Disclaimer: the same as before.
This chapter is slightly longer than the first, but is still short. I intend for this story to be somewhat dark, but not suicidally so.
Chapter 1
The road ahead of me stretches infinitely and my eyes strain to see its end. The shadows cast by the thick umbrage obscure my path even more, but still my footfalls are undeterred. The wind is silent as a sigh and as cold as death, but I am already broken and do not feel its touch.
I have no destination, no purpose, only an undying need to press on, to find absolution for sins I can not even name. My heart longs to pray to the Vala Varda for peace, to Ilúvatar for comfort, but I am unworthy of their sight. I must carry my burdens alone.
There is no one, now, who can help me. With their passing, the sun left and all vestiges of joy fled this world. Fearing the change in Middle-Earth, they decided to join old friends and family in Valinor, to leave me behind. Not that I was ever of any importance to them. The only importance I bear is the distinction of the outcast, the misfit, the unwanted, the unworthy. I never belonged in their world. They knew that and made sure I knew as well.
I know this must sound cruel, but I have always understood their purpose. I am unfit to be counted amongst the radiant ones, the Children of the Valar, the Eldar. I must remain solitary, alone in an empty world devoid of its once-plentiful light. I can never be with them because of my name.
I am Seregiel. I am the Daughter of Blood.
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Daughter of Blood is the literal translation of Seregiel. I looked this up and did not simply use a name-generator. In fact, any Elven character in this story will have a name that I contrived and that has an actual translation. I just want you to know this so that you know I'm not cheating you.
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