This Horizon
By: Me!
Disclaimer: Me not own. Don't sue. Broke.
She looked off into the sunset as the dull orange rays stretched across the sky. Sometimes she hated it…even though it was one of the most beautiful scenes nature could create. Right now, Deedlit felt as though she could burst into tears. It was as if the sun was dying…slowly but surly it was dying…sinking into the ocean, drowning itself from the world, only to be reborn from the other side. The fading orb's light was reaching out to the sky, pleading for life, pleading to give light a little longer. It didn't want to die in the black, bottomless ocean. The few hazy clouds that framed the dying 'being' added to the dramatic picture before her. She sighed, closing her eyes a bit tightly to be considered 'relaxed.'
The tree she was comfortably perched on looked over the cliff, towering over the sea of forest and onto the edge of the great accursed island. Normally, she would be with Parn in the forest, talking animatedly while he got a fire going. Lately though, she hasn't felt the need to talk to anyone. Not even Parn. The built up energy inside of her demanded attention, so she spent it at stops, or the middle of the night; to simply commune with the forests…with the sunset. She felt more of a need to speak to the dying sun, feeling it was the most depressing scene-yet the most beautiful. So she spoke her problems through the night, through the stars and to the stars. Sometimes though, while on their horses, following a dirt road, Parn would ask her about her silence. She brushed it away with a wave of her hand and a small excuse. But she was so enveloped in her thoughts-often depressing-she wouldn't even notice the concerned and pained expression written on his matured face.
Did he only see her as a friend? Probably. Would she ever have a chance to be with him, to speak how she felt about him? Or at the very least, know what he thought about her? Probably not. It used to hurt her so much on the inside, but now it's only a dull throb of pain and reality- and how to face it. Even if he did 'love' her, even if they did end up together…then what? He would eventually die…while she went on with her life, grieving over the loss of someone so dear. Would she want that? The curse of long life…? It wouldn't matter anyway…their relation as simple friendship would stay at its status…weather she liked it or not.
The last ray of light finally yielded to the ocean horizon. The sun, leaving in its submergence, the nightly dark blue sky with it's field of candle-lit stars. She opened her eyes, tired of thinking about complex subjects…she was tired of thinking about Parn. Besides, it was late, she didn't want to worry him. She jumped of the monstrous branch, landing on her two feet with the complete grace expected of a high elf. She stretched, then headed back to where she and Parn had discarded their supplies. She was just so tired. Tired of thinking, tired of traveling, tired of her long life itself. Hell, she was even tired of that huge cape she would inevitably wear tomorrow! She shook her head, concentrating on something less negative. Sleep sounded like a good idea. And sleep wasn't negative.