesss isss pray..
he shakes his head with a disapproving hiss
We mussst put her in a grave, ssshe mussst resst now. Mishjka isss to weak to lift Misssha and i do not know where they berry their dead in thisss placsse.
He gently strokes Misha's feathered head with a calm look in his glowing eyes
Find Misssha's hatchling, then we berry her...
calm yourssself hatchling, Misssha isss no more..do you have Missha'sss hatchling with you?
he glances briefly over at the human kneeling
all hu-mansss do when their kin diesss isss pray..
he shakes his head with a disapproving hiss
We mussst put her in a grave, ssshe mussst resst now. Mishjka isss to weak to lift Misssha and i do not know where they berry their dead in thisss placsse.
He gently strokes Misha's feathered head with a calm look in his glowing eyes
Find Misssha's hatchling, then we berry her...
Sssari continued to hold onto Misha tightly, taking no notice of the deathly letter as it slowly drifted down next to him, its damp paper laying loosely on the ground. Sssari's head turned blindly to the sound of the other lizard's words, meeting his eyes with a look of sorrow, madness showing through even then. Sssari repeated himself once again, his words being said over and over, growing softer with each coming of the question, "What happ-happened to Misha? What happened? Tell Sssari...wha...wha happened. You mus..." Sssari's mouth hung open, what little words he caught from the lizard began to register in his mind, he looked away, and mumbled profusely, "Hatchling....Hatchling?" He gave a long stare at Misha, before shaking her with sighs of anger, "Where Missari?!? You no hurt her did you?" He looked around strangely, expecting to see the little lizardess crawling around nearby, his actions quite pathetic, even himself knew this, but he subconsciously couldn't bring himself to care about anything beside his dead mate. The lapse in mourning led to a reprise in his anguish, weeping pitifully once more, unable to act or think.
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Each beat of his heart was met with a stinging pain of guilt and sorrow.
He finally spoke in an unsettling voice often cracking and pausing,
"..Sssari, j-judging by the severity of...err... her wounds. *pause* She...she must have fallen....uh... from a
rather high-voice cracks- distance. *pause* It...it doesn't look like....uhhm... that she was drug here.... so..."
*Eli points to the rampart of the east gate of Troll's Bane with an unsteady hand that fleetingly falls back to his side afterward. He tries to speak again but the words vanish into the painful depths of his guilt. It hurt to swallow and he couldn't even reach his hand out to get the note drifting against Sssari's leg. He gritted his teeth, but this time he was thinking how foolish it was of him not to be able to control himself.
Honestly, he was not prepared for this sort of arrival and it completely caught him off guard, but the insanity of his disposition was disconcerting at the least. He couldn't even lift his own hand to procure the letter, how pathetic. The nauseating lurch of his stomach had resurfaced now to replace his guilt and pain. How long would this emotion tide continue to change before he could stem its disastrous effects?
He finally spoke in an unsettling voice often cracking and pausing,
"..Sssari, j-judging by the severity of...err... her wounds. *pause* She...she must have fallen....uh... from a
rather high-voice cracks- distance. *pause* It...it doesn't look like....uhhm... that she was drug here.... so..."
*Eli points to the rampart of the east gate of Troll's Bane with an unsteady hand that fleetingly falls back to his side afterward. He tries to speak again but the words vanish into the painful depths of his guilt. It hurt to swallow and he couldn't even reach his hand out to get the note drifting against Sssari's leg. He gritted his teeth, but this time he was thinking how foolish it was of him not to be able to control himself.
Honestly, he was not prepared for this sort of arrival and it completely caught him off guard, but the insanity of his disposition was disconcerting at the least. He couldn't even lift his own hand to procure the letter, how pathetic. The nauseating lurch of his stomach had resurfaced now to replace his guilt and pain. How long would this emotion tide continue to change before he could stem its disastrous effects?
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Misjka looks confused at the two in mourning, his eyes darting back and forth between the two
We ssshall find out whom hasss her hatchling, but we need to bury the dead firssst.
He again attempts to roll Misha over on her back hissing and growling as each push drains him of what little strength he had left. He finally gives up, kneeling by Misha's body he looks up at Sssari
would you mind helping an elder with the tasssk of carrying the dead to itsss final resssting placsse?
his eyes darts over to the human, he speaks calmly allthough every movement of his hands exposes his impatience with the two
Hu-man, would you be ssso kind and help usss with thisss tasssk?or do i need to find sssomeone capable of handling sssituationsss like thisss..?
his eyes narrow as he spits out the last words with a annoyed tone and returns his attention to Sssari waiting for his reply
We ssshall find out whom hasss her hatchling, but we need to bury the dead firssst.
He again attempts to roll Misha over on her back hissing and growling as each push drains him of what little strength he had left. He finally gives up, kneeling by Misha's body he looks up at Sssari
would you mind helping an elder with the tasssk of carrying the dead to itsss final resssting placsse?
his eyes darts over to the human, he speaks calmly allthough every movement of his hands exposes his impatience with the two
Hu-man, would you be ssso kind and help usss with thisss tasssk?or do i need to find sssomeone capable of handling sssituationsss like thisss..?
his eyes narrow as he spits out the last words with a annoyed tone and returns his attention to Sssari waiting for his reply
Sssari's voice is a growl steeped in anger and stubbornness, "Bury? Me no bury Misha! No no no! Sssari won't. She still fine." His eyes flicker from Eli to the lizard sporadically, but he finally gives in. His head hangs low as he speaks slowly to them both. "W...we...bury Misha...den we find Misssari....yes" Sssari took another fleeting look at Misha before getting to his feet, and turning his back to the two. Almost as if waiting, he waves his arms about frantically, while keeping his eyes firmly pointed ahead.
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with a reluctant heart and shaky hands Eli does as Sssari and the other Lizard requested
It was of no concern that the unknown Lizard was too old to help lift Misha's body and Sssari refused to altogether. Eli was more then capable of getting the massive bulk of Misha to the desired location. However, at the moment his mind was distraught with grief making it hard to focus.
Instead he detered his mind for a moment to mediatate and regain his wits. Thinking of Kaila and his son was always the first thing he did regardless, so just the whisper of Kaila's sweet name on his lips calmed him tremendously. Next he thought of his growing son Darren and how proud he was everytime he looked at him. In a matter of moments he found himself centered and responsive. They wanted Misha moved and that was just what he was going to do. He would let Sssari find a quiet resting place so he could give his last farewells to his beloved Misha.
Suddenly, without warning Eli rises from his kneeling position and brushes back his robes and procures his wand from his pocket. With just a swish and a couple of flicks a gust of wind swirls around Misha's massive frame and as if a thousand hands were holding her she rises. Keeping his concentration was easier then expected because he wanted to make sure he did not drop Misha. Mutter the same incantation over and over again he looks to Sssari's back and speaks quickly,
"Where would you like to go Sssari?"
It was of no concern that the unknown Lizard was too old to help lift Misha's body and Sssari refused to altogether. Eli was more then capable of getting the massive bulk of Misha to the desired location. However, at the moment his mind was distraught with grief making it hard to focus.
Instead he detered his mind for a moment to mediatate and regain his wits. Thinking of Kaila and his son was always the first thing he did regardless, so just the whisper of Kaila's sweet name on his lips calmed him tremendously. Next he thought of his growing son Darren and how proud he was everytime he looked at him. In a matter of moments he found himself centered and responsive. They wanted Misha moved and that was just what he was going to do. He would let Sssari find a quiet resting place so he could give his last farewells to his beloved Misha.
Suddenly, without warning Eli rises from his kneeling position and brushes back his robes and procures his wand from his pocket. With just a swish and a couple of flicks a gust of wind swirls around Misha's massive frame and as if a thousand hands were holding her she rises. Keeping his concentration was easier then expected because he wanted to make sure he did not drop Misha. Mutter the same incantation over and over again he looks to Sssari's back and speaks quickly,
"Where would you like to go Sssari?"
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with a reluctant heart and shaky hands Eli does as Sssari and the other Lizard requested
It was of no concern that the unknown Lizard was too old to help lift Misha's body and Sssari refused to altogether. Eli was more then capable of getting the massive bulk of Misha to the desired location. However, at the moment his mind was distraught with grief making it hard to focus.
Instead he detered his mind for a moment to mediatate and regain his wits. Thinking of Kaila and his son was always the first thing he did regardless, so just the whisper of Kaila's sweet name on his lips calmed him tremendously. Next he thought of his growing son Darren and how proud he was everytime he looked at him. In a matter of moments he found himself centered and responsive. They wanted Misha moved and that was just what he was going to do. He would let Sssari find a quiet resting place so he could give his last farewells to his beloved Misha.
Suddenly, without warning Eli rises from his kneeling position and brushes back his robes and procures his wand from his pocket. With just a swish and a couple of flicks a gust of wind swirls around Misha's massive frame and as if a thousand hands were holding her she rises. Keeping his concentration was easier then expected because he wanted to make sure he did not drop Misha. Mutter the same incantation over and over again he looks to Sssari's back and speaks quickly,
"Where would you like to go Sssari?"
It was of no concern that the unknown Lizard was too old to help lift Misha's body and Sssari refused to altogether. Eli was more then capable of getting the massive bulk of Misha to the desired location. However, at the moment his mind was distraught with grief making it hard to focus.
Instead he detered his mind for a moment to mediatate and regain his wits. Thinking of Kaila and his son was always the first thing he did regardless, so just the whisper of Kaila's sweet name on his lips calmed him tremendously. Next he thought of his growing son Darren and how proud he was everytime he looked at him. In a matter of moments he found himself centered and responsive. They wanted Misha moved and that was just what he was going to do. He would let Sssari find a quiet resting place so he could give his last farewells to his beloved Misha.
Suddenly, without warning Eli rises from his kneeling position and brushes back his robes and procures his wand from his pocket. With just a swish and a couple of flicks a gust of wind swirls around Misha's massive frame and as if a thousand hands were holding her she rises. Keeping his concentration was easier then expected because he wanted to make sure he did not drop Misha. Mutter the same incantation over and over again he looks to Sssari's back and speaks quickly,
"Where would you like to go Sssari?"
Without looking, and without acknowledging Eli, Sssari stumbled off, his back bent as if the grief in the air was pushing down upon the lizard's feeble body. Gone was any life to his step, or even the optimism of finally making it home, gone was the wandering eyes, and the slightly perked ear flaps, gone was feeling, and gone was his hold on the moment, his wandering slowly moved through Troll's Bane, up, over the bridge, down off the bridge, out the southern gates, and past the spot he had fished so many times before, following the path along the shore of the lake Adron, he came to the edge of the Western Woods. There stood a withered old tree, slightly detached from the rest of the pines, dignified in its height and age. Sssari simply bowed his head for a moment, and turns away from the tree, noticing the worn cravings of loves old, he muttered softly, "Here." Holding his snout now with his hands, he sulked off a few feet, unable to stand near the old memories of the tree any longer.
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All that may become a man can crumble under the weight of a single straw
Without asking any questions Eli follows Sssari levitating Misha evenly a few feet off the ground. There is a long silence as they cross the barren stretch between where Misha fell and where she will rest. Once arriving to the intended location Eli effortlessly lowers his wand allowing Misha's body to float softly to the ground. Without a word Eli steps over to the designated burial spot and waves his wand over it creating a grave. The earth bends to his will but it takes quite a bit out of him and afterward he rests on a dead tree stump. Looking at the motionless frame once full of life and energy was crippling his heart.
He remembers vividly he skittering to a halt when she would come hastily to his side. How he deeply wished to fulfill her desire to become a full fledged mage. Life was sometimes to demanding even to accomplish a task such as the one Misha wanted. He knew in many ways or possibly entirely that this scenario was his fault. Ironically, the sun was now rising on Misha's cold dead body. The renewal of the day was the ending chapter of a person's life and expectations. The days would continue without remembrance of the soul that now ascended to Cherga. Oh how life was such a fragile thing even more so then the rosebud.
It was times like this that made Eli cherish what he had so much more. All he wanted to do was cling to the frame of his beautiful wife and hear her sweet whispers. How grand it would be to bask in the gurgling giggles of his young son and watch his life blossom. His eyes were cold now as he looked over the scene unable to interpolate what he was seeing. It was like dosing off in your chair while someone was telling a story and waking at the end. Where was all the content between Misha's beginning and end.
This was not the scene he wanted to remember, oh the grief. If he wasn't able to see his better half of comfort soon he would surely descend into misery. Shaking his head once, twice, and even a third did not help remove the depressing thoughts. All he could do was frown and bear it. So he watched and waited for further instructions sometimes looking unknowingly to Misha empty grave.
Without asking any questions Eli follows Sssari levitating Misha evenly a few feet off the ground. There is a long silence as they cross the barren stretch between where Misha fell and where she will rest. Once arriving to the intended location Eli effortlessly lowers his wand allowing Misha's body to float softly to the ground. Without a word Eli steps over to the designated burial spot and waves his wand over it creating a grave. The earth bends to his will but it takes quite a bit out of him and afterward he rests on a dead tree stump. Looking at the motionless frame once full of life and energy was crippling his heart.
He remembers vividly he skittering to a halt when she would come hastily to his side. How he deeply wished to fulfill her desire to become a full fledged mage. Life was sometimes to demanding even to accomplish a task such as the one Misha wanted. He knew in many ways or possibly entirely that this scenario was his fault. Ironically, the sun was now rising on Misha's cold dead body. The renewal of the day was the ending chapter of a person's life and expectations. The days would continue without remembrance of the soul that now ascended to Cherga. Oh how life was such a fragile thing even more so then the rosebud.
It was times like this that made Eli cherish what he had so much more. All he wanted to do was cling to the frame of his beautiful wife and hear her sweet whispers. How grand it would be to bask in the gurgling giggles of his young son and watch his life blossom. His eyes were cold now as he looked over the scene unable to interpolate what he was seeing. It was like dosing off in your chair while someone was telling a story and waking at the end. Where was all the content between Misha's beginning and end.
This was not the scene he wanted to remember, oh the grief. If he wasn't able to see his better half of comfort soon he would surely descend into misery. Shaking his head once, twice, and even a third did not help remove the depressing thoughts. All he could do was frown and bear it. So he watched and waited for further instructions sometimes looking unknowingly to Misha empty grave.
A time passed, as the new day's sun slowly arcs its way overhead. Sssari started vacantly away from the newly dug grave, only till he knew it was done, and then some, did he turn his head, sneaking a glance at the scene. With a dream like quality, he nodded to Eli knowingly, conveying the wish for him to finish, and then turned his attention back to the forest. Swallowing his guilt in order to delay another breakdown, he stands guard over the small funeral party.
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The End had arrived
Eli met Sssari's gaze and immediately knew what he was unable to speak. The empathy Eli had for Sssari's loss was unsettling, so many times he had been the mourner for his loved ones. Now, it was Sssari who felt the malady of death decaying him from the inside out. Oh, Eli knew so well that chronic infirmity that made even breathing painful. The only way to overcome was to allow the hemorrhage to bleed out all the emotions that were built up. Eli would pray for Sssari's sake for such an outcome. Sssari was a good friend and to that end he walked to Misha's body.
Standing over her was causing him to be weak in the knees, but he ignored the urge to hit his knees again. Instead, he stood over her body and said a short prayer to himself.
"Lord Zhambra patron of friendship and loyalty I call on You today to guide my friend to the afterlife, and may she have the eternal rest deserving. For my friend Sssari, oh Lord, give him the strength to release his sorrows and become a complete person again. Amen"
Slowly, as if his arm weighed a thousand pounds, he raises his wand and muttering a soft incantation. As he swished his wrist slightly Misha's body began to rise and then descended into the darkness of her grave. He hesitated for a moment to summon the dirt that would seal the action forever but after a moment he did just that. The dirt came from all around like a smooth river current and rushed into the open grave. He kept his eyes from seeing the dirt cover Misha and instead elected to position himself where the shadows concealed her. Slowly the cold dirt filled the grave until it was even with the ground around them.
His robes fluttered lavishly in the gentle breeze while his wide brimmed wizard hat shadowed the tears falling. His wand lay limply at his side his fingertips barely holding onto its minuscule weight. He declined his head toward the ground slightly and took a deep breath before turning and walking away leaving the two Lizards and the third dead. Lead feet burdened each step, still he walked on aimless in his direction. The sun was blazing now in all of its morning glory, but his mood was polar opposite.
Eli met Sssari's gaze and immediately knew what he was unable to speak. The empathy Eli had for Sssari's loss was unsettling, so many times he had been the mourner for his loved ones. Now, it was Sssari who felt the malady of death decaying him from the inside out. Oh, Eli knew so well that chronic infirmity that made even breathing painful. The only way to overcome was to allow the hemorrhage to bleed out all the emotions that were built up. Eli would pray for Sssari's sake for such an outcome. Sssari was a good friend and to that end he walked to Misha's body.
Standing over her was causing him to be weak in the knees, but he ignored the urge to hit his knees again. Instead, he stood over her body and said a short prayer to himself.
"Lord Zhambra patron of friendship and loyalty I call on You today to guide my friend to the afterlife, and may she have the eternal rest deserving. For my friend Sssari, oh Lord, give him the strength to release his sorrows and become a complete person again. Amen"
Slowly, as if his arm weighed a thousand pounds, he raises his wand and muttering a soft incantation. As he swished his wrist slightly Misha's body began to rise and then descended into the darkness of her grave. He hesitated for a moment to summon the dirt that would seal the action forever but after a moment he did just that. The dirt came from all around like a smooth river current and rushed into the open grave. He kept his eyes from seeing the dirt cover Misha and instead elected to position himself where the shadows concealed her. Slowly the cold dirt filled the grave until it was even with the ground around them.
His robes fluttered lavishly in the gentle breeze while his wide brimmed wizard hat shadowed the tears falling. His wand lay limply at his side his fingertips barely holding onto its minuscule weight. He declined his head toward the ground slightly and took a deep breath before turning and walking away leaving the two Lizards and the third dead. Lead feet burdened each step, still he walked on aimless in his direction. The sun was blazing now in all of its morning glory, but his mood was polar opposite.
Sssari's incomprehensible grief loomed over his mind, the unbearable thought of what lay ahead plagued his very soul. Everything. Everything he had worked for, was for Misha, all for naught, he couldn't look at the grave, he couldn't think of the world, of his place in it now. The dark colors of late afternoon set in on him, and with time, he became disillusioned with the world. That last will and testament he longed for, from anyone, from ANYTHING, wouldn't come, no matter how long he waited, or begged for, cried for, SCREAMED for. The seeds of blame had already been planted, he blamed the gods above all, but not far from them, did Sssari have his mind set on Eli, and his hate nearly became uncontrollable, clawing at the very ground he was now laying on, a snarling mess of a person. With time, he rocked himself to sleep, draped where only a few feet down lay his dead lover, forever. Never had Sssari felt such loneliness in the world, the justice he had learned from a dead friend never seemed as cruel as that day, and the thought of living seemed like a chore for the first time in his life...
Morning came once more, but the darkly mood still held tightly to Sssari. He had slept, greedily, and knowingly, that his daughter was out in the world somewhere. He had let it slip from his mind. But he had little time for self-loathing. Summoning himself up the minimal strength to raise to his feet, he walked back to town to begin his search, to find the only thing he thought made living worthwhile. As if by some cruel supernatural humor, Sssari managed a dry snicker, thinking as if this was so overarching plan for Misha to get out of taking care of Missari. But soon any signs of a lighthearted nature evaporated as fast as they had surfaced. Sssari walked on...
"...there don't seem to be so many laughs around these days...
Well, what do you expect?
The Comedian is dead."
-Watchmen
Morning came once more, but the darkly mood still held tightly to Sssari. He had slept, greedily, and knowingly, that his daughter was out in the world somewhere. He had let it slip from his mind. But he had little time for self-loathing. Summoning himself up the minimal strength to raise to his feet, he walked back to town to begin his search, to find the only thing he thought made living worthwhile. As if by some cruel supernatural humor, Sssari managed a dry snicker, thinking as if this was so overarching plan for Misha to get out of taking care of Missari. But soon any signs of a lighthearted nature evaporated as fast as they had surfaced. Sssari walked on...
"...there don't seem to be so many laughs around these days...
Well, what do you expect?
The Comedian is dead."
-Watchmen