Elana's (Aelna's) Tales

A refined parchment appeared in one of the cork boards in the campus. It is written with black ink in an exquisite cursive handwriting that some veterans of the university with an amazing memory may recall from some infamous letters. Those with the ability to perceive it will notice some fel energy still emanating from it.

"Unheard Plea

I can feel the cold wind touching my naked skin.
Reminds me of the pleasures of the lack of pain.
Is it that I have done an unforgivable sin?
Has all my fighting and struggle been in vain?

Hope, please don't leave me in this place.
Warmth, do I deserve someone's embrace?
Trust, is there a reason for you to exist?
Love, give me the strength to resist!

Even more doubts; I'm just part of a game.
Maybe I won't be forgiven...
Now the fel shouts; it is calling my name.
Maybe I should just give in...

Hope, please don't leave me in this place.
Warmth, do I deserve someone's embrace?
Trust, is there a reason for me you exist?
Love, give me the strength to resist!

Elana"

((As you would have guessed by now, Elana is Aelna's (Valerie's succubus) pseudonym as a writer. If we are in need of a filler in the Literary Conclave *winks at Garry* or you just want to go on stage and you don't have anything prepared, feel free to use any of the stories that will be posted here. Just make sure it hasn't been used before, and give the proper attribution to the author (Elana).))

Whispers

"Some years ago, the corruption awoke from her slumber,
and her armies marched through the sands.
A desert tainted red with the blood of the brave
was able to hear the beast's howls of pain.

But still, the whispers remained...

The gate was open to a forgotten land
that saw heroes and villains fall like autumn leaves.
The chaos and confusion brought by the one with amber eyes
was not able to darken our spirit.

But still, the whispers remained...

Then, when just the fallen ranger remembered the sins of the prince,
the dead were raised from their tombs guided by the howling winds from the north,
and an ancient psychotic voice filled our thoughts again.
But, in the end, life an sanity prevailed.

But still, the whispers remained...

The earth crumbled under the wings of the Earthwarder,
and the elementals remembered their buried rage.
The Hour of Twilight came near,
but not close enough to find us.

But still, the whispers remained...

The mists cleared out exposing an unknown land
of exotic traditions and ancient corruption.
We were forced to face our emotions;
mistrusting our allies and working with our enemies.

But still, the whispers remained...

A gate, then, opened to a world we had never visited,
but that, nonetheless, we all remembered.
We battled the demons of our past,
and changed the decisions we once made.

But still, the whispers remained...

Now, the never-ending fire has come to our home,
and it has knocked on each one of our doors.
Blood and ashes will fertilize the fields,
and the hope of victory will regrow.

But still, the whispers remain..."

Elana

Golden Life

"A battlefield is like a mine. You are mostly surrounded by darkness, but, in rare occasions, you find gold.

The loud noises that surrounded me silenced the desperate claims of the numerous birds that flew away, as fast as they wings would let them. The clash of swords, axes and maces, the spells traveling through the air and impacting their objective, and the cries of pain were all being spread by the resilient winds of Stormheim, transforming into a terrifying howl.

In the midst of this bloody scene, my sight landed on a pair of brown eyes that were looking at me. But it wasn't the look of a friend or a foe, not even the look used to admire beauty; it was as if he was looking way past my body, as if he was looking at my thoughts and emotions. It felt even more intimate than being naked in front of someone.

But as every intimate experience shared by two persons, it was intimate to both. I was able to see his thoughts. I could see the ritual he always makes out of putting on his armor and praying to the Light so it would give him the strength he needs to overcome the challenges of the battlefield and the mercy he needed to spare the lives who were open to redemption. I could see how he argues with his friend and superior in the Silver Hand about their current stance towards the remnants of the Scarlet Crusade. I could see the doubts that he hasn't been able to cleanse from himself yet.

But I could also feel what he felt. I could feel the love he had for his mother and the pain he felt when he had to leave his home in Lordearon to become a paladin. I could feel the fear he had for the time the battle would come. But, mostly, he feared the day when his faith might fail him and he would be abandoned by the Light.

Finally, I was able to gather my strength and overcome all these sensations that filled me, and walk to him. I kneeled and used two fingers to close his eyes. He deserves to rest now..."

Elana

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