For Elune...
[Written in the spirit of The Eternal Champion/Elric/Corum]
Grey wisplike forms gathered and dispersed in the distance, their ethereal forms beckoning at times and retreating at others. "How long have I been here?", she asked herself knowing there would be no reply. She willed her senses to comprehend her surroundings, realizing that her corporeal form was no more. She became unaware of the passage of time, the physicality of anything, even of what or where she was.
"She" existed as a thought, or a grouping of thoughts, a disconnected consciousness flowing aimlessly in this abandoned space for a milennia or a minute, it was unclear as time felt unfathomably nonlinear, but considering this existance that might be normal here. The catatonic state of being was calming, womblike, and insulating. "She" was content.
Periodically in this idyllic existance she felt pulses, or fluctuations in her being, which passed quickly but often brought with them sensations of another awareness. They would pass over her such as an arc of light would brightly illuminate an area and command all attention and then be gone to be forgotten moments later. Until this time.
The light and pulse grew stronger, brighter, and did not end. The light brought emotions and sensations, pain, fear, defiance, helplessness. As the light reached its pinnacle of brightness, searing its message into her essence, she remembered.
She watched a small line trailing in the distance, she watched it so far that her vision blurred trying to see the end of its trail. It grew in size and thickness, it spead wider and longer along the trail, its crimson path seemed to never end. Screaming and writhing in pain, Aleena lay on the field of battle watching her blood spread across the ground impaled on the blade of Sjipzor, herald and templar of Eva. A knight of the faction Nova, the light. Good and compassionate Sjipzor would end Aleena's life quickly and mercifully.
It was how she died, how she knew a brief moment of peace in her tortured existance. "Why have my memories returned?", she felt the thought, and she felt her skin and realized that she must once again have returned to the mortal realm.
She felt the fear grip her again, shaking, sweating, and sick with the omen of rebirth. Slowly a vision presented itself in her narcosis-like state, a second consciousness entered her mind. It conveyed only a brief thought "My daughter, the fight continues. I know you are weary, but I will command you to service once more. You will leave this realm. You have not always been Aleena, as I have not always been Shilen. In the multiverse, I am sometimes known as Elune."
She opened her eyes for the first time, felt the cold cobblestone and grass beneath her body. A tear began to form and slowly ran down her cheek. She stood slowly, shakily, and off balance. "For Elune...", she whispered under her breath and steadied herself and exited the grove in Teldrassil.
[playing wow for the first time ever...should be able to hold me over until Aion imo]
Grey wisplike forms gathered and dispersed in the distance, their ethereal forms beckoning at times and retreating at others. "How long have I been here?", she asked herself knowing there would be no reply. She willed her senses to comprehend her surroundings, realizing that her corporeal form was no more. She became unaware of the passage of time, the physicality of anything, even of what or where she was.
"She" existed as a thought, or a grouping of thoughts, a disconnected consciousness flowing aimlessly in this abandoned space for a milennia or a minute, it was unclear as time felt unfathomably nonlinear, but considering this existance that might be normal here. The catatonic state of being was calming, womblike, and insulating. "She" was content.
Periodically in this idyllic existance she felt pulses, or fluctuations in her being, which passed quickly but often brought with them sensations of another awareness. They would pass over her such as an arc of light would brightly illuminate an area and command all attention and then be gone to be forgotten moments later. Until this time.
The light and pulse grew stronger, brighter, and did not end. The light brought emotions and sensations, pain, fear, defiance, helplessness. As the light reached its pinnacle of brightness, searing its message into her essence, she remembered.
She watched a small line trailing in the distance, she watched it so far that her vision blurred trying to see the end of its trail. It grew in size and thickness, it spead wider and longer along the trail, its crimson path seemed to never end. Screaming and writhing in pain, Aleena lay on the field of battle watching her blood spread across the ground impaled on the blade of Sjipzor, herald and templar of Eva. A knight of the faction Nova, the light. Good and compassionate Sjipzor would end Aleena's life quickly and mercifully.
It was how she died, how she knew a brief moment of peace in her tortured existance. "Why have my memories returned?", she felt the thought, and she felt her skin and realized that she must once again have returned to the mortal realm.
She felt the fear grip her again, shaking, sweating, and sick with the omen of rebirth. Slowly a vision presented itself in her narcosis-like state, a second consciousness entered her mind. It conveyed only a brief thought "My daughter, the fight continues. I know you are weary, but I will command you to service once more. You will leave this realm. You have not always been Aleena, as I have not always been Shilen. In the multiverse, I am sometimes known as Elune."
She opened her eyes for the first time, felt the cold cobblestone and grass beneath her body. A tear began to form and slowly ran down her cheek. She stood slowly, shakily, and off balance. "For Elune...", she whispered under her breath and steadied herself and exited the grove in Teldrassil.
[playing wow for the first time ever...should be able to hold me over until Aion imo]
posted by Aleena at 11:50 AM
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