| Name | Sleep Gently, Alaizabel | | Author | Taska~Undomiel Clan, Devianne Server | | Submitted / Updated | 08-22-2006 / 08-29-2006 | | Category | Fan Fiction - General | | Description |
The Dark Elven woman stood in the middle of Shillien’s Temple. Her body was trembling of anger… her eyes wet from tears…
“Why Shillien?” she screamed loudly, “Why did you do this? Why do I have to proof my loyalty all the time….”
The priests and servants of the temple stayed out of the way of this woman, for they all knew this was the Yathrin Taska d’Undomiel and no one wanted to anger her even more, before they all knew she was a mystic and her most simple magic could be deadly for them.
“First you take away Jeanne… placed her in a death that looked as a sleep. Giving me hope while there was none…
You made me travel many realms in a search to find aid for her… the one that was bounded to me in your name… and then you took away all hope!”
She raised her voiced even more, but pain and hurt sounded through her words…. accusing she pointed at the large statue of Shillien…
“Then I returned home… here to Aden… here to your Temple…. And then the most beautiful gift was given. Here at my home I found Alaizabel, daughter of Jeanne… her blood…
Life had a meaning again… a reason to fight for… a reason to trust and serve”
Her normally bright green eyes now troubled by tears… she shaked her head in pain…
“Why Shillien? Why Shillien? Why did you have to take Jeanne’s daughter... are our offerings not enough that you need to take your own blood?”
Then she started to wonder why she was here at all… the stupid statue would not answer her and so would Shillien not. She looked from the statue to the priests and servants, one could almost smell their fear…
She bended her head and she knew it was hopeless… she had seen the sleep that looked like death in which Alaizabel rested. She tried all, but nothing could break the sleep…. It was hopeless.
Overwhelmed by her sadness she rushed out of the temple, ignoring all around her. As fast as she could she traveled toward the Undine Waterfalls… she crossed the water into the lands of Light Elves. From there she moved southwards, until she reached a place that is known to a few as Willow Tree…. Tired she sat down on her knees and tears ran unstoppable down her cheeks….
“Slumber gently, Alaizabel…. Slumber in peace… I will guard your resting place….“
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