Alexa
06-10-07, 12:10 AM
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[Residence of the Anbrienth Family - Eluriand - CP 1803]
It was a beautiful morning out when I awoke, I could feel a light breeze across my cheek as I lay there. Though I could no longer see the light of the sun or the absence of it, but instead a blue and white haze, I knew it was morning by the birds that sung outside my window. Their chirps and croos flew fluidly through my ears, allowing me to relax once again and close my eyes while I sat and thought. I thought about days long past, days where I could see and my flesh wasn't horribly scarred as it is this day. I thought of my contempt for the now disappeared Xem'zûnd and my appreciation toward Devon dan Sabriel for saving me from my horrid fate. It hadn't been so bad though, I was unconcious for most of what Xem'zûnd's master had done to me in the cursed tower. What was truly terrible was the effects that it had on me, I had lost my vision for some time until approached by a scholar of great esteem.
He claimed that he could fix my problem, I had hoped so badly to see again, to be the eccentric Elven girl I had once been. What the end product was though, was not how things had been. They told me that what I could see now was the cold in the environment and anything that was not a shade of blue but rather white, was something that was hot. Among these things included people, animals, and insects. I can see in great detail however, the only thing truly absent is color. The real mystery behind my blessed curse however is the fact that I am still able to read. I could see script and penmanship in the finest detail, this is an anomoly and subject to research amongst the best of Raiaeran scholars.
Presently, my father knocked on the door and startled me a bit. As he opened to door I sat up in my bed and made sure I was covered with the sheets. He looked distressed at the scars on my eyes, I could tell he was looking at them because of his hesitation to speak. He hadn't done that before I was afflicted.
"Father, do not look at me with such sorrow," I said, "I can tell by your hesitation that it pains you to look at my face." I knew this to be true, he longed for his beautiful Elven daughter back, I was more an object to my family than anything. I had always known that, but I accepted it.
"Alexiadra, you know that I do not think such things," my father replied. He walked to the side of my bed and rest his hand lightly on my forearm. "I was just surprised by it, I've spent the last century looking into a different set of eyes." He looked me in the eyes, I could see from the way his head was cocked, that white silhouette that was my father. He exited the room saying only one last thing, "Dear, your breakfast is waiting downstairs, I have word from Devon as well, he sent a letter."
I was shocked.
I couldn't believe that the legendary man who had saved countless lives would single me out and send me a letter. Although he had saved me from the grip of death, he had done so with many others. I got dressed as quickly as I could and rushed downstairs to the dining room where my family was seated, including some of my more distant relatives. In my spot sat a small envelope with the seal of Raiaera on it, signed by Devon. I composed myself, not looking any different, at least I thought so, than I ever had. The stares were coming in my direction though, I could feel it, just the energy that is asserted from awe or suspicion. Surely my family had heard of the accident but I didn't think that they would be so rude as to stare. I just sat down, not acknowledging anyone in particular, I just looked around the table and shifted my gaze to the letter.
Taking it up in my hand, I lightly ran my fingers over the signature of Devon's, a tear barely escaping my eye. It fell lightly on the table, I hated thinking about what would have happened to me if he had not come. I was interrupted in my sorrow.
"Do you need someone to read--" My uncle asked, but I cut him off.
"No!" I said coldly and quickly. I turned the envelope over and quickly opened it, revealing to myself the piece of parchment that was inside of it. I remember the letter clearly.
From the letter to Alexiadra--
Alexiadra Anbrienth,
May I extend to you my feelings of sympathy, your affliction seems to pain you. The loss of sight and the difference you have now must be devasting, I can not imagine. However, I do have news that you may be interested in. Perhaps you have heard of the man Findelfin ap Fingolfin who led the defense of Raiaera.
I must be brief as I have little time, but I thought there a chance that you may like to meet him. The address of his estate is known by many but few venture there, although he is most welcoming to friends of mine, you are one such friend.
May the pantheon grant you guidance,
Devon dan Sabriel
I was absolutely shocked.
[Western Gate - Eluriand - CP 1803 - Three Days Later]
The three days since I first read the letter had been preparing for my trek to Valinatal. I had been advised against it but I would not miss the chance to meet a man of legend and hopefully I could see Devon again in the process. I had never thanked him in full and I felt empty at times for it, but that was not the situation at hand. I had to convince this caravan to take me along and that I could be useful. After about twenty minutes of haggling I finally convinced them to take me along. All I had to do was take a shift carrying a backpack along the way...
[Town Square - Valinatal - CP 1803 - Two Weeks Later]
The trip the Valinatal wasn't bad, we had plenty of rest, no problems, and the carrying of the packs wasn't too bad. Though my legs ached more than usual it wasn't an ache I couldn't bare. We had arrived just in time for an ample amount of sleep. I was allowed to stay in the same inn with the caravan because I had arrived with them, and for free, which was much appreciated. The inn was a nice little place and I got my own room. When I went in there I immediately went to open the two windows that I had, I wanted a breeze instead of the stuffy conditions that would surely develop by morning. I took my clothes off and got into the bed.
I decided that night that I would seek out Findelfin's estate the next day and with that, I slept.
[Residence of the Anbrienth Family - Eluriand - CP 1803]
It was a beautiful morning out when I awoke, I could feel a light breeze across my cheek as I lay there. Though I could no longer see the light of the sun or the absence of it, but instead a blue and white haze, I knew it was morning by the birds that sung outside my window. Their chirps and croos flew fluidly through my ears, allowing me to relax once again and close my eyes while I sat and thought. I thought about days long past, days where I could see and my flesh wasn't horribly scarred as it is this day. I thought of my contempt for the now disappeared Xem'zûnd and my appreciation toward Devon dan Sabriel for saving me from my horrid fate. It hadn't been so bad though, I was unconcious for most of what Xem'zûnd's master had done to me in the cursed tower. What was truly terrible was the effects that it had on me, I had lost my vision for some time until approached by a scholar of great esteem.
He claimed that he could fix my problem, I had hoped so badly to see again, to be the eccentric Elven girl I had once been. What the end product was though, was not how things had been. They told me that what I could see now was the cold in the environment and anything that was not a shade of blue but rather white, was something that was hot. Among these things included people, animals, and insects. I can see in great detail however, the only thing truly absent is color. The real mystery behind my blessed curse however is the fact that I am still able to read. I could see script and penmanship in the finest detail, this is an anomoly and subject to research amongst the best of Raiaeran scholars.
Presently, my father knocked on the door and startled me a bit. As he opened to door I sat up in my bed and made sure I was covered with the sheets. He looked distressed at the scars on my eyes, I could tell he was looking at them because of his hesitation to speak. He hadn't done that before I was afflicted.
"Father, do not look at me with such sorrow," I said, "I can tell by your hesitation that it pains you to look at my face." I knew this to be true, he longed for his beautiful Elven daughter back, I was more an object to my family than anything. I had always known that, but I accepted it.
"Alexiadra, you know that I do not think such things," my father replied. He walked to the side of my bed and rest his hand lightly on my forearm. "I was just surprised by it, I've spent the last century looking into a different set of eyes." He looked me in the eyes, I could see from the way his head was cocked, that white silhouette that was my father. He exited the room saying only one last thing, "Dear, your breakfast is waiting downstairs, I have word from Devon as well, he sent a letter."
I was shocked.
I couldn't believe that the legendary man who had saved countless lives would single me out and send me a letter. Although he had saved me from the grip of death, he had done so with many others. I got dressed as quickly as I could and rushed downstairs to the dining room where my family was seated, including some of my more distant relatives. In my spot sat a small envelope with the seal of Raiaera on it, signed by Devon. I composed myself, not looking any different, at least I thought so, than I ever had. The stares were coming in my direction though, I could feel it, just the energy that is asserted from awe or suspicion. Surely my family had heard of the accident but I didn't think that they would be so rude as to stare. I just sat down, not acknowledging anyone in particular, I just looked around the table and shifted my gaze to the letter.
Taking it up in my hand, I lightly ran my fingers over the signature of Devon's, a tear barely escaping my eye. It fell lightly on the table, I hated thinking about what would have happened to me if he had not come. I was interrupted in my sorrow.
"Do you need someone to read--" My uncle asked, but I cut him off.
"No!" I said coldly and quickly. I turned the envelope over and quickly opened it, revealing to myself the piece of parchment that was inside of it. I remember the letter clearly.
From the letter to Alexiadra--
Alexiadra Anbrienth,
May I extend to you my feelings of sympathy, your affliction seems to pain you. The loss of sight and the difference you have now must be devasting, I can not imagine. However, I do have news that you may be interested in. Perhaps you have heard of the man Findelfin ap Fingolfin who led the defense of Raiaera.
I must be brief as I have little time, but I thought there a chance that you may like to meet him. The address of his estate is known by many but few venture there, although he is most welcoming to friends of mine, you are one such friend.
May the pantheon grant you guidance,
Devon dan Sabriel
I was absolutely shocked.
[Western Gate - Eluriand - CP 1803 - Three Days Later]
The three days since I first read the letter had been preparing for my trek to Valinatal. I had been advised against it but I would not miss the chance to meet a man of legend and hopefully I could see Devon again in the process. I had never thanked him in full and I felt empty at times for it, but that was not the situation at hand. I had to convince this caravan to take me along and that I could be useful. After about twenty minutes of haggling I finally convinced them to take me along. All I had to do was take a shift carrying a backpack along the way...
[Town Square - Valinatal - CP 1803 - Two Weeks Later]
The trip the Valinatal wasn't bad, we had plenty of rest, no problems, and the carrying of the packs wasn't too bad. Though my legs ached more than usual it wasn't an ache I couldn't bare. We had arrived just in time for an ample amount of sleep. I was allowed to stay in the same inn with the caravan because I had arrived with them, and for free, which was much appreciated. The inn was a nice little place and I got my own room. When I went in there I immediately went to open the two windows that I had, I wanted a breeze instead of the stuffy conditions that would surely develop by morning. I took my clothes off and got into the bed.
I decided that night that I would seek out Findelfin's estate the next day and with that, I slept.