NEW STORY! Trumpets sound. And I REALLY like this one! Already I do! VERY short first chapter. So 2 will be up soon, promise.
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Faerlain.
Alone.
Prologue.
As Férar watched the door to the tomb close shut, he felt the tears reawaken. He swallowed them back, trying to look strong in front of his father. His Adar needed him.
He had just said his last farewell to his younger brother. The one person in the entire world who meant the most to him, was gone. Forever. And he would never be coming back.
The stone door was firmly in place, and the Elves started drifting away, saying their own goodbyes and blessings to the young Elf they had just buried. It was a hard time for everyone. Two of the Royal Family, gone in the space of a few months. Mother and son, both in more or less the same brutal way.
Férar stood there, not wising to leave just yet. He could feel his father beside him, and chanced a glance at the King. He was standing tall, proud, trying not to show his emotions. But Férar knew his father better than that. Once back in the palace, in the privacy of his own chambers, he would break down, unable to hold the composed façade any longer.
He placed his hand upon his father's arm. "Come Adar, it is growing cold. We must go back inside."
The King nodded, and with one last glance at his youngest child's grave, they turned and went back into the palace.
Maybe, if I had been more adamant, more stubborn…
"There is no point dwelling on the past Férar," his father told him, jolting the Prince out of his thoughts. "There was nothing you could have done. He was bound to get seriously hurt some day, and maybe...maybe it was…Fate, for him not to survive."
Férar shook his head in disagreement. "Nay Adar, I do not think that. We are Elves; it is not our Fate to die. He was taken wrongly from this world. Yet I played a part. If I had not agreed to let him go…"
"Then we are both to blame. I gave my consent for you to leave. Do not accuse yourself solely. Your brother was that sort of person – always looking for, and running into danger. He could not help the way he was. Just remember that he's in a better place now. Back with your mother. He'll be happy, trust me."
"You think so?"
The King nodded. "I know so."
Férar sighed and rose to his feet. "I am tired. I shall see you in the morning."
His father nodded. "Aye. See you then."
The Prince bowed, and left for his own room.
Once alone, the King let the tears fall. For his wife, and his youngest child. Two he held closest to his heart…gone. Nothing would bring them back; he knew that, but still…
He bowed his head into his hands, the golden hair falling like a curtain around his face.
And he wept.
Soooooo, what did y'all think? Very short, like I said. Chapter 2 coming soon!
Faerlain