The Soulless One
"That is the name I have given you. You are but a trace of your former self. A soulless one. An empty vessel that longs to be filled. It is as the Scrolls foretold, but not exactly as I imagined."
―Varen Aquilarios to the Vestige
The Tale Of a Broken Heart
"Live soberly and peacefully. Honor your parents, and preserve the peace and security of home and family".-Mara Nine Divines
It is at death we understand one another at that point there is no taking back anything all that is left to do is to say goodbye . Viteloria was standing over me giving me the look you give to someone when you have to give them bad news . She had gray hair and pale skin she was older for a human but never acted her age , we met when she was a kid . My husband owned her family as slaves . Her mother was the castle cook and her father was the stable master . We all called them the sweet roll family . I loved them as they where my own family I too knew what it was like too. I was given to my husband by my father to keep the peace between two of the families . I never loved him but we had children together that I loved
Are you OK Galadriel ? Viteloria said to me looking very worried as she should. I was covered in blood some in my, some of his .
I don't know I feel very cold I said . For the first time I could not heal myself was my life draining away ? Was this how I was going to die I was too young . "
call the mage I can't heal myself " she looked behind herself .
" did you hear her or, are you as stupid as you look " I could not make out who it was but I heard the door close . "
is he . Dead . ? My voice was getting weaker by the second .
Shut up you dumb elf . Viteloria said with a smile on her face . She was always tough on me and always tried to make me smile . I tried to smile but my body was to weak to even bring myself to do so . Where was the mage it felt like hours where passing .
Hey I am not dumb . I have read a lot of books in my time here . I could see her crying to through a smile
Yeah I bet you old bag . Viteloria said will grabbing a cloth too clean up some blood .
You are going to be OK the mage is going to be here soon . She sounded so worried it made me sad to see my best friend this way . I was about to ask her who was with her when the door slammed open .
MOVE out of the way and let me see her . It was Mirk Druhron an old dark elf he had the darkest skin I had ever seen like midnight skin every wrinkle on his face told a story of his past . He was a sweet old grumpy man . I knew him all my life he was more of a father to me then my own . He grabbed a tiny bottle out of his back pocket and opened my mouth .
Drink this and take your time, Drink to much and you may grow some facial hair. It tasted Foul like the smell of a rotten corpse. I just wanted to throw it away by the godds why would anyone drink this. I got to the last drop when Mirk grapped the bottle out of my hands. Never drink the last drop of death it will kill you.
DEATH ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL HER YOU DUMB OLD MAN!- Viteloria yelled at him will rushing to my side.
You need to move out of my way Viteloria.
She needs to take in someone else's death for this to work. Now please move. He moved his hand over my body everything went black there voice's where starting to disappear. I could make out one voice
I love you mommy...