Lanolyt
Star
- Joined
- May 2, 2011
- Location
- Midwest, Eastern time
Ellarin's ears heard things.
Then he felt the sleeping capsule around him.
The 1837 year old elf mage was awakening from his sleeptime, and he could tell it was many years more than he had attended. How could the temple guardians have forgotten him.
He remembered his ceremony well. After so many centuries of successful service, peace reigned over the Fae kingdom, and there appeared to be none to contest. So he was going to spend 100 or so years regenerating.
He pushed on the capsule lid. Then pushed again. It took all his strength to open it...it...the mithril had actually corroded a bit, but that would take... he looked down. It was a young elf's body, one just out of puberty, but that meant... oh no!
He looked up and saw someone. It was one of the Trueguard, Xianon by name. A very young, but promising child...but she was no child. Her blue hair was streaked with lighter shades that only came to an elf after fifteen centuries or so! How could...then it hit him...no...over 1600 years...she had aged and he had youthened.
He sat up and realized that they were in a recently dug tunnel, not in the temple...or...he saw a familiar style pillar on its side nearby. The temple was destroyed. He looked at her and amber tears rolled down his pale face. "Tell me of it...and why are you alone."
Then he felt the sleeping capsule around him.
The 1837 year old elf mage was awakening from his sleeptime, and he could tell it was many years more than he had attended. How could the temple guardians have forgotten him.
He remembered his ceremony well. After so many centuries of successful service, peace reigned over the Fae kingdom, and there appeared to be none to contest. So he was going to spend 100 or so years regenerating.
He pushed on the capsule lid. Then pushed again. It took all his strength to open it...it...the mithril had actually corroded a bit, but that would take... he looked down. It was a young elf's body, one just out of puberty, but that meant... oh no!
He looked up and saw someone. It was one of the Trueguard, Xianon by name. A very young, but promising child...but she was no child. Her blue hair was streaked with lighter shades that only came to an elf after fifteen centuries or so! How could...then it hit him...no...over 1600 years...she had aged and he had youthened.
He sat up and realized that they were in a recently dug tunnel, not in the temple...or...he saw a familiar style pillar on its side nearby. The temple was destroyed. He looked at her and amber tears rolled down his pale face. "Tell me of it...and why are you alone."