MementoDei
R.I.P
When she finished the song, Lara wondered if she had ever heard it sung from his voice or even written before they were separated by simple taboos. She covered her face in her hands as she sat down again on the couch she slept in; this was why she didn't like to sleep. Not only it was useless, but it brought back dreams that she was never sure if they were illusions, memories or visions. Seeing a leather-covered book on the corner of a table nearby brought back a flash of her old memories.
He always kept a similar book to record his poems, his songs, anything his creative mind could wrap itself around. For an alchemist, whose souls were so rational and directed towards perfection, he was their foil. He sought to be good at his work, but never stopped worshiping life's big and small wonders with the power of his words. This poem she sang, that she remembered so clearly, in the other hand, was fictional. He never wrote something alike, not that she knew of. Lara glanced again at the book and the memories of the few days after Resiam was burnt to the ground returned.
She was, at the time, not controlled by any spell; she even managed to convince Ran and Karis to let her mind free. Around the third day, she believed, she wondered around the deserted streets and discovered a red leather notebook sullied by ashes. She had picked it up and opened it at a random page. The black ink was now greyish due to time's curse of oblivion, but she could read the date written on it: six years ago. After it, the rest of the pages were blank.
Six years ago, she was still battling alongside the knights. Meanwhile, the other dark elves had exiled him from Resiam into Hamel. It was one or the other, and for the dark elves' reputation, they considered that having a possible military commander among them was more valuable. She clenched her fists at the mere reminding of their so called "wise" decision. It was all pointless, his status as an exiled person and relationship with Lara stained her reputation among the human commanders and she had to resign either way.
When he came back to Resiam, in secret, the demons attacked. Not even his noble actions were well-seen in the very end, his death was in vain and the only thing that had survived his existence was the notebook. That had been the trigger of the disaster that would put her town underneath a sea and would condemn all souls to a body of darkness. After that, she had been under the control spell for the rest she could remember, waking up here and there, only to forget who she was until she visited Feita. Even if the underground chapel had been completely overrun by demons, the faint presence of the El had unlocked her memories.
She got up and walked towards the dock, feeling the breeze of the dying night clear her mind from the haunting remembrance she went through instants before. She took a deep breath and the poem resonated in her mind, as if she was still in the dream. She opened her eyes to see the sun faintly rise over the horizon; Bethma was in sight. The deal she had cut with the commander returned to her mind. Right, she was waiting for his answer. Hopefully, he would wake up soon.
After a while, the sound of a door opening disturbed the silent wheeze of the wind. Lara didn't turn back, expecting the new visitor to approach her on his or her own volition.
ChibiSkye
Fume
K
KizayaTaishuro
He always kept a similar book to record his poems, his songs, anything his creative mind could wrap itself around. For an alchemist, whose souls were so rational and directed towards perfection, he was their foil. He sought to be good at his work, but never stopped worshiping life's big and small wonders with the power of his words. This poem she sang, that she remembered so clearly, in the other hand, was fictional. He never wrote something alike, not that she knew of. Lara glanced again at the book and the memories of the few days after Resiam was burnt to the ground returned.
She was, at the time, not controlled by any spell; she even managed to convince Ran and Karis to let her mind free. Around the third day, she believed, she wondered around the deserted streets and discovered a red leather notebook sullied by ashes. She had picked it up and opened it at a random page. The black ink was now greyish due to time's curse of oblivion, but she could read the date written on it: six years ago. After it, the rest of the pages were blank.
Six years ago, she was still battling alongside the knights. Meanwhile, the other dark elves had exiled him from Resiam into Hamel. It was one or the other, and for the dark elves' reputation, they considered that having a possible military commander among them was more valuable. She clenched her fists at the mere reminding of their so called "wise" decision. It was all pointless, his status as an exiled person and relationship with Lara stained her reputation among the human commanders and she had to resign either way.
When he came back to Resiam, in secret, the demons attacked. Not even his noble actions were well-seen in the very end, his death was in vain and the only thing that had survived his existence was the notebook. That had been the trigger of the disaster that would put her town underneath a sea and would condemn all souls to a body of darkness. After that, she had been under the control spell for the rest she could remember, waking up here and there, only to forget who she was until she visited Feita. Even if the underground chapel had been completely overrun by demons, the faint presence of the El had unlocked her memories.
She got up and walked towards the dock, feeling the breeze of the dying night clear her mind from the haunting remembrance she went through instants before. She took a deep breath and the poem resonated in her mind, as if she was still in the dream. She opened her eyes to see the sun faintly rise over the horizon; Bethma was in sight. The deal she had cut with the commander returned to her mind. Right, she was waiting for his answer. Hopefully, he would wake up soon.
After a while, the sound of a door opening disturbed the silent wheeze of the wind. Lara didn't turn back, expecting the new visitor to approach her on his or her own volition.
ChibiSkye
Fume
K
KizayaTaishuro
