Memories...So many memories...
Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 9:32 pm
Aowyn lies wearily on the wet grass near the river, her eyes half-closed. She sighs, her breath misting in the cool air. A cold breeze passes over her skin, calming her, reassuring her. But still she is restless. As she turns, looking at the stars, an image of her dead father flashes through her mind. "There is no hope...The power of my family has failed...Will I fail too? Will I be killed by one closest to me, like my father? Or will I be the one to kill my closest friend? Perhaps I will end up like my poor brother, driven mad by grief and despair...No, there is no hope for me now..." Aowyn sighs again, closing her eyes and slipping into her dreams of childhood...
A small Elven girl runs through the tall grass, laughing and giggling as her older brother runs after her, grinning. He picks her up and whirls her around, making her squeal in delight. The girl's father and mother walk peacefully behind them, smiling, hand-in-hand. The tall, blonde-haired mother has a beautiful smile as she looks at her beloved husband. The father smiles at her, his amber eyes twinkling. The two kiss. The children turn around, laughing, and grin at their parents as they break apart. The girl giggles and runs from her father, who laughs and catches her easily. He hugs her warmly then sets her down. Aowyn, Amear, Androlina, and Janoka...The perfect family.
But in truth...
A small Elven girl sits outside on a rock, watching the river run by. The atmosphere is peaceful, everything seeming the way it should be. Tears run down the girl's face, dropping onto her dark green dress. Suddenly a voice cries out, there is a sound of smashing, and a male elf, slightly older than the young girl, opens the door of the small house behind them, and runs out, slamming it behind him. The miserable girl turns her head to look at him, and he gives her a mournful look in return. The boy sits down on the wet grass beside his sister and watches the river rush past also. Muffled shouts are heard, and more banging and smashing sounds out into the quiet village. A tall female elf with long blonde curls and cruel grey eyes runs out of the house and grabs the small girl by the arm. The girl's brother stands up and begs the mother to let his sister go. The mother ignores him and yells at the girl, telling her it's her fault that everything is going wrong. The girl cries and apologises over and over, sobbing. A tall, handsome elf runs out of the house and grabs the blonde, pulling her away from the child. He tells her to stop taking it out on her, and to go back inside and calm down. The mother glares at him but goes inside quietly. The father cuddles his daughter and son, tears streaming down his face. He tells them it will all get better soon, but they must stop making Mother angry. The three start to walk, taking one last glimpse of the beautiful sunlight before stepping inside the house.
Aowyn's eyes open and tears stream down her face. The moonlight illuminates the river beside her, and she glimpses it before slipping back into darkness.
A small Elven girl runs through the tall grass, laughing and giggling as her older brother runs after her, grinning. He picks her up and whirls her around, making her squeal in delight. The girl's father and mother walk peacefully behind them, smiling, hand-in-hand. The tall, blonde-haired mother has a beautiful smile as she looks at her beloved husband. The father smiles at her, his amber eyes twinkling. The two kiss. The children turn around, laughing, and grin at their parents as they break apart. The girl giggles and runs from her father, who laughs and catches her easily. He hugs her warmly then sets her down. Aowyn, Amear, Androlina, and Janoka...The perfect family.
But in truth...
A small Elven girl sits outside on a rock, watching the river run by. The atmosphere is peaceful, everything seeming the way it should be. Tears run down the girl's face, dropping onto her dark green dress. Suddenly a voice cries out, there is a sound of smashing, and a male elf, slightly older than the young girl, opens the door of the small house behind them, and runs out, slamming it behind him. The miserable girl turns her head to look at him, and he gives her a mournful look in return. The boy sits down on the wet grass beside his sister and watches the river rush past also. Muffled shouts are heard, and more banging and smashing sounds out into the quiet village. A tall female elf with long blonde curls and cruel grey eyes runs out of the house and grabs the small girl by the arm. The girl's brother stands up and begs the mother to let his sister go. The mother ignores him and yells at the girl, telling her it's her fault that everything is going wrong. The girl cries and apologises over and over, sobbing. A tall, handsome elf runs out of the house and grabs the blonde, pulling her away from the child. He tells her to stop taking it out on her, and to go back inside and calm down. The mother glares at him but goes inside quietly. The father cuddles his daughter and son, tears streaming down his face. He tells them it will all get better soon, but they must stop making Mother angry. The three start to walk, taking one last glimpse of the beautiful sunlight before stepping inside the house.
Aowyn's eyes open and tears stream down her face. The moonlight illuminates the river beside her, and she glimpses it before slipping back into darkness.