A/N: At first I have to apologise for everyone who actually speak Welsh for the mistakes I'm sure there is in this story. I got the phrases from Google translator and they just looked so cool that I simply had to use them.
The story itself is a gift from me to myself for actually getting some school stuff done. It's a prologue (prelude sounds better) to a story that I hope to write one of these days when I get all my school stuff done for the summer.
It was a day filled with heavy mist. Then again she couldn't remember a day when it hadn't been misty. It had been over 2000 years since she had last seen a truly beautiful summer's day. A little over 100 years since she had last seen the sun at all. She continued her way along the waterline, every now and then crossing from the sand and grass to the water that once was clear and sparkled in the sun. How they had loved to play in the warm water. Now it too was cold, much like the mist surrounding them.
The isle had been her home for all eternity, as she saw it. It wasn't really true, she wasn't born there, wasn't magical by nature. She had not always been immortal. But the time of men went on so quickly, that to any mortal she could as well had been there forever. She had kept an eye on the world of mortals, stealing a glance every now and then. She had seen magic wither and die, legends of greatness turn into bedtime stories and clichés, honorable traditions fade to superficial notions and great kingdoms fall down.
Yet she had hope. Hope she had tried to give to the broken man, shadow of his former greatness, when he had one day appeared to their shore and closed the world off behind him. As he had laid to rest, tired, so very tired, the mist had thickened. The window to the world of men was gone as was the warmth of the sun. The sounds of nature quieted down and their world seemed to stop, because he was gone. He would come back, he was destined to do so, and it wouldn't take long. She could feel it. It would not take long at all.
The tall almost white figure made her way up from the waterline to where his lord was resting. She walked past the first resting soul straight to the next one where she stopped and kneeled.
"Ddim yn hir" she whispered and a tear escaped her eye. "Wyf am addo. Byddwch yn gydag ef unwaith eto." She waited for an answer but when one didn't come she lifted herself from the ground and continued to where a third soul had been resting not too long ago. Now all that lay there was a sword. She touched the blade and it quietly hummed under her fingers.
"Cyn bo hir" she said and the humming grew stronger.
"Evienne!" There was suddenly a voice calling her. She looked to the girl who had called her and waved.
"We can see him!" The girl told her with the brightest of smiles. Evienne smiled back and nodded for her to go, she would follow. As she started to walk away from the resting souls she stopped and turned to look back.
Time was a peculiar concept in their world. Time could be forgiving and protective to some, hurtful and cruel to others. She could tell, they all could, what was about to begin once again. But it was only time and time alone that would show how it ended, this time.
A/N: The Welsh parts aren't translated cause it feels more real to me this way. Sorry bout that.