Post by ValerieRose on Jan 3, 2009 8:23:08 GMT -8
((Because I felt inspired, here's the story of my SpellHowler. The first posts are more explanatory, but I won't mind having interactions once the first explanations are done! Actually, I'd welcome them if any of you want to interact with me in this thread!)
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"You'll never be normal. You'll never live a normal life. Your beauty, you'll be condemned to have it for eternity. Your youth will remain with you for the rest of your long days. What was supposed to be a blessing will become your curse. Because you refused to share it with me..."
The words echoed through her mind like a cruel symphony. How well she knew the meaning of it now, and how little she realized, back then, the impact it could have in her life. She thought he was a lunatic, which happened to be true; yet, she couldn't understand the reasoning behind his words. She didn't believe it, at first. It was just a bluff, she thought. He's not powerful enough to put such a curse on anyone.
Later, her mind understood it perfectly how wrong she had been. When she died. The first time.
A sunny day outside her Dark Forest, close to the beautiful waterfall that divided the two Elven regions. How many times she had looked at the beautiful green trees on the forbidden side and longed to see them closer, to touch the green leaves, smell the flowers. Her curiosity had gotten hold of her more than once; although she never dared to cross the other side. She knew about the wars between the two races. She knew about the tales of her own Goddess and how her race had been condemned to darkness. The hatred between her race and theirs.
But in her young, innocent mind, all she wanted was to feel how the touch of the green, bright grass felt against her greyish-blue skin.
She looked at the other side, tentatively. Daring to step forward, she looked around. The Elven sentinels didn’t seem to be around. She walked slowly, hesitantly, until her bare feet stood on the bright green grass of the Elven territory. She had stripped herself of any armor to swim towards the waterfall, and her damp hair and wet skin were longing for the bright sun she would find on the other side. She loved her home village and the dark forest, it was part of who she was; Yet, in that particular moment, the colors of the Elven Forest were to her like a page of a book she had never read.
The young Dark Elven mystic ran as fast as her feet would allow her, her naked form taking in the breeze that touched her skin and caressed her hair. She touched the trees, smelled the flowers along the way. The array of colors and details was new to her dark eyes, and she wondered how their own forest looked like before being cursed. The sensations she felt that afternoon would linger forever in her mind. Being free and careless like a gust of wind she was only beginning to learn how to control. She took in every smell, every color, every animal that passed her by…
…Then a sharp, deep pain across her chest.
Pain? No, there was no place for pain. The beautiful landscape of the Elven Village shouldn’t bring pain. But the pain wouldn’t go away, it started deepening instead. Sharper, stronger, until the air seemed to not reach her lungs anymore. She slowly took a hand to her chest and felt the blood flowing, staining her hands. Struggling to move the hands a little more, she then could feel it. The arrow, the source of the pain as she collapsed to her knees. She struggled to try and keep her eyes open, but it was stronger than her. It was life forcing itself out of her body.
Mother, take me with you. My time has come.
She would never forget the terribly painful sensation of having life slowly flowing away. She would never forget the pain that came with death. The Elven Sentinel left, knowing he’d done his duty as he should have. And the beautiful Dark Elven girl awaited her death. If that had been the time Shilen chose to have her soul back, she’d welcome it.
But death never came.
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"You'll never be normal. You'll never live a normal life. Your beauty, you'll be condemned to have it for eternity. Your youth will remain with you for the rest of your long days. What was supposed to be a blessing will become your curse. Because you refused to share it with me..."
The words echoed through her mind like a cruel symphony. How well she knew the meaning of it now, and how little she realized, back then, the impact it could have in her life. She thought he was a lunatic, which happened to be true; yet, she couldn't understand the reasoning behind his words. She didn't believe it, at first. It was just a bluff, she thought. He's not powerful enough to put such a curse on anyone.
Later, her mind understood it perfectly how wrong she had been. When she died. The first time.
A sunny day outside her Dark Forest, close to the beautiful waterfall that divided the two Elven regions. How many times she had looked at the beautiful green trees on the forbidden side and longed to see them closer, to touch the green leaves, smell the flowers. Her curiosity had gotten hold of her more than once; although she never dared to cross the other side. She knew about the wars between the two races. She knew about the tales of her own Goddess and how her race had been condemned to darkness. The hatred between her race and theirs.
But in her young, innocent mind, all she wanted was to feel how the touch of the green, bright grass felt against her greyish-blue skin.
She looked at the other side, tentatively. Daring to step forward, she looked around. The Elven sentinels didn’t seem to be around. She walked slowly, hesitantly, until her bare feet stood on the bright green grass of the Elven territory. She had stripped herself of any armor to swim towards the waterfall, and her damp hair and wet skin were longing for the bright sun she would find on the other side. She loved her home village and the dark forest, it was part of who she was; Yet, in that particular moment, the colors of the Elven Forest were to her like a page of a book she had never read.
The young Dark Elven mystic ran as fast as her feet would allow her, her naked form taking in the breeze that touched her skin and caressed her hair. She touched the trees, smelled the flowers along the way. The array of colors and details was new to her dark eyes, and she wondered how their own forest looked like before being cursed. The sensations she felt that afternoon would linger forever in her mind. Being free and careless like a gust of wind she was only beginning to learn how to control. She took in every smell, every color, every animal that passed her by…
…Then a sharp, deep pain across her chest.
Pain? No, there was no place for pain. The beautiful landscape of the Elven Village shouldn’t bring pain. But the pain wouldn’t go away, it started deepening instead. Sharper, stronger, until the air seemed to not reach her lungs anymore. She slowly took a hand to her chest and felt the blood flowing, staining her hands. Struggling to move the hands a little more, she then could feel it. The arrow, the source of the pain as she collapsed to her knees. She struggled to try and keep her eyes open, but it was stronger than her. It was life forcing itself out of her body.
Mother, take me with you. My time has come.
She would never forget the terribly painful sensation of having life slowly flowing away. She would never forget the pain that came with death. The Elven Sentinel left, knowing he’d done his duty as he should have. And the beautiful Dark Elven girl awaited her death. If that had been the time Shilen chose to have her soul back, she’d welcome it.
But death never came.