Alivanth
12-11-2007, 05:44 AM
It was a vision that Alivanth remembered many times from his childhood; A place devoid of windows yet filled with plentiful light with books lining it's halls, and experiments of arcane taking place in every conceivable corner. Few were allowed within it's walls, but those who were had both great fear and great respect for the owner gracious enough to let them in. Those who weren't in their jealousy spread notoriety towards it's owners and itself out of jealousy. It was the place Alivanth's family called home; The Darksong Library. The culmination of centuries of study and work, the library was the center stone of the Darksong family. In it's walls, they kept the history of the Quel'dorei along with other knowledge the family had accrued and secured in their many years studying Azeroth. In the years following the destruction of the Sunwell and Silvermoon, Alivanth held dear the memories he had of his family's home and namesake. It was there that his father educated him and raised him into the man he was becoming. It was there that he gained a taste for history and a taste for magic, following his family's tradition of producing brilliant magi. It was there that he lived, ate and slept when not touring the city or abroad with his father recording war.
Like countless other buildings in Silvermoon, he believed that it could not have possibly survived the destruction of the city. He scoured the wreckage himself and had seen firsthand the devastation the Scourge had left in their wake. Countless numbers of his brethren lay dead in the streets, their blood spilled over the streets and walls of what were their homes. They were fortunate, as many more had fallen to undeath and now served the man who ordered their destruction. The once commanding towers and spires that dominated the city's skyline now lay smoldering in the streets, their glory shattered to pieces and spread about like grains of sand. The destruction was a bitter truth that was almost too difficult to swallow. Eventually, however, Alivanth would accept his loss and move on with his life. He had a mission to carry on, as his father wanted him to.
As the city recovered and things finally began to restore themselves to some form of order, the first of the visions began. In his dreams, Alivanth would be back in the library's main hall, where his father and mother would be waiting for him as if time itself had been reversed and the tragedy that struck Silvermoon had never come to pass. It would be a joyous reunion every time the dream happened, never changing in any aspect for many years. Then, one month ago, the dream changed. The library appeared old and nearly forgotten; dust covering every wall and the once proud arcane lamps that lit the halls were dim to the point of being nearly extinguished. And there, sitting in the main hall's desk as if he was waiting for him would be his father, Negrind, calling out to him in a ghostly voice.
"Alivanth... Alivanth... Alivanth, my son..." Negrind spoke softly as if his voice was being hushed by some unforseen force.
"Father? How are... I thought..." Alivanth replied in an akward stutter, his thoughts and the situation before him not making much sense in his mind.
"It relieves me to see you are still alive, Alivanth... and to see that you're maturing into a fine young man." Negrind replied with a soft smile as he layed eyes on his son for the first time since the destruction of the Sunwell and his death.
"But father, how are you speaking to me now? I saw you die in the attack on Silvermoon." Alivanth replied both relieved to see his father yet somewhat scared at the same time.
"I escaped the void to help you reclaim our family's heirloom, my son... It is time for you to claim yourself master of the Darksong Library." Negrind spoke as his expression changed to a more serious one.
"But... The Library... That was destroyed years ago in the attack on the Sunwell. How could I lay claim to something that is destroyed?" Alivanth replied, doubting his father's claims.
"You are wrong, Alivanth," Negrind replied softly, his son taking in his words dumbfounded, "Our library did survive, and is waiting for you to claim your place as it's master."
As Negrind finished his sentence, a vision of Silvermoon flooded Alivanth's mind as he saw images of Eversong Woods flying by him which proceeded into Falconwing Square, then through the ruined streets of Silvermoon to the steps of a large building he recognized as the steps of the library, still standing proudly.
"You must open the door to the library Alivanth, and claim your place as it's master." Negrind commanded.
"But how, father? The library is sealed and the key is broken!" Alivanth asked desperately.
"There is more than one key, Alivanth," Negrind assured his son, "While the key you hold on your hand is indeed broken, there is a second key. A key that is within all who carry the Darksong bloodline." Negrind concluded, as his image began to fade from where he sat at the desk.
"No father, wait! I don't understand! What do you mean!" Alivanth screamed as light began to flood his vision and he awoke in a cold sweat, propelling himself upward from his bed in Tranquillien. Dawn had finally broken the horizon as town's inhabitants began to wake up and prepare for the day. Looking around his room as he got out of bed, Charria had still not awoken yet and continued to sleep peacefully in the other bed, undisturbed by his sudden actions. As he began to dress himself and grab his staff, he pondered the dream and it's meaning as he looked out at the diseased forest.
"That dream... It couldn't have been real, could it?" He pondered to himself as he fastened his belt and began to put on his bracers and gloves. With his curiosity manifesting, he flipped open his tome and flipped to the section he hid within it and unmasked it with a quick wave of his hand, revealing a picture of himself as a boy, standing with his parents in the family's library. Staring at it a minute and remembering his childhood fondly, he gently closed the book, having decided that he needed to see if what he saw in the dream was infact true.
Like countless other buildings in Silvermoon, he believed that it could not have possibly survived the destruction of the city. He scoured the wreckage himself and had seen firsthand the devastation the Scourge had left in their wake. Countless numbers of his brethren lay dead in the streets, their blood spilled over the streets and walls of what were their homes. They were fortunate, as many more had fallen to undeath and now served the man who ordered their destruction. The once commanding towers and spires that dominated the city's skyline now lay smoldering in the streets, their glory shattered to pieces and spread about like grains of sand. The destruction was a bitter truth that was almost too difficult to swallow. Eventually, however, Alivanth would accept his loss and move on with his life. He had a mission to carry on, as his father wanted him to.
As the city recovered and things finally began to restore themselves to some form of order, the first of the visions began. In his dreams, Alivanth would be back in the library's main hall, where his father and mother would be waiting for him as if time itself had been reversed and the tragedy that struck Silvermoon had never come to pass. It would be a joyous reunion every time the dream happened, never changing in any aspect for many years. Then, one month ago, the dream changed. The library appeared old and nearly forgotten; dust covering every wall and the once proud arcane lamps that lit the halls were dim to the point of being nearly extinguished. And there, sitting in the main hall's desk as if he was waiting for him would be his father, Negrind, calling out to him in a ghostly voice.
"Alivanth... Alivanth... Alivanth, my son..." Negrind spoke softly as if his voice was being hushed by some unforseen force.
"Father? How are... I thought..." Alivanth replied in an akward stutter, his thoughts and the situation before him not making much sense in his mind.
"It relieves me to see you are still alive, Alivanth... and to see that you're maturing into a fine young man." Negrind replied with a soft smile as he layed eyes on his son for the first time since the destruction of the Sunwell and his death.
"But father, how are you speaking to me now? I saw you die in the attack on Silvermoon." Alivanth replied both relieved to see his father yet somewhat scared at the same time.
"I escaped the void to help you reclaim our family's heirloom, my son... It is time for you to claim yourself master of the Darksong Library." Negrind spoke as his expression changed to a more serious one.
"But... The Library... That was destroyed years ago in the attack on the Sunwell. How could I lay claim to something that is destroyed?" Alivanth replied, doubting his father's claims.
"You are wrong, Alivanth," Negrind replied softly, his son taking in his words dumbfounded, "Our library did survive, and is waiting for you to claim your place as it's master."
As Negrind finished his sentence, a vision of Silvermoon flooded Alivanth's mind as he saw images of Eversong Woods flying by him which proceeded into Falconwing Square, then through the ruined streets of Silvermoon to the steps of a large building he recognized as the steps of the library, still standing proudly.
"You must open the door to the library Alivanth, and claim your place as it's master." Negrind commanded.
"But how, father? The library is sealed and the key is broken!" Alivanth asked desperately.
"There is more than one key, Alivanth," Negrind assured his son, "While the key you hold on your hand is indeed broken, there is a second key. A key that is within all who carry the Darksong bloodline." Negrind concluded, as his image began to fade from where he sat at the desk.
"No father, wait! I don't understand! What do you mean!" Alivanth screamed as light began to flood his vision and he awoke in a cold sweat, propelling himself upward from his bed in Tranquillien. Dawn had finally broken the horizon as town's inhabitants began to wake up and prepare for the day. Looking around his room as he got out of bed, Charria had still not awoken yet and continued to sleep peacefully in the other bed, undisturbed by his sudden actions. As he began to dress himself and grab his staff, he pondered the dream and it's meaning as he looked out at the diseased forest.
"That dream... It couldn't have been real, could it?" He pondered to himself as he fastened his belt and began to put on his bracers and gloves. With his curiosity manifesting, he flipped open his tome and flipped to the section he hid within it and unmasked it with a quick wave of his hand, revealing a picture of himself as a boy, standing with his parents in the family's library. Staring at it a minute and remembering his childhood fondly, he gently closed the book, having decided that he needed to see if what he saw in the dream was infact true.