Silanthras
09-10-2006, 07:18 PM
Death....and Rebirth.
The Death.
Sitting silently by the waters edge, dressed only in his sarong, the very one he wore to his wedding, thinking, murmuring to himself. “How could such a thing happen? How could I have not seen the signs?” He asked himself these questions, over and over as his feet slid slowly into the clear, cool water. His mind replayed the past year, every fight, every disagreement, every moment of love, of bliss, of pure joy. He saw the first time he met her, the sparkle in her eye, the softness, the smell of her hair. He remembered their first night at the pools of Arlitherin, their first night they found love, the night they were married, privately, in a secluded spot. He remembered their vows, and the promises she made. How, by Elune, could he have ever seen such a thing coming to pass, her completely denouncing him, tearing apart their marriage. He remembered the night in Silithus when his anger peaked, slowly encompassing him, taking control, he watched, from inside, unable to stop his actions, his words, the pain that flowed across her face. Unable to face himself any longer, he found himself now at the very pools where their love was christianed. Smiling sadly, he looked down at the small wood frog next to him, speaking softly to him. “You hold many secrets, old friend, you've seen many things happen in this water, and all of the young ones that have passed by, keep one more for me” Tears glistened as they slowly rolled down his cheeks as he slid slowly into the water, looking up into the night sky, wondering, how could he be so cursed to have deserved this. Silanthras held his breath, one last time, feeling his lungs burn hotly as he allowed the cool, calm water into his mouth, passing into nothingness, thoughts of his love lost as he passed into the nether.
The Rebirth.
White light surrounded him as he opened his eyes. Where was he, was this the nether? Surely no place could seem so peacefull. Unable to see, a voice arose, speaking to him softly, the voice of an elven maiden. “Dear Silanthras, what have you done? Have you truly sought to become nothing?” Unable to speak, his mind reached out to the voice. “I am cursed, I do not deserve life, I deserve nothing but darkness and pain, why am I here?” Again the voice spoke to him, from nowhere, but yet everywhere at once, filling his mind, his body. “No, my child, you are not cursed, you are mistaken, smitten by the infatuation of one not fully of our world. She was of the highborne, and used many magicks against you, this is not your destiny, I release you, back into our world, go, the people of Azeroth still need your healing powers my child, go....”
Silanthras awoke with a start, he was in Darnassus again, how did he get here, the last thing he remembered was sliding into the water at the pools, into nothingness, but now he was here, alive and whole. He slowly rubbed his hands across his face, opening his eyes, he noticed something different.... A faint white glow around everything. What had happened, had he been given another chance? He thought back to his love, and realized he no longer hurt, the pain was gone, removed by Elune's grace. Silanthras shook his head slowly, smiling softly as he stood, calling forth his saber. Mounting he gazed at the wonderous city of the Elves, smiling, he set off to find his friends, his true friends, to inform them he had once again, returned to the lands of Azeroth.
(yes I left and came back, bear with me, its my first story)
The Death.
Sitting silently by the waters edge, dressed only in his sarong, the very one he wore to his wedding, thinking, murmuring to himself. “How could such a thing happen? How could I have not seen the signs?” He asked himself these questions, over and over as his feet slid slowly into the clear, cool water. His mind replayed the past year, every fight, every disagreement, every moment of love, of bliss, of pure joy. He saw the first time he met her, the sparkle in her eye, the softness, the smell of her hair. He remembered their first night at the pools of Arlitherin, their first night they found love, the night they were married, privately, in a secluded spot. He remembered their vows, and the promises she made. How, by Elune, could he have ever seen such a thing coming to pass, her completely denouncing him, tearing apart their marriage. He remembered the night in Silithus when his anger peaked, slowly encompassing him, taking control, he watched, from inside, unable to stop his actions, his words, the pain that flowed across her face. Unable to face himself any longer, he found himself now at the very pools where their love was christianed. Smiling sadly, he looked down at the small wood frog next to him, speaking softly to him. “You hold many secrets, old friend, you've seen many things happen in this water, and all of the young ones that have passed by, keep one more for me” Tears glistened as they slowly rolled down his cheeks as he slid slowly into the water, looking up into the night sky, wondering, how could he be so cursed to have deserved this. Silanthras held his breath, one last time, feeling his lungs burn hotly as he allowed the cool, calm water into his mouth, passing into nothingness, thoughts of his love lost as he passed into the nether.
The Rebirth.
White light surrounded him as he opened his eyes. Where was he, was this the nether? Surely no place could seem so peacefull. Unable to see, a voice arose, speaking to him softly, the voice of an elven maiden. “Dear Silanthras, what have you done? Have you truly sought to become nothing?” Unable to speak, his mind reached out to the voice. “I am cursed, I do not deserve life, I deserve nothing but darkness and pain, why am I here?” Again the voice spoke to him, from nowhere, but yet everywhere at once, filling his mind, his body. “No, my child, you are not cursed, you are mistaken, smitten by the infatuation of one not fully of our world. She was of the highborne, and used many magicks against you, this is not your destiny, I release you, back into our world, go, the people of Azeroth still need your healing powers my child, go....”
Silanthras awoke with a start, he was in Darnassus again, how did he get here, the last thing he remembered was sliding into the water at the pools, into nothingness, but now he was here, alive and whole. He slowly rubbed his hands across his face, opening his eyes, he noticed something different.... A faint white glow around everything. What had happened, had he been given another chance? He thought back to his love, and realized he no longer hurt, the pain was gone, removed by Elune's grace. Silanthras shook his head slowly, smiling softly as he stood, calling forth his saber. Mounting he gazed at the wonderous city of the Elves, smiling, he set off to find his friends, his true friends, to inform them he had once again, returned to the lands of Azeroth.
(yes I left and came back, bear with me, its my first story)