Post by Elinea on Nov 27, 2007 18:57:16 GMT -7
I found some of the stories cached on the internet so this is what I have left from my original writings. As I said in a previous post further down the threads here, I'm not as good as Kev or Alf, but I do try ! Enjoy !! And yes, there's more; I got them in the dungeon and was working to get them out when I lost the site, but here is something to get it going again.
Just a little background here ---- this was my first serious effort at writing in a long time and really, the story that started it all; from a "contest" we had To write our characters 'biography'.This was meant to be a one shot wonder of sorts, but has bloomed into a continuation (or actually a "precontinuation") And quite honestly, I never expected anyone to like my story enough to want hear more. This is Elinea at her 50 seasons mark. She's grown up and in Qeynos. I have it complete and ready to transfer over so you will get a complete story to enjoy
On a personal note here -- I guess I kind of dedicate this to my own father, whom I lost when he was only 58 and I was 22.
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"Peace and quiet --- that's all I need," Elinea thought as she opened up the door to her room.
The hood on her robe that her friend Kaefir called her "battle face" was down; the room dark and still. But something about this day was bothering her--and not just the near miss she and Kae had had earlier in the day. Then she remembered; Kae had made a big thing about it earlier before all the trouble had started.
"Hey, know what day this is?"
"No Kaefir, what day is this, dear? You know Kae, I'm not much of a conversationalist before coffee."
"Oh, that's right, no life before coffee."
Sometimes, Elinea thought,she could be so very exasperating. But then she was a very good templar. And her best friend.
After the laughter had died down in the tavern, she went on.
"Well, we turn fifty seasons today. Did you forget? What's wrong, Eli? That's not bad, be happy! Hey, didn't mean to make you upset---- o-k, Kae, bad subject........"
Elinea hadn't had the heart to explain why the reminder had upset her--besides it wasn't the kind of thing she talked about in a crowded tavern.
Going over to her table, she opened the small drawer on the front. It had one thing inside, the one thing she had tried to forget these past fifty seasons. A note from her father with the instructions to not open it until she was at that magic number.
Now the time had come, and Elinea wasn't sure if she was ready. She had tried to make Qeynos her home as best she could, and now the memories of Felwithe and the last time she was there came back. The night of The Shattering and the attack by the Orcs-- the night her father told her she had to leave and get to Qeynos as fast as she could. The night she left him and her family behind; with no real explaination of why. The letter was pristine and unwrinkled. Written on her father's stationary-- it had the odor of her mother's baked bread-- something she had always thought quite amazing. Opening it up; she read his words and heard his voice again:
My dearest little Elinea,
There are some things you must know, things I couldn't tell you when you left Felwithe-- you were too young to understand. I knew that at fifty seasons you would have seen enough of the world to understand that sometimes there are situations that don't make sense at first. So I asked you to wait till now to read this letter. Let me explain, my dearest little daughter.......
Late yesterday, I had what I can only call a "visitation" from an avatar of Tunare; and received some rather startling information about my daughter's future-- or possible -- future. At first, I didn't believe any of it.........
She told me that my daughter's destiny lay in the human city of Qeynos with humans, and not in Felwithe with her own family.
-------- Please note, my little Eli, your mother knows nothing of what I am telling you and would never understsnd what I did ---- please remember that when you meet her again one day.------
The avatar told me to take my only daughter out to the city gates two nights from then, just before dark-- and tell her to leave Felwithe. Go to Qeynos as fast as she could get there. Believe me, my daughter, I did not intend to do that. Then an amazing thing happened; something I am sure was against some code that our gods must have.
I was shown a part of your future and told something about you I never suspected. You are, dear Elinea, what is called a "natural caster" just as your Great Grandmother Einelinea was. A caster, if trained well, that could potentiallly be very strong and have great power. Not the kind of young person one needs to have fall into evil hands at such an early age.
There are people who would like to use you, and your gift, for their own evil agendas and plans. (I am sure, by now, you've had the chance to see them.) Apparently, they too, knew of a young girl in Felwithe with this gift. Your best hope of staying clear of them was to leave before they knew you were gone.
Then I had the honor of being shown my dear little Eli-- all grown up--- in a wizard's robe---- in Freeport fighting the evil that ruled there. A powerful wizard up on a hill with her templar companion taking on gnolls and giants. And I was very proud of what she had become. Or would become, but only if I let her leave and go to Qeynos.
As if that wasn't enough to let me know, Tunare gave me the last bit of information to finally convince me.
Your Feir'Dal friend that you met in the Faydark that night--- her life depended on yours; as well as vice versa.
You see, your fates were intertwined. If one had been out in the Faydark and the other had not been; the one on the forest was doomed; she would not have lived. I took a leap of faith that the other parent had the same thoughts I did and could not make any other decision than to let their daughter go too.
Together, the two of you form a friendship that sets an example for other Koada'Dal and Feir'Dal to follow. And hopefully one day make us true brothers as we should be.
Elinea's eyes flew open with sudden enlightenment, "Oh, my gosh. He's talking about Kaefir!"
It took a few seconds for the shock of that realization to wear off and she could go on reading :
I am truly sorry to have not been able to tell you these things in person, Eli; but my fate too lies elsewhere, and not in Felwithe.
I am leaving Felwithe and going to Kelethin the same night you are leaving. My duty lies there. The Feir'Dal haven't any wizards to evacuate them out --- your oldest brother is very capable of getting our people out and he also has help. I'm afraid your mother won't understand any of my decisions and I did not have the time to explain them to her.
Be understanding with her, as well as with your brothers. when you meet them. All three of them got out of Felwithe; just as you and I did. But knowledge has a price, as I am sure you have found out by this time. My price was two fold. I could only tell one person the whole truth. I decided that person should be you. Also, our family would be separated for an undisclosed amount of time. If I ever broke these stipulations, there would be a horrible price to pay. Your mother is a strong woman, and together with your brothers, will take care of our people. That is their destiny.
Be patient and never give up, Eli. Know this, I have always loved you and been proud of you, and always will. Be careful my lovely little Elinea. May Tunare watch over you, as she told me she would.
Elinea read the letter again --- tears starting to form in her sky blue eyes. The letter she had been dreading to read all this time was not what she had expected.
A memory interjected itself ---- she was a little girl, and her brothers had been merciless in their teasing that day, when she went crying to her mother.
"They say I'm not big enough to be a wizard and never will be.
I'll never, ever be like my father. They're mean!" And then she burst into bigger tears.
Her mother's weary sigh, "Do you wish to become a wizard like your father someday?"
A nodding of her braided red hair --- and a tear wiped away......
"Then always remember this, Eli -- wizards don't cry-- they can't afford to. Now, dry your tears and go tell your brothers I wish to speak with them; right now."
For a brief moment, the tears quit forming -- the pride of being her father's daughter came back and she fought the tears.
He did it because he loved me. Not because I wasn't good enough. I was good enough, she thought.
Now she understood why she never said anything to her father at the city gates. She did as he told her to do -- and she did not cry. She had always wished to be like her father. Brave and silent.
And she must never tell anyone about the letter. Her father had said what, she thought... reopening the letter, she read again .... "there would be a horrible price to pay". She folded the letter up and put it back safely in it's drawer.
"No one will ever know about this letter, father. No one will ever be told what it said, I promise you. I won't even mention it to Kaefir."
For a brief few minutes, while these thoughts went through her mind, Elinea forgot the tears. But her emotions that had been locked up for so long were not going to be ignored forever.... they started to once again cloud her lovely blue eyes.
Looking out of her stained glass window, very quietly, she whispered to herself -----
"Wizards don't cry, Eli. Wizards don't cry."
But she did.
Unknown to Elinea, not very far from her, in the village of Willow Wood -- Kaefir had just finished reading a letter her father had left her. As brave as she was trying to be, the emotions and memories were just too strong ... and she too cried.
Just a little background here ---- this was my first serious effort at writing in a long time and really, the story that started it all; from a "contest" we had To write our characters 'biography'.This was meant to be a one shot wonder of sorts, but has bloomed into a continuation (or actually a "precontinuation") And quite honestly, I never expected anyone to like my story enough to want hear more. This is Elinea at her 50 seasons mark. She's grown up and in Qeynos. I have it complete and ready to transfer over so you will get a complete story to enjoy
On a personal note here -- I guess I kind of dedicate this to my own father, whom I lost when he was only 58 and I was 22.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Peace and quiet --- that's all I need," Elinea thought as she opened up the door to her room.
The hood on her robe that her friend Kaefir called her "battle face" was down; the room dark and still. But something about this day was bothering her--and not just the near miss she and Kae had had earlier in the day. Then she remembered; Kae had made a big thing about it earlier before all the trouble had started.
"Hey, know what day this is?"
"No Kaefir, what day is this, dear? You know Kae, I'm not much of a conversationalist before coffee."
"Oh, that's right, no life before coffee."
Sometimes, Elinea thought,she could be so very exasperating. But then she was a very good templar. And her best friend.
After the laughter had died down in the tavern, she went on.
"Well, we turn fifty seasons today. Did you forget? What's wrong, Eli? That's not bad, be happy! Hey, didn't mean to make you upset---- o-k, Kae, bad subject........"
Elinea hadn't had the heart to explain why the reminder had upset her--besides it wasn't the kind of thing she talked about in a crowded tavern.
Going over to her table, she opened the small drawer on the front. It had one thing inside, the one thing she had tried to forget these past fifty seasons. A note from her father with the instructions to not open it until she was at that magic number.
Now the time had come, and Elinea wasn't sure if she was ready. She had tried to make Qeynos her home as best she could, and now the memories of Felwithe and the last time she was there came back. The night of The Shattering and the attack by the Orcs-- the night her father told her she had to leave and get to Qeynos as fast as she could. The night she left him and her family behind; with no real explaination of why. The letter was pristine and unwrinkled. Written on her father's stationary-- it had the odor of her mother's baked bread-- something she had always thought quite amazing. Opening it up; she read his words and heard his voice again:
My dearest little Elinea,
There are some things you must know, things I couldn't tell you when you left Felwithe-- you were too young to understand. I knew that at fifty seasons you would have seen enough of the world to understand that sometimes there are situations that don't make sense at first. So I asked you to wait till now to read this letter. Let me explain, my dearest little daughter.......
Late yesterday, I had what I can only call a "visitation" from an avatar of Tunare; and received some rather startling information about my daughter's future-- or possible -- future. At first, I didn't believe any of it.........
She told me that my daughter's destiny lay in the human city of Qeynos with humans, and not in Felwithe with her own family.
-------- Please note, my little Eli, your mother knows nothing of what I am telling you and would never understsnd what I did ---- please remember that when you meet her again one day.------
The avatar told me to take my only daughter out to the city gates two nights from then, just before dark-- and tell her to leave Felwithe. Go to Qeynos as fast as she could get there. Believe me, my daughter, I did not intend to do that. Then an amazing thing happened; something I am sure was against some code that our gods must have.
I was shown a part of your future and told something about you I never suspected. You are, dear Elinea, what is called a "natural caster" just as your Great Grandmother Einelinea was. A caster, if trained well, that could potentiallly be very strong and have great power. Not the kind of young person one needs to have fall into evil hands at such an early age.
There are people who would like to use you, and your gift, for their own evil agendas and plans. (I am sure, by now, you've had the chance to see them.) Apparently, they too, knew of a young girl in Felwithe with this gift. Your best hope of staying clear of them was to leave before they knew you were gone.
Then I had the honor of being shown my dear little Eli-- all grown up--- in a wizard's robe---- in Freeport fighting the evil that ruled there. A powerful wizard up on a hill with her templar companion taking on gnolls and giants. And I was very proud of what she had become. Or would become, but only if I let her leave and go to Qeynos.
As if that wasn't enough to let me know, Tunare gave me the last bit of information to finally convince me.
Your Feir'Dal friend that you met in the Faydark that night--- her life depended on yours; as well as vice versa.
You see, your fates were intertwined. If one had been out in the Faydark and the other had not been; the one on the forest was doomed; she would not have lived. I took a leap of faith that the other parent had the same thoughts I did and could not make any other decision than to let their daughter go too.
Together, the two of you form a friendship that sets an example for other Koada'Dal and Feir'Dal to follow. And hopefully one day make us true brothers as we should be.
Elinea's eyes flew open with sudden enlightenment, "Oh, my gosh. He's talking about Kaefir!"
It took a few seconds for the shock of that realization to wear off and she could go on reading :
I am truly sorry to have not been able to tell you these things in person, Eli; but my fate too lies elsewhere, and not in Felwithe.
I am leaving Felwithe and going to Kelethin the same night you are leaving. My duty lies there. The Feir'Dal haven't any wizards to evacuate them out --- your oldest brother is very capable of getting our people out and he also has help. I'm afraid your mother won't understand any of my decisions and I did not have the time to explain them to her.
Be understanding with her, as well as with your brothers. when you meet them. All three of them got out of Felwithe; just as you and I did. But knowledge has a price, as I am sure you have found out by this time. My price was two fold. I could only tell one person the whole truth. I decided that person should be you. Also, our family would be separated for an undisclosed amount of time. If I ever broke these stipulations, there would be a horrible price to pay. Your mother is a strong woman, and together with your brothers, will take care of our people. That is their destiny.
Be patient and never give up, Eli. Know this, I have always loved you and been proud of you, and always will. Be careful my lovely little Elinea. May Tunare watch over you, as she told me she would.
Elinea read the letter again --- tears starting to form in her sky blue eyes. The letter she had been dreading to read all this time was not what she had expected.
A memory interjected itself ---- she was a little girl, and her brothers had been merciless in their teasing that day, when she went crying to her mother.
"They say I'm not big enough to be a wizard and never will be.
I'll never, ever be like my father. They're mean!" And then she burst into bigger tears.
Her mother's weary sigh, "Do you wish to become a wizard like your father someday?"
A nodding of her braided red hair --- and a tear wiped away......
"Then always remember this, Eli -- wizards don't cry-- they can't afford to. Now, dry your tears and go tell your brothers I wish to speak with them; right now."
For a brief moment, the tears quit forming -- the pride of being her father's daughter came back and she fought the tears.
He did it because he loved me. Not because I wasn't good enough. I was good enough, she thought.
Now she understood why she never said anything to her father at the city gates. She did as he told her to do -- and she did not cry. She had always wished to be like her father. Brave and silent.
And she must never tell anyone about the letter. Her father had said what, she thought... reopening the letter, she read again .... "there would be a horrible price to pay". She folded the letter up and put it back safely in it's drawer.
"No one will ever know about this letter, father. No one will ever be told what it said, I promise you. I won't even mention it to Kaefir."
For a brief few minutes, while these thoughts went through her mind, Elinea forgot the tears. But her emotions that had been locked up for so long were not going to be ignored forever.... they started to once again cloud her lovely blue eyes.
Looking out of her stained glass window, very quietly, she whispered to herself -----
"Wizards don't cry, Eli. Wizards don't cry."
But she did.
Unknown to Elinea, not very far from her, in the village of Willow Wood -- Kaefir had just finished reading a letter her father had left her. As brave as she was trying to be, the emotions and memories were just too strong ... and she too cried.