The Ancestor Of Forgotten Lore
Yes. I did use a line from my friend's poem ('A Love Not Yet Told') as the title. Thanks for noticing.
(Speaking of my friend's poem, I think she'd like it if someone reviewed it. It's on my profile, so just click my name and find it, if you would)
Now, then. I'd like it to be noted that I have multiple ideas for Lenore's past. Multiple 'AUs' if you wanna be technical.
However, this is the main idea, or 'canon' idea for her past. As in, if she were an actual character, this is the past that would be used. Thus, it is the past that I chose for this fic.
Also, this is a prequel of sorts to 'The Love of a Dragon' so I am sorry to say that that particular fic will be put on temporary hiatus until the completion of this fic. My apologies.
That is all. I do not own RF4.
She did not belong here.
She was supposed to be dead.
Those two thoughts rang through the red-haired female's head, as she slowly became aware of her surroundings. The area around her smelled of rainwater, trees, and flowers. She stared around, and glanced down.
Here lies Lenore Ganger. May her life continue in the Forest of Beginnings, and may her soul find happiness.
'That's right' she realized, as she stared at the tombstone. She had committed suicide after...
Tears found their way to her eyes, but somehow her eyes didn't burn. Somehow, when she saw a tear drip, it disappeared into thin air.
Somehow, these Chipsqueeks, Woolies and Orcs seemed terrified of her.
She glanced at her hand. It seemed relatively normal, not see-through or anything. But as she touched a tree...
Her fingers went right through it.
"I'm a spirit!" she gasped. Her voice echoed throughout her surroundings in an ominous way, causing the monsters to scatter.
She glanced around. From what she could tell, she was in the middle of the hidden forest cemetery of her old town. Unfortunately, no one knew how long she'd been dead, so she decided to go towards a random direction.
After a while of walking, she came upon a bunch of old ruins, surrounded by water. Water Ruins, she remembered.
'Though it's become much more ruined since my death'
She figured this was as good a place as any to look for someone. Chances were one in a thousand, or maybe a million, but she couldn't be hurt. The monsters were terrified of her, plus even if they weren't, they couldn't exactly re-kill her.
So, in she went.
It didn't take long before she came upon a stone tablet.
'What does this say?'
It was written in an ancient language. It was older than what she was used to reading, anyway. She knelt down, brushing her ghostly fingers over the words, a fond smile on her face.
'Everyone is forgotten eventually. The same is true for languages. If someone from my previous life is here, what are the chances they would remember me? Just as I am sure no one can remember how to read this, no one would know who I am'
After pondering this for a few minutes, she sighed.
"That could be a good thing, however. Especially if he is still alive..."
Memories of how horrible she'd been came flooding back. The taunting, the shoving, the teasing. And worst of all, she knew that she had done it because she wanted to hide her crush.
She sobbed. Tears fell from her eyes, disappearing just before they hit the ground.
"Hey, are you okay?"
She froze. That voice... It couldn't be...
She turned slowly. The blue hair, those amber eyes- which were widening in surprise as he seemed to realize who he was talking to- and the confident way he was standing.
"Lenore?" he whispered in shock, and that did it.
"Dylas?"