Post by erosaf on May 30, 2010 19:08:48 GMT 8
Back to the end of Forces COllide we all go for this sis the sequel
Prologue
Gem POV
This was a whole new world now. There was nothing here that reminded me of the ways that Nuban had been before I killed Lindan Marcos and freed the humans from his unjust rule. Sure my cousins thought that what I had done was wrong but that was the way that they seriously were. After all I deserved that view from them. I had killed their father.
Though Sam understood my reasons for doing what I had, she wished that she had of been able to meet him before that happened. She had no way of telling if the way I had seen the human was the truth or not. Her twin brother, Collin had been telling her many stories about him, but even he knew little about Lindan Marcos.
I however knew a lot about the man. That was because he had been present in my life for a long time and in a way I was glad to be free of my traitorous uncle. That was a man that I seriously had never been able to stand. Always he had been making snide remarks about the way my parents ruled. That he'd have been a better king than Zelphar. As if he did not care that we were the predominant race here in Nuban. Something that would not change until after his long awaited death, me being the one to kill him, and change that.
Lindan Marcos had never liked my father. Only because he had wanted my mother all for himself, but Laura had chosen Zelphar over him. It was something that had irked him until he died. She had been in the right doing so though, a human could never rule the elves. They just did not understand us. Never had the elves stood by when a human loved one of their possible future rulers.
My father though had been more than courteous towards Lindan Marcos. Even allowing the marriage of my mother's sister to the man, though such things were scorned upon by the majority of elves. For Lindan Marcos though, having an enemy being nice to you was not something you would accept. In then end he had gone bad and killed my father, in front of my mother.
That whole scene was something that had caused my mother no small part of grief. There was no coming back for an elf once their partner was slain in battle or by other means. Our hearts simply broke and the one thing we would do before we died shortly after losing our mates, was avenge their deaths. Sadly, my mother had failed and I had been the one to kill the man responsible for the deaths of both my beloved parents.
Now, though things were going well, I knew that there were other things that had to be attended to. Collin and I had been argueing, a lot. I wanted him to step up and take his father's place as the rightful king. He was the only one I would allow to take that place, as for the humans, it was a position assumed by the eldest son, not eldest daughter. I knew that Sam would have willingly taken the place of her father. I could not allow that though as she would not be treated with the respect I was. I was different though, and I was an elf. My title was inherited by the eldest daughter. Something Drannor and I had yet to produce. If we failed then one of my sisters would take my place.
Not that I intended for that sort of thing to happen. I just felt that I was too young at the moment for such a thing to happen. Drannor wouldn't push me either, he knew what I wanted, and that I would know when I was ready for such a thing.
“Collin please, you have to understand that there is no one else who can lead your people now. You are the only one who can, the rules that your grandfather made have been followed ever since. Sam cannot take that place for you, it is an inappropriate thing for you humans and half elves.”
I sighed. There really was no telling what my cousin was capable of, but I knew that one day, he'd come round. This argument had gone on for a year now, which was too long. Any day we could be attacked, and as I watched my cousin in his great hall in Nuduien, talking through a magic spell cast by me, I knew there was a leader in him.
“I cannot continue to watch over both races myself. If it were not for Gaelira being with me, the burden would be too great, and I would go mad. Nuban is not the land of the elves any more, Drannor and I have other plans. This world does not need us any more. For us to stay here would be folly. It would only cause another war to arise between human and elf.”
“You are young Gem. You have the experience unlike me. I know that you can do this because you were born a leader. I was not though, no matter who might be my parents,” Collin said. “More than that, you've been trained by your parents to take their place at some point in time, unlike Sam and I. Our parents were never there to do such things for us.”
“While I cannot rule in your place, Collin, I can guide you a little bit. Humans will never trust an elf, though they will trust you as you are half human. I cannot be trusted by your people. There is not any love yet between our races. That is why I do not come to you where you stand in Nuduien, instead of using magic to talk with you.” I was not going to bring myself to them now. Too much of me knew that there was nothing there in Nuduien that would make me happy these days.
“Do you not understand that you would be protected here. No one can hurt you while you would be here with me. Only when you planned to leave would there be any danger for you Gem,” Collin muttered. “You would be safe from all of my other people here. They know that to attack a visitor who is visiting me would be folly. They all seem afraid of you as well.”
I knew the reason behind the humans being afraid of me. I had risen up with the greatest of wyverns, Gaelira Anarloki to slay their king. “I know the tales that are spun about me, and that is another reason I shall not come, Collin.”
While there was still fear in these humans hearts, I would not be accepted by all of them as a ruler. It was something that they would find impossible to understand in me. Sure I had those stories said about me, but that was all they were. Stories about how fierce I was and how easily I overlooked real justice. Not that I truely did. What I had done was justice in my mind, so I was not in the wrong there.
"Your people do not trust me, Collin. if I was to come there I would be constantly on edge. Those other humans know nothing of who I truely am, no matter what anyone can say about it. The only humans who know me for who I am live in Adurna. I cannot go somewhere that I am not wanted. To do so would be folly. You want me to do something that I know is not the right thing. If I come, then I know that I will have to fight once more."
"Are you seriously thinking that I would not make sure you were safe over there?" Collin asked. I heardthe hurt in his voice. What I had said had stung for him, but there was no other way to say this sort of thing. I really did not trust the humans.
"No Collin. I just know where I am trusted and where I am not. To go where I am not is the worst thing I could do I am afraid. Though I trust you, I do not trust the other humans at the moment. That is why I cannot continue to watch over all of you as well as my own people."
I sighed. "I will though continue to watch over you from afar as ever I have done. You know that I will warn you if there is danger coming. There never will come a time when you are not in my mind. I will never abandon my family to the same rage and torment that seemed to engulf your father. He sort to rid you of my kind and that is something I cannot allow to happen again. You can count on that much from me, Collin."
He sighed and I knew why. I was the one who knew the part of a leader while he was still learning from me. At least I was willing to give him my time and train him up. We could have left the humans to their own devices but I was not that kind of person. There was a side to me that felt extremely guilty for the things that we had done, the lives that we had taken from the humans. He did not know how much I had already done for him.
Even now, Gaelira and I were planning to fly out to one of the completely destroyed towns and repair them completely. No spell could bring back the dead that I knew of, else Bizandra and Bjart plus my parents would have flown into battle alongside us. There was however a tale of an elf who lived in the mountains who knew of a way of bringing back the dead, but I had not spent the time to seek him out yet.
There was too much for me to do at the moment that concerned the humans. Such a spell would take an immense amount of energy and that was something I could not spare as yet. One day though, Gaelira and I would travel together to find that elf. Power like that belonged to the elves and not the humans. I knew that Lindan Marcos would have surely sort her out and I hoped for her sake that she had managed to evade the dark king.
To have such power in the hands of a human would be disastrous and catastropic. So many humans could be brought back and we would seriously be overrun by them. Not that I feared a battle such as that, I would fight more than willingly. Sighing I walked over to Gaelira's side and smiled at my cousins. “You shall not have to labour for too much longer in rebuilding your towns. We will help, as I was the one who told Jhaer and Nuala to burn any towns that were hostile to my people. I am to blame for those things, not any one else.”
There was no one else that he ought to blame more than me. I was the blameworthy one even though for an elf that was a despicable thing for me to be aware of all the time. If I had not given that order, than there would not be such a big mess to clean up after the fighting was over. Forever I would remember the anguish that this war was the reason behind. I had once known mercy, but that was something that had been missing from me during this war.
I had certainly been hieneous to harm many of these human beings. Yet I did not go about in this land yet without my glaive, Corellon, within reach. Too much harm had been done on my account for me to feel safe and sound here. The human race would not revere me for many years to come. Not until I had once more managed to make them feel at ease around me. That was something I knew would take a long time yet. Some day though, I would feel safer here.
The tales they spun of me showed their fear of me, which was something that saddened me. I may have killed one particular human, but all this fear was something I had not anticipated as a responce to my actions. In a way, it shamed me. Only since I had turned on Lindan Marcos had the humans started to fear my wrath against them. Something I was not proud of making them feel at all.
It was going to be a very long and hard time for me. Too many towns needed my aide at the moment. So much had to be redone, but i knew that with our spellcasters aide, there was not long that it would take to complete the towns once more. I had so much to be accountable for and I knew that one day very soon the elves would leave Nuban, never to return. We could not return to a place once we left as the idea was a little repulsive to us. We started civilisations, and ended them if the need was there for such an action. As there had been in Lindan Marcos' place.
I would miss this place, and maybe, just maybe, we would return to Nuban. It was my homeland and would forever be something I loved. “Collin, Sam, please just let me be for a while. There is much for me to plan and I know that you both have things that people need you for in Nuduien. Next time we speak, you will find me by your side in reality. That will be the day that you will be crowned as king, Collin.”
Collin blinked and sighed. “You will not get me to do that that easily, Gem.” I knew that he was only being stubborn because he knew that there was no chance that I would force him. Only thing was, times were changing and he would have to learn that he be the one to lead his people into the future. When we left this land i would only really have to ensure a good leader for all these humans.
There was nothing that was more important to me me now than the fact that I had to make sure of such things. Certainly I was the leader he knew me to be but that was only a part of the truth. There was nothing in me that would allow then to get me to do the things they wanted and not my own mind's ideas.
"I leave two now. I have much to do and so do you both," I replied. This matter was not theirs to deside about. It was mine. I did however have quite a heavy heart at the moment. War may be gone from the land but there was all the open mourning to get used to.
"Very well," Sam replied, and I ended the spell. No point in keeping it going. Gaelira snorted as she felt my wariness. There was nothing that I ever hid from her these days. We were still becoming more and more a part of each other and I was starting to truly understand the true strength of our bond. It ran deeply in her and in me.
I smiled and headed towards the house, leaving Illevos Hall for the last time that day. Drannor and I were planning on taking the rest of the day off, we needed some time to ourselves for once. There would one day rise another threat and we wanted to have some peace together before that came again.
There was an ever dominant weight in my mind though. The replacement of Haemir Agrivar, leader of my Hawkblades. The group would not ever be disassembled, for war could come at any time. I sighed as I reached the top of the stairs. Drannor would be home soon and we would spend the rest of the day together. All that was left for me to do was to get my dinner ready. Well technically I was the only one who ate. Drannor never did.
He ate in a rather different way to me these days. Something I was only beginning to get used to now. He was not a normal elf like me. Technically I was his meal every night, but that was by choice. I did not want him attacking some random human during the night. That would be wrong of me to allow that from my mate. Sure he needed blood but why go hunting for someone who was unsuspecting if I was willing to have him bite me?
It was something that he would never really understand but I knew that what I was doing was the right thing. It never hurt so there was nothing for me to fear from him. At the moment I did not want to be alone, the pain of losing my parents got to me when I was alone. Only when he was with me was there no pain there. Pain seemed to be something that favoured those who were alone at the moment.
I never liked thinking about my parents death, but I had the feeling that I would ahve to in order to bring them back. They were our greatest heroes and i would not leave their graves here in the hands of humans. The humans would never respect dead elves. A thing that pleased no elf since the graves were those of our heroes.
“Do you think this shaman elf will be able to bring back people like Haemir as well?” Gaelira asked me.
I knew the eagerness in her voice. Hope as well. Haemir had been bonded to her mate, Ackron. A thing that had devastated her when they died. “We shall have to wait and see if the elf can bring anyone back at all. I have had no vision of that meeting so therefore I cannot tell you, Gaelira,” I replied, reaching up to gently scratch her white shoulder.
The beautiful Sun Wyvern sighed and relaxed a little. My hands did nothing but tickle her at the moment. I loved her and she knew that. I was the only one who really understood her at the moment. Both of us mourned people and it was something we foudn easier in each others company. This way at least there would never be a moment for us to be alone as we sometimes were.
“All we can ever do is hope,” Gaelira said, looking down at me, her orange eyes half closed at the moment.
“Of course we can always hope. We have that and each other. Eventually we will find a way out of all this greif that we feel. I am sure that will eventually be possible, Gaelira. Nothing is so out of the question as having no hope for a better and brighter future for this world and the one that we will leave for.”
The big white wyvern sighed as she looked down at me. There was still unhappyiness in her glowing eyes. “Hope can sometimes not be that answer, Gem. You know that.”
We knew though that not much could be done to prevent something like this from happening again. That was why I was pulling the elves back away from Nuban. The humans had turned on us and if we left then maybe a better land this would become. Once more I hoped that peace would come to our lands.
Also by doing this, Collin was going to have to become the leader that I knew he was born to be. When I left, the humans would have no one to turn n to other than him. They would be in utter chos until the day that he decided to actually step up and take his place as their king. Somehow I knew that he just needed time to come to terms with that fate.
Then I heard someone running up the stairs. It would be Drannor. No business matters were to brought to our home. This was the one place where were not the leaders of the elves at all. I was looking forwards to spending a litllte bit of time with my husband. He'd have to feed as well and I was waiting for that.
Unlike him, I would die. I was not immortal. My life would one just exceed three hundred years in total. When Gaelira knew her time on the land was up, mine would be as well. Unless Drannor had other things in mind but I doubted it. He had a reason for feeing every night these days. Something forbidden called bloodlust.
I did not as yet know what that completely was. He had not explained the term to me, but I had the feeling it had something to do with drinking someone's blood. One day, he had said he would explain that one to me, but not unless it was really needed.
Not to mention he thought it was a despicable idea really. To see someone overcome by something like that to him was a personal insult. This was something I did not yet understand. They were vampires. Bloodlust should be something that was natural for them, not something that was forbidden. Perhaps when he told me more about it I would think a little differently about it.
Then Drannor was in the same room, though behind me somewhere. I smiled and turned around to face him. As always his face was as handsome as the day he'd come to talk to Nuala in Adurna. If not for the fact it seemed a little wiser as well nowadays. His blue eyes shone as he looked at me, and I could see myself reflected in them back at me.
"Neldor says that the wyverns are working on a project of their own at the moment. He won't tell me what it is," he said, walking over and hugging me.
I raised one eyebrow. 'Gaelira, what are you wyvern's hiding from your Riders?'
'I'm not the least bit inclined to tell you that. Not until we've accomplished what we are working on.'
I sighed. "I just tried to find out from Gaelira. She knows what is going on but refuses to tell me as well. Hopefully its something useful, but who knows when it comes to the wyverns. Sometimes I hardly know her, and my link is stronger than any other Uruohtar alive when it comes to my wyvern. We think as one all the time these days."
Then I felt something like a twinge and Gaelira's link vanished. "What the hell?"
Prologue
Gem POV
This was a whole new world now. There was nothing here that reminded me of the ways that Nuban had been before I killed Lindan Marcos and freed the humans from his unjust rule. Sure my cousins thought that what I had done was wrong but that was the way that they seriously were. After all I deserved that view from them. I had killed their father.
Though Sam understood my reasons for doing what I had, she wished that she had of been able to meet him before that happened. She had no way of telling if the way I had seen the human was the truth or not. Her twin brother, Collin had been telling her many stories about him, but even he knew little about Lindan Marcos.
I however knew a lot about the man. That was because he had been present in my life for a long time and in a way I was glad to be free of my traitorous uncle. That was a man that I seriously had never been able to stand. Always he had been making snide remarks about the way my parents ruled. That he'd have been a better king than Zelphar. As if he did not care that we were the predominant race here in Nuban. Something that would not change until after his long awaited death, me being the one to kill him, and change that.
Lindan Marcos had never liked my father. Only because he had wanted my mother all for himself, but Laura had chosen Zelphar over him. It was something that had irked him until he died. She had been in the right doing so though, a human could never rule the elves. They just did not understand us. Never had the elves stood by when a human loved one of their possible future rulers.
My father though had been more than courteous towards Lindan Marcos. Even allowing the marriage of my mother's sister to the man, though such things were scorned upon by the majority of elves. For Lindan Marcos though, having an enemy being nice to you was not something you would accept. In then end he had gone bad and killed my father, in front of my mother.
That whole scene was something that had caused my mother no small part of grief. There was no coming back for an elf once their partner was slain in battle or by other means. Our hearts simply broke and the one thing we would do before we died shortly after losing our mates, was avenge their deaths. Sadly, my mother had failed and I had been the one to kill the man responsible for the deaths of both my beloved parents.
Now, though things were going well, I knew that there were other things that had to be attended to. Collin and I had been argueing, a lot. I wanted him to step up and take his father's place as the rightful king. He was the only one I would allow to take that place, as for the humans, it was a position assumed by the eldest son, not eldest daughter. I knew that Sam would have willingly taken the place of her father. I could not allow that though as she would not be treated with the respect I was. I was different though, and I was an elf. My title was inherited by the eldest daughter. Something Drannor and I had yet to produce. If we failed then one of my sisters would take my place.
Not that I intended for that sort of thing to happen. I just felt that I was too young at the moment for such a thing to happen. Drannor wouldn't push me either, he knew what I wanted, and that I would know when I was ready for such a thing.
“Collin please, you have to understand that there is no one else who can lead your people now. You are the only one who can, the rules that your grandfather made have been followed ever since. Sam cannot take that place for you, it is an inappropriate thing for you humans and half elves.”
I sighed. There really was no telling what my cousin was capable of, but I knew that one day, he'd come round. This argument had gone on for a year now, which was too long. Any day we could be attacked, and as I watched my cousin in his great hall in Nuduien, talking through a magic spell cast by me, I knew there was a leader in him.
“I cannot continue to watch over both races myself. If it were not for Gaelira being with me, the burden would be too great, and I would go mad. Nuban is not the land of the elves any more, Drannor and I have other plans. This world does not need us any more. For us to stay here would be folly. It would only cause another war to arise between human and elf.”
“You are young Gem. You have the experience unlike me. I know that you can do this because you were born a leader. I was not though, no matter who might be my parents,” Collin said. “More than that, you've been trained by your parents to take their place at some point in time, unlike Sam and I. Our parents were never there to do such things for us.”
“While I cannot rule in your place, Collin, I can guide you a little bit. Humans will never trust an elf, though they will trust you as you are half human. I cannot be trusted by your people. There is not any love yet between our races. That is why I do not come to you where you stand in Nuduien, instead of using magic to talk with you.” I was not going to bring myself to them now. Too much of me knew that there was nothing there in Nuduien that would make me happy these days.
“Do you not understand that you would be protected here. No one can hurt you while you would be here with me. Only when you planned to leave would there be any danger for you Gem,” Collin muttered. “You would be safe from all of my other people here. They know that to attack a visitor who is visiting me would be folly. They all seem afraid of you as well.”
I knew the reason behind the humans being afraid of me. I had risen up with the greatest of wyverns, Gaelira Anarloki to slay their king. “I know the tales that are spun about me, and that is another reason I shall not come, Collin.”
While there was still fear in these humans hearts, I would not be accepted by all of them as a ruler. It was something that they would find impossible to understand in me. Sure I had those stories said about me, but that was all they were. Stories about how fierce I was and how easily I overlooked real justice. Not that I truely did. What I had done was justice in my mind, so I was not in the wrong there.
"Your people do not trust me, Collin. if I was to come there I would be constantly on edge. Those other humans know nothing of who I truely am, no matter what anyone can say about it. The only humans who know me for who I am live in Adurna. I cannot go somewhere that I am not wanted. To do so would be folly. You want me to do something that I know is not the right thing. If I come, then I know that I will have to fight once more."
"Are you seriously thinking that I would not make sure you were safe over there?" Collin asked. I heardthe hurt in his voice. What I had said had stung for him, but there was no other way to say this sort of thing. I really did not trust the humans.
"No Collin. I just know where I am trusted and where I am not. To go where I am not is the worst thing I could do I am afraid. Though I trust you, I do not trust the other humans at the moment. That is why I cannot continue to watch over all of you as well as my own people."
I sighed. "I will though continue to watch over you from afar as ever I have done. You know that I will warn you if there is danger coming. There never will come a time when you are not in my mind. I will never abandon my family to the same rage and torment that seemed to engulf your father. He sort to rid you of my kind and that is something I cannot allow to happen again. You can count on that much from me, Collin."
He sighed and I knew why. I was the one who knew the part of a leader while he was still learning from me. At least I was willing to give him my time and train him up. We could have left the humans to their own devices but I was not that kind of person. There was a side to me that felt extremely guilty for the things that we had done, the lives that we had taken from the humans. He did not know how much I had already done for him.
Even now, Gaelira and I were planning to fly out to one of the completely destroyed towns and repair them completely. No spell could bring back the dead that I knew of, else Bizandra and Bjart plus my parents would have flown into battle alongside us. There was however a tale of an elf who lived in the mountains who knew of a way of bringing back the dead, but I had not spent the time to seek him out yet.
There was too much for me to do at the moment that concerned the humans. Such a spell would take an immense amount of energy and that was something I could not spare as yet. One day though, Gaelira and I would travel together to find that elf. Power like that belonged to the elves and not the humans. I knew that Lindan Marcos would have surely sort her out and I hoped for her sake that she had managed to evade the dark king.
To have such power in the hands of a human would be disastrous and catastropic. So many humans could be brought back and we would seriously be overrun by them. Not that I feared a battle such as that, I would fight more than willingly. Sighing I walked over to Gaelira's side and smiled at my cousins. “You shall not have to labour for too much longer in rebuilding your towns. We will help, as I was the one who told Jhaer and Nuala to burn any towns that were hostile to my people. I am to blame for those things, not any one else.”
There was no one else that he ought to blame more than me. I was the blameworthy one even though for an elf that was a despicable thing for me to be aware of all the time. If I had not given that order, than there would not be such a big mess to clean up after the fighting was over. Forever I would remember the anguish that this war was the reason behind. I had once known mercy, but that was something that had been missing from me during this war.
I had certainly been hieneous to harm many of these human beings. Yet I did not go about in this land yet without my glaive, Corellon, within reach. Too much harm had been done on my account for me to feel safe and sound here. The human race would not revere me for many years to come. Not until I had once more managed to make them feel at ease around me. That was something I knew would take a long time yet. Some day though, I would feel safer here.
The tales they spun of me showed their fear of me, which was something that saddened me. I may have killed one particular human, but all this fear was something I had not anticipated as a responce to my actions. In a way, it shamed me. Only since I had turned on Lindan Marcos had the humans started to fear my wrath against them. Something I was not proud of making them feel at all.
It was going to be a very long and hard time for me. Too many towns needed my aide at the moment. So much had to be redone, but i knew that with our spellcasters aide, there was not long that it would take to complete the towns once more. I had so much to be accountable for and I knew that one day very soon the elves would leave Nuban, never to return. We could not return to a place once we left as the idea was a little repulsive to us. We started civilisations, and ended them if the need was there for such an action. As there had been in Lindan Marcos' place.
I would miss this place, and maybe, just maybe, we would return to Nuban. It was my homeland and would forever be something I loved. “Collin, Sam, please just let me be for a while. There is much for me to plan and I know that you both have things that people need you for in Nuduien. Next time we speak, you will find me by your side in reality. That will be the day that you will be crowned as king, Collin.”
Collin blinked and sighed. “You will not get me to do that that easily, Gem.” I knew that he was only being stubborn because he knew that there was no chance that I would force him. Only thing was, times were changing and he would have to learn that he be the one to lead his people into the future. When we left this land i would only really have to ensure a good leader for all these humans.
There was nothing that was more important to me me now than the fact that I had to make sure of such things. Certainly I was the leader he knew me to be but that was only a part of the truth. There was nothing in me that would allow then to get me to do the things they wanted and not my own mind's ideas.
"I leave two now. I have much to do and so do you both," I replied. This matter was not theirs to deside about. It was mine. I did however have quite a heavy heart at the moment. War may be gone from the land but there was all the open mourning to get used to.
"Very well," Sam replied, and I ended the spell. No point in keeping it going. Gaelira snorted as she felt my wariness. There was nothing that I ever hid from her these days. We were still becoming more and more a part of each other and I was starting to truly understand the true strength of our bond. It ran deeply in her and in me.
I smiled and headed towards the house, leaving Illevos Hall for the last time that day. Drannor and I were planning on taking the rest of the day off, we needed some time to ourselves for once. There would one day rise another threat and we wanted to have some peace together before that came again.
There was an ever dominant weight in my mind though. The replacement of Haemir Agrivar, leader of my Hawkblades. The group would not ever be disassembled, for war could come at any time. I sighed as I reached the top of the stairs. Drannor would be home soon and we would spend the rest of the day together. All that was left for me to do was to get my dinner ready. Well technically I was the only one who ate. Drannor never did.
He ate in a rather different way to me these days. Something I was only beginning to get used to now. He was not a normal elf like me. Technically I was his meal every night, but that was by choice. I did not want him attacking some random human during the night. That would be wrong of me to allow that from my mate. Sure he needed blood but why go hunting for someone who was unsuspecting if I was willing to have him bite me?
It was something that he would never really understand but I knew that what I was doing was the right thing. It never hurt so there was nothing for me to fear from him. At the moment I did not want to be alone, the pain of losing my parents got to me when I was alone. Only when he was with me was there no pain there. Pain seemed to be something that favoured those who were alone at the moment.
I never liked thinking about my parents death, but I had the feeling that I would ahve to in order to bring them back. They were our greatest heroes and i would not leave their graves here in the hands of humans. The humans would never respect dead elves. A thing that pleased no elf since the graves were those of our heroes.
“Do you think this shaman elf will be able to bring back people like Haemir as well?” Gaelira asked me.
I knew the eagerness in her voice. Hope as well. Haemir had been bonded to her mate, Ackron. A thing that had devastated her when they died. “We shall have to wait and see if the elf can bring anyone back at all. I have had no vision of that meeting so therefore I cannot tell you, Gaelira,” I replied, reaching up to gently scratch her white shoulder.
The beautiful Sun Wyvern sighed and relaxed a little. My hands did nothing but tickle her at the moment. I loved her and she knew that. I was the only one who really understood her at the moment. Both of us mourned people and it was something we foudn easier in each others company. This way at least there would never be a moment for us to be alone as we sometimes were.
“All we can ever do is hope,” Gaelira said, looking down at me, her orange eyes half closed at the moment.
“Of course we can always hope. We have that and each other. Eventually we will find a way out of all this greif that we feel. I am sure that will eventually be possible, Gaelira. Nothing is so out of the question as having no hope for a better and brighter future for this world and the one that we will leave for.”
The big white wyvern sighed as she looked down at me. There was still unhappyiness in her glowing eyes. “Hope can sometimes not be that answer, Gem. You know that.”
We knew though that not much could be done to prevent something like this from happening again. That was why I was pulling the elves back away from Nuban. The humans had turned on us and if we left then maybe a better land this would become. Once more I hoped that peace would come to our lands.
Also by doing this, Collin was going to have to become the leader that I knew he was born to be. When I left, the humans would have no one to turn n to other than him. They would be in utter chos until the day that he decided to actually step up and take his place as their king. Somehow I knew that he just needed time to come to terms with that fate.
Then I heard someone running up the stairs. It would be Drannor. No business matters were to brought to our home. This was the one place where were not the leaders of the elves at all. I was looking forwards to spending a litllte bit of time with my husband. He'd have to feed as well and I was waiting for that.
Unlike him, I would die. I was not immortal. My life would one just exceed three hundred years in total. When Gaelira knew her time on the land was up, mine would be as well. Unless Drannor had other things in mind but I doubted it. He had a reason for feeing every night these days. Something forbidden called bloodlust.
I did not as yet know what that completely was. He had not explained the term to me, but I had the feeling it had something to do with drinking someone's blood. One day, he had said he would explain that one to me, but not unless it was really needed.
Not to mention he thought it was a despicable idea really. To see someone overcome by something like that to him was a personal insult. This was something I did not yet understand. They were vampires. Bloodlust should be something that was natural for them, not something that was forbidden. Perhaps when he told me more about it I would think a little differently about it.
Then Drannor was in the same room, though behind me somewhere. I smiled and turned around to face him. As always his face was as handsome as the day he'd come to talk to Nuala in Adurna. If not for the fact it seemed a little wiser as well nowadays. His blue eyes shone as he looked at me, and I could see myself reflected in them back at me.
"Neldor says that the wyverns are working on a project of their own at the moment. He won't tell me what it is," he said, walking over and hugging me.
I raised one eyebrow. 'Gaelira, what are you wyvern's hiding from your Riders?'
'I'm not the least bit inclined to tell you that. Not until we've accomplished what we are working on.'
I sighed. "I just tried to find out from Gaelira. She knows what is going on but refuses to tell me as well. Hopefully its something useful, but who knows when it comes to the wyverns. Sometimes I hardly know her, and my link is stronger than any other Uruohtar alive when it comes to my wyvern. We think as one all the time these days."
Then I felt something like a twinge and Gaelira's link vanished. "What the hell?"