Three month later...
She was back again in her beloved Varshikar.
Her illness ended with the return of Silas and like him her strength returned slowly, although the deep bonding to Silas had nearly cost her own life.
She already felt the searching eyes of Negros, he sensed her growing power, felt it plainly.
Was she ready? Were her friends ready? Ready for the last fight?
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Gryphius - Thoughts and Life of a bard
Thus it had happened at last: The moment he had feared to come so long was finally there - it was all over, no longer Gryphius and Aleytys were a couple. Both of them had seen it coming, their differences had grown larger, but still, Gryphius refused to accept it. But now, she finally had made the first step, taking all of her courage, and did what deemed her necessary. As she claimed, the horrible sickness, under which she had suffered so long, was responsible for her affection to dry out. And indeed: The one final attempt to come close to her, sending a soft breeze on her lips, was doomed to carry no fruits. There was nothing more - her fire and her passion...appeared to be consumed her from within, replaced with cold.
For a long time they sat down on the tiny island, westwards the Seahorse. Bitterness filled the air, and it was obvious that both of them beared the strong will to cry out in pain. But nothing happened...only this treacherous cold, that sneakingly reached up to grasp for their hearts. Like a thousand stabs with a dagger it felt. And then again: The feeling of guilt. Although no reproaches crossed her lips, Gryphius was unable to hinder his conscience from rising its voice. »What did you do to keep her, Gryphius? Why did you pursue your lust of flesh, instead of staying with her, giving her the words of comfort she needed so dearly! Look at you...how 'rotten' you are!«
No answer he could offer, whilst glittering tears drew their lines his cheeks, as on hers. As one final farewell, he slid his fingertips over the strings of his lute, singing the song he had dedicated to Aleytys long ago - in times in which their love still was fresh seemingly unbreakable. He played, as if there was no tomorrow, and when the lute finally passed into silence...she went away from him - this time for good. After she had passed from his sight, he took the deepest breath he had ever taken, crying out as loud as he could: »Aleytys! Know that a part of mine will love you in eternity! You hear me, it will love you!« Then silence took over. Cold, painful silence.
The roaring waves had withdrawn the sand piece by peace, now leaving behind nothing but bare rocks. Thus the seemingly neverending war against Negros had taken its ultimate sacrifice. Or it was not the war after all? Would...Chiara the next to be, whose destiny he would lead to such fields of sadness?
A forgotten tale from a lost Island - The true story behind Aleytys Lamar
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Re: A forgotten tale from a lost Island - The true story behind Aleytys Lamar
Long, very long, she had hesitated.
She simply wont to admitt that she had lost this love, a love which did seem unbreakable at first
The icy blood from Silas in her veins, the ritual , along with Negros, had claimed another sacrifice from her.
She gave Gryphius his heart back, no longer something should bind him to her, cause she couldn't return the love they once shared.
Who would save her? Wanted she to be saved ?
Maggie told her deep in her heart she would always have the wish for love and to be loved.
But she could only think of two men who peeked her interest, both are gone, both without a farewell.
Perhaps everything was a preparation to her own death?
Perhaps Negros would claim even her life in the end ... ?
She swore to herself she would NOT let down her new homeland, no matter the cost.
Hopeless standing at the sea in the east near Varshikar she felt the memories rushing through.
. . it was cold, so cold . .
She simply wont to admitt that she had lost this love, a love which did seem unbreakable at first
The icy blood from Silas in her veins, the ritual , along with Negros, had claimed another sacrifice from her.
She gave Gryphius his heart back, no longer something should bind him to her, cause she couldn't return the love they once shared.
Who would save her? Wanted she to be saved ?
Maggie told her deep in her heart she would always have the wish for love and to be loved.
But she could only think of two men who peeked her interest, both are gone, both without a farewell.
Perhaps everything was a preparation to her own death?
Perhaps Negros would claim even her life in the end ... ?
She swore to herself she would NOT let down her new homeland, no matter the cost.
Hopeless standing at the sea in the east near Varshikar she felt the memories rushing through.
. . it was cold, so cold . .
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Re: A forgotten tale from a lost Island - The true story behind Aleytys Lamar
Standing on a high rock she looked over the lowlands of Gobaith
Her falcon had delivered the news - the time for the final fight was about to begin
Negros and his foul army stood at the gates of Trolls Bane.
Would she have still time enough to reach all her allies ?
Would it be her death, would the archdemon Negros be able to defeat her ...
And does the bond hold for one last time ?
She was prepared for aynthing, her full pale lips moved in a toneless whisper - did she pray ?
A violent breeze did tuck in her hair and cape ...
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10 hours later
It was over, finally.
Negros was fallen due to his own arrogance.
He had underestimated her, underestimated her possibilities.
The essence had destroyed the portal and the dragon Ancalargos, Bragons son, had paid off its debt, protected Gobaith from certain doom.
He did breathe his holy fire over the armies of Negros
Elara had won, the bond had hold a last time.
A quiet sigh escaped from her oppressed body as she did poke the crackling fire in front of her. Moving closer to the warmth to get rid of the cold
in her body.
She tried to feel something - relief, peace, pride ... but there was nothing left.
It was a numbness, exhaustion, a empty hole.
She had given everything, so much had been taken away from her and not much was given back by the gods, besides the victory.
How had Gryphius said . . *The battle fog lies still over our souls *
Perhaps he was correct, perhaps ...
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THE END OF PART 1 of Aleytys stories
(( ooc.: In the end 75 ! players did fight with Aly or were online, it was awesome. Just need to say that I did live a dream. Building Aly from scratch, making her story and I'm still so grateful for all the support which was given during this first year of Illarion. All the staff members, the players, some are still friends. Thank you to all who made it happen in year 2006 <3 I will always love you all ))
Her falcon had delivered the news - the time for the final fight was about to begin
Negros and his foul army stood at the gates of Trolls Bane.
Would she have still time enough to reach all her allies ?
Would it be her death, would the archdemon Negros be able to defeat her ...
And does the bond hold for one last time ?
She was prepared for aynthing, her full pale lips moved in a toneless whisper - did she pray ?
A violent breeze did tuck in her hair and cape ...
.
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10 hours later
It was over, finally.
Negros was fallen due to his own arrogance.
He had underestimated her, underestimated her possibilities.
The essence had destroyed the portal and the dragon Ancalargos, Bragons son, had paid off its debt, protected Gobaith from certain doom.
He did breathe his holy fire over the armies of Negros
Elara had won, the bond had hold a last time.
A quiet sigh escaped from her oppressed body as she did poke the crackling fire in front of her. Moving closer to the warmth to get rid of the cold
in her body.
She tried to feel something - relief, peace, pride ... but there was nothing left.
It was a numbness, exhaustion, a empty hole.
She had given everything, so much had been taken away from her and not much was given back by the gods, besides the victory.
How had Gryphius said . . *The battle fog lies still over our souls *
Perhaps he was correct, perhaps ...
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THE END OF PART 1 of Aleytys stories
(( ooc.: In the end 75 ! players did fight with Aly or were online, it was awesome. Just need to say that I did live a dream. Building Aly from scratch, making her story and I'm still so grateful for all the support which was given during this first year of Illarion. All the staff members, the players, some are still friends. Thank you to all who made it happen in year 2006 <3 I will always love you all ))