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Yo! So, this is the VERY beginning! The time when Ad Libitum Saga first began I present to you people, ELVEN SECRETS.
Summary:
The First book in the series. Miluiel Aurion has a secret. She's a Ljósálfr, conceived in 1940s and born in the 1960s. Living in a world of Prejudiced, she fights for herself. Unfortunately, the stubborn, unyielding half-elf can't stay out of a person's business. Worried for her aids brother, she set out to befriend the aloof Slytherin. Falling in love with the Scion of the Black family was not in the agenda in her helping list
Ratings:
Teen for possible Language. (What? I'm a Potty Mouth.)
Timeline:
Marauder Era
Genre:
Friendship, Drama, Family Life, School Life, Romance, Adventure, and others.
Warning:
OCs. But, they'll grow into you. I hope.
And so, read on, my dear readers.
Elven Secrets
Chapter I
It was the night of 1945. A figure of a male came calling in hush whisper a name. He kept calling, "Mauve! Mauve!" towards the empty silent forest. There was only silence for a while. Only the chirpings from the birds and the rustling of the leaves were heard. Then . . .
"I am here," a melodious voice answered.
In one swift motion, he turned to face the direction of the voice. He saw the woman he was looking for. She stood there, her plum colored eyes looking sadly at him, knowing his soon to be fate. Her long dress flowed with the wind. She stood there, one hand holding onto the Sycamore tree, the other holding her flat abdomen. Her white blonde hair flowed with the wind showing her pointy ears.
"You are here to bid farewell, am I correct, Aeneas?" she said this in a matter-of-fact way.
The man smiled sadly. He reached out to carress the elven woman's cheeks were tears were flowing. "I am sorry, my love," he said. "But I must."
"You can return with me to Álfheimr." she suggested, her hand clasping his. "You can stay with me forever."
He smiled grimly, and squeezed her hands comfortingly. "The both of us have a duty in the Magical world, Mauve. Mine is here, and yours is there. I can't simply ran from my task."
"You are brave, Aeneas." she whispered, fully knowing that whatever she say would not dissuade her brave lover. "I have no clue why you were a Slytherin. You're more of a Gryffindor."
He let out a laugh - a hallow laugh without any mirth at all - and pulled her in an embrace. "That's not true." His body shook and he let out the tears he was hiding. "I am scared." She pulled him closer, her own eyes had tears now. "I am mighty scared, but I know that I have to do this."
They stayed like that for ten minutes, more or less, simply holding each other as the wind sang songs for the two. It was a long ten minutes, but it felt so short for the two.
It was Mauve who drew back first. She smiled at him and spoke, "I cannot dissuade you, can't I? But even so, I want to inform you . . ." She drew a shaky breath before taking his hand and placing it on her abdomen. "I am expecting," she had said, her eyes meeting his own. "Our child is listening as we speak."
Aeneas breathing became ragged. He knelt down and his hand remained on her abdomen. "I am sorry," he said . "I am sorry, Mauve." he met her eyes. "I . . . I truly am sorry."
Mauve knelt in front of him, embracing him as he sobbed. She held her head high, not letting any tears - no, not a single one - fall down. She knew why he was apologizing. She knew, of course. And she didn't want him to do so. It wasn't his fault to begin with.
"Sshh." she whispered to his ears. "Sshh, My Love, it is not your fault."
"Every child should grow with a Father beside." His face contorted in pain unseen. "And I would not be there. Our child will grow without a Father and it is my fault to blame."
Mauve's brave facade broke and her beautiful, ethereal face was in anguish as she feel her strong lover tremble under her embrace. "Do not fear," she had said. "Do not fear, Aeneas. I will raise our child with love from both you and I." she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "You will live through her and she would not grow unlove. No, she would never be unlove, that I assure you."
He tried to smile, to tell her that he believes her, but it was to hard. So, he burrowed his face on her long locks and let her hum echo in the forest. The winds stopped, as if letting the woman sing her lover a final farewell.
It was hours later when they had bid farewell to each other. Hours had passed, but for the two it was so short. They shared one final kiss. It was bittersweet and salty from the tears that flowed as they shared that kiss. And then, Mauve walked away from her lover, towards the path set out for her. And it was a path opposite of his.
Mauve, in all her thousand years old glory, turned back one final time, and said to him. "I love you, Aeneas, never forget that.
"I love you, Mauve, forever and always."
It was those parting words, those honest and full of sincerity and genuine words, that made their parting a little bit easier - and so much more harder. Mauve disappeared with a gust of wind. And a single flower, a crimson red Amaryllis, was the only thing left. Aeneas knelt down and picked up the last remainder of his lover and with a wandless and nonverbal magic, he placed an everlasting charm on the flower before tucking it inside his robes.
He looked one last look at their sacred place before disappearing with a pop.
