Author Topic: The assorted bits of Aldrakar Renodin's Life  (Read 70294 times)

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An Rp written by the Player of Ellyn Coquard.  All credits for this Rp go to her.



The days blurred together for a bit. Just a day or so after Rynn's death, another anniversary loomed over her head. As Elly brushed her hair, sitting in her shift, the long angry scar from her shoulder down her side glared at her in the early morning light. Her hand started to tremble and the tears started to flow as the memories flooded back like they were yesterday, and not six years ago...

The ivory brush clattered to the table, only causing her to jump slightly. "Where has the time gone?" she asked her reflection slowly. The tears continued to pour silently down her cheeks. "How many more deaths of friends till this ends?" Six years ago to the day Elly was elected Prime Minister of D'Hara. As the sun rose on the day of the end of the referendum, a battle ensued at the Lighthouse. Most of the battle was still hazy in her mind. Elly remembered a looming figure over Pierre, and watched as he was cut down in front of her eyes. She vaguely recalls rushing to his aid, only to find herself in the middle of something she couldn't escape. Whether it was another blow by Aldrakar that caught her as well as Pierre, she will never know. Wiping her cheeks she shook her head at her reflection. "I never want to know...." she all but whispered. The wound had sliced her shoulder to hip, some spots deeper than others. It was touch and go, almost a month passed until her fever broke and she even opened her eyes. When she did, Rynn was there.. tending to her like a child, barking orders left and right. Thankfully she was not replaced as Prime Minister, and events unfolded as they did. A soft sob caught in her throat. How could a wound like hers keep her on death's door, but allowed Rynn to pull her back, yet Marco and Ulfang couldn't even attempt to pull Rynn back from the stars?

Elly picked up her brush and twisted it in her hands. It wasn't fair... she threw the brush with all her might at the looking glass, shattering it; watching the pieces hit the floor. Her maids rushed in, and with a look Elly sent them scurying away. She didn't need them, she could dress herself. She didn't want them... she wanted to be alone, yet she didn't want to be alone. The rooms had become stiffling for her, and it was almost dusk so she did what she had done the past dawn and dusks before. Donning a simple black gown, she left her hair down loose she made her way to the pier. Every dawn and dusk her ritual was the same. Kleio had brought a letter from Sholan saying he was on his way by sea, but the seas had been rough as of late. "I cannot stomach another loss," she lifted her face up to the stars, not knowing if anyone even cared. Since Rynn's death, she now feared every battle, every report.

As the sun began to set on the horizon, the crimson rays fading lighter as the sun went to sleep in the sea, Elly had watchful eyes out. Wrapping her arms around her knees she prayed and hoped that this visit to the pier would give her what she wanted, to make it so she wasn't alone... all she needed right now was him.