Light vs. Dark: Torn Asunder
Elessaria woke up the next morning feeling as if she had been kicked in the stomach by an angry stallion and with each hour that passed, not only did the stabs of pain become more frequent, but the nausea increased as well. The petite elf wondered if her sick headache had moved from her head only to take up residence in her abdomen. She could no longer brush off these symptoms as simple side effects due to the recent unpredictability of her magic and her inability to use it effectively.
She took a sip of her lukewarm tea as she slowly paced across the room, groaning softly as she caught sight of her pale features, the dark circles beneath her eyes and the general duskiness of her skin. There were two many auras here at the Inn. They threatened to drown her ever y time she dared to sift through them. The empath needed to get some place more quiet where she would have a better opportunity to decipher this mess ; some place with less emotional interference. She grabbed her midnight blue cloak and threw it over a gown of the same deep, shade. At times her petite stature could be useful, and this evening it was. Eless was able to sneak out of the Inn; the color of her garb allowing her to blend with night's falling shadows" only to follow some invisible pull that drew her ever closer to the shores of RhyDin.
A storm was beginning to form over the sea. The clouds roiling angrily across the already darkening sky that signaled the arrival of dusk. Elessaria blindly made her way, grateful she no longer had to concern herself with the zombies, until she felt the cool sand beneath her bare feet. She blinked rapidly, brushing the wind blown hair from her eyes when she realized where she ended up; yet she still did not know why. Her smooth skin crawled with a chill simultaneously with the growing energy of the storm. She ran through a mental check list of her friends and dear ones, vainly trying to remember who she saw or heard about earlier today and who she hadn't.
At the same time a lightening bolt crashed into the water, and the diminutive elf was slammed to her knees by an emotional blast more intense than the one that assaulted her a few weeks prior when her magical portal imploded. The blue flames flared and surged wildly in her unseeing eyes. The Lady Fire of Evandar only barely sensed the sea's water swirling around her kneeling form and the rising waves soaked the elven silks, causing them to cling wetly to her like strips of dark seaweed. The wind and waves buffeted Eless" fragile form and somewhere deep within her the elf's instinct for survival caught flame. Reflexes solely in control, the mage drew mana recklessly from the emotional maelstrom and wrestled wild surges of it from the raging storm as well. Blue flames flared from her center in a dizzying spiral that spun clockwise while her corporeal form violently whiled in the opposite direction.
Eless was immune to the chaos surrounding her. The deafening thunder claps were faintly audible as an entirely new set of nightmares flooded through her mindscape. The violence was palpable; the sorrow overwhelming. Eless was once more drowning in a sea of memories" this time, however, their captive was not their owner. Disease, fear, clerics, battles, loves won, loves lost....most of the faces belonged to strangers....a few seemed familiar...
And then the red rains began to fall, tiny droplets at first. A drizzle that rapidly turned into a steady downpour that thundered down. Elessaria could feel the sticky warmth fall on her face; she could taste it. Its singular, unique taste: the taste of blood. And as her vision became clouded by broad crimson strokes, the empath bore witness on a torrent of emotion of a fallen figure, dragged through a murky swath of scarlet and brown into the coming of Darkness. Within the funnel of magical blue flames, and the sea's swirling, silvery spray, The Servant of the Light desperately stretched herself, reaching out with her essence as the Dark engulfed her.
~I saw your teardrops, and I heard you cry All you need is time Seek me and you shall find You have everything and you're still alone It don't have to be this way Let me show you a better day
Oh and then you will see The morning will come And all of your days will be bright as the sun All of your fears Just cast them on me How can I make you see"
I'll be your cloud up in the sky I'll be your shoulder when you cry I'll hear your voices when you call me I am your Angel
And when all hope is gone, I'm near No matter how far you are, I'm near It makes no difference who you are I am your Angel~ "I'm Your Angel" -Written by R. Kelly
Elessaria woke up the next morning feeling as if she had been kicked in the stomach by an angry stallion and with each hour that passed, not only did the stabs of pain become more frequent, but the nausea increased as well. The petite elf wondered if her sick headache had moved from her head only to take up residence in her abdomen. She could no longer brush off these symptoms as simple side effects due to the recent unpredictability of her magic and her inability to use it effectively.
She took a sip of her lukewarm tea as she slowly paced across the room, groaning softly as she caught sight of her pale features, the dark circles beneath her eyes and the general duskiness of her skin. There were two many auras here at the Inn. They threatened to drown her ever y time she dared to sift through them. The empath needed to get some place more quiet where she would have a better opportunity to decipher this mess ; some place with less emotional interference. She grabbed her midnight blue cloak and threw it over a gown of the same deep, shade. At times her petite stature could be useful, and this evening it was. Eless was able to sneak out of the Inn; the color of her garb allowing her to blend with night's falling shadows" only to follow some invisible pull that drew her ever closer to the shores of RhyDin.
A storm was beginning to form over the sea. The clouds roiling angrily across the already darkening sky that signaled the arrival of dusk. Elessaria blindly made her way, grateful she no longer had to concern herself with the zombies, until she felt the cool sand beneath her bare feet. She blinked rapidly, brushing the wind blown hair from her eyes when she realized where she ended up; yet she still did not know why. Her smooth skin crawled with a chill simultaneously with the growing energy of the storm. She ran through a mental check list of her friends and dear ones, vainly trying to remember who she saw or heard about earlier today and who she hadn't.
At the same time a lightening bolt crashed into the water, and the diminutive elf was slammed to her knees by an emotional blast more intense than the one that assaulted her a few weeks prior when her magical portal imploded. The blue flames flared and surged wildly in her unseeing eyes. The Lady Fire of Evandar only barely sensed the sea's water swirling around her kneeling form and the rising waves soaked the elven silks, causing them to cling wetly to her like strips of dark seaweed. The wind and waves buffeted Eless" fragile form and somewhere deep within her the elf's instinct for survival caught flame. Reflexes solely in control, the mage drew mana recklessly from the emotional maelstrom and wrestled wild surges of it from the raging storm as well. Blue flames flared from her center in a dizzying spiral that spun clockwise while her corporeal form violently whiled in the opposite direction.
Eless was immune to the chaos surrounding her. The deafening thunder claps were faintly audible as an entirely new set of nightmares flooded through her mindscape. The violence was palpable; the sorrow overwhelming. Eless was once more drowning in a sea of memories" this time, however, their captive was not their owner. Disease, fear, clerics, battles, loves won, loves lost....most of the faces belonged to strangers....a few seemed familiar...
And then the red rains began to fall, tiny droplets at first. A drizzle that rapidly turned into a steady downpour that thundered down. Elessaria could feel the sticky warmth fall on her face; she could taste it. Its singular, unique taste: the taste of blood. And as her vision became clouded by broad crimson strokes, the empath bore witness on a torrent of emotion of a fallen figure, dragged through a murky swath of scarlet and brown into the coming of Darkness. Within the funnel of magical blue flames, and the sea's swirling, silvery spray, The Servant of the Light desperately stretched herself, reaching out with her essence as the Dark engulfed her.
~I saw your teardrops, and I heard you cry All you need is time Seek me and you shall find You have everything and you're still alone It don't have to be this way Let me show you a better day
Oh and then you will see The morning will come And all of your days will be bright as the sun All of your fears Just cast them on me How can I make you see"
I'll be your cloud up in the sky I'll be your shoulder when you cry I'll hear your voices when you call me I am your Angel
And when all hope is gone, I'm near No matter how far you are, I'm near It makes no difference who you are I am your Angel~ "I'm Your Angel" -Written by R. Kelly