The Lost Stories of Arlathan

by Nightranger45

"The Dalish have myths and legends of the gods; Of how Fen'harel locked the Evanuris away or how Ghilan'nain became the youngest of the pantheon. But they don't tell of Mythal's eldest child. Of how she rejected the attentions of Dirthamen or won a game of wits against Fen'harel without even speaking to him. You wish to know of your people dalen? Let me tell you of Lady Lavellan."

10. Chapter 10

Running Part 1

Running.

That's all she did now. She ran, away from people or animals, she didn't know how far away from Arlathan was and she didn't care.

She had been disowned. She had nothing holding her back, no family, no friends. Just people that took advantage or never cared.

So she ran, took all she needed to get herself started and she ran.

And she didn't stop. Not until she reached an ocean.

Then she flew, over the water and with the wind.

When it ended, she ran again.

This was her punishment she thought bitterly, for being mad, for never caring, for thinking that people cared even though they only worried about their selves.

The voice told her otherwise. She stopped listening to the voice when younger, her nanny told her that it wasn't good. Just like she stopped talking to the wisps, and the spirits that no one else could see. It wasn't good.

She'd always been called mad anyway.

The voice kept telling her where to go, she listened to see if it would shut up.

It never did.

She reached a desert and still lived.

The voice seemed pleased when the sand was seen.

Still even more time passed, of surviving despite her limited survival skills, and her constant walking. Because she stopped running a very long way back. The voice, one who seemed ever more pleased with her compliance. Because she was listening and talking back to it now.

Even her madness was more appealing over the silence that was there when the voice quieted.

So when the voice told her to stop, she stopped right in her tracks.

She felt a hand on her shoulder-

A hand on her shoulder, a familiar voice filled with lust.

"I am tired of waiting Atisha"

The voice snapped her out of it.

A man was in front of her, dark skin and sharp cheekbones-

"Lethallan, are you sure this is what you want? You can join us in Uthenera. The world can move on without you."

A friend, she knew that. Not yet though, the voice reminded her.

The man, black hair, and pointed ears, looked at her for a moment.

"You need water, come with me."

She tried to walk. To say something, in thanks for the water that she needed.

Then darkness.