Return to Narayan
*Disclaimer: I do own a copy of MYST III: Exile, but I don't own the characters etc. that I am about to write about.
The icy blue sphere melted, all of a sudden, turning the air around me into the firey, brilliant pink of the Naryan sky. I see the tree I belong in, rising above the clouds, calling me to see my daughters, my wife.
I must snap back into the present. That man on the tower. He did it. He freed me. But why? He had the book already. Perhaps Atrus and his friends are not as terrible as I suspected.
Thank you. Live long and well, my enemy turned friend, and our mutual aquaintance Atrus as well.
Time to ride the chariot into my home, as those greedy little boys once did.
**
"It's the gondola!!"
"Oh, no!"
"They've come to destroy us!!"
"I see him! There's only one!!"
"One? Are you sure?"
"Is it the brown-robed one?"
"No!! He's bedecked in red and gold patchwork, his hair long and bedraggled."
"Who could it be?
"It's landing!"
"SAAVEDRO! My love!"
"Are you sure, Tamra?"
"Girls, it's your father!"
**
There she is. The woman who has invaded my fog for the past twenty years. My dream woman, in a stately green gown. It was her favorite color dress, for the way it accented her deep emerald eyes, a rare beauty. The combination of her fiery red hair and lovely green eyes against a background of brilliant pink and pale blue-green is as breathtaking as I have remembered all these years.
"SAAVEDRO! My love!"
"Tamra." It has been so long since that voice has reached my ears, such an aching absence.
My children!! What beauties they have grown to be. The one has the eyes of her mother, but darker, straighter hair. And the other, ice white eyes dominate her beautiful face, with a startling effect on the hair she inherited from her mother.
Here comes my love, as I now step off my chariot. She is much aged, but the fire in her eyes burns as brightly as I can ever remember. And my little girls. From nameless children under a year and two old, to these two beautiful women.
**
"Saavedro!"
"Tamra. How I've missed you."
"I-I thought you had died."
"No. My story is much less happy. But let it lie for a while. Let me drink the sweet wine of home in for a little while longer."
"Your little g-girls… they have grown."
"You did an amazing job, my Tamra."
"I named them. The elder is Vedra, the other Lasna."
"Beautiful."
"Several men proposed to me. But I could not douse the single remaining flame of hope."
"See what it has won you? A bonfire of happiness."
I hold my weeping wife in my arms, my daughters hold us both. My family is alive. I am no longer alone. My term of exile is complete.
*Disclaimer: I do own a copy of MYST III: Exile, but I don't own the characters etc. that I am about to write about.
The icy blue sphere melted, all of a sudden, turning the air around me into the firey, brilliant pink of the Naryan sky. I see the tree I belong in, rising above the clouds, calling me to see my daughters, my wife.
I must snap back into the present. That man on the tower. He did it. He freed me. But why? He had the book already. Perhaps Atrus and his friends are not as terrible as I suspected.
Thank you. Live long and well, my enemy turned friend, and our mutual aquaintance Atrus as well.
Time to ride the chariot into my home, as those greedy little boys once did.
**
"It's the gondola!!"
"Oh, no!"
"They've come to destroy us!!"
"I see him! There's only one!!"
"One? Are you sure?"
"Is it the brown-robed one?"
"No!! He's bedecked in red and gold patchwork, his hair long and bedraggled."
"Who could it be?
"It's landing!"
"SAAVEDRO! My love!"
"Are you sure, Tamra?"
"Girls, it's your father!"
**
There she is. The woman who has invaded my fog for the past twenty years. My dream woman, in a stately green gown. It was her favorite color dress, for the way it accented her deep emerald eyes, a rare beauty. The combination of her fiery red hair and lovely green eyes against a background of brilliant pink and pale blue-green is as breathtaking as I have remembered all these years.
"SAAVEDRO! My love!"
"Tamra." It has been so long since that voice has reached my ears, such an aching absence.
My children!! What beauties they have grown to be. The one has the eyes of her mother, but darker, straighter hair. And the other, ice white eyes dominate her beautiful face, with a startling effect on the hair she inherited from her mother.
Here comes my love, as I now step off my chariot. She is much aged, but the fire in her eyes burns as brightly as I can ever remember. And my little girls. From nameless children under a year and two old, to these two beautiful women.
**
"Saavedro!"
"Tamra. How I've missed you."
"I-I thought you had died."
"No. My story is much less happy. But let it lie for a while. Let me drink the sweet wine of home in for a little while longer."
"Your little g-girls… they have grown."
"You did an amazing job, my Tamra."
"I named them. The elder is Vedra, the other Lasna."
"Beautiful."
"Several men proposed to me. But I could not douse the single remaining flame of hope."
"See what it has won you? A bonfire of happiness."
I hold my weeping wife in my arms, my daughters hold us both. My family is alive. I am no longer alone. My term of exile is complete.