For those of you who have read the books, Andulvar and Memphis are not
dead. Well, they are, but...you know what I mean. They're still in the
story because I like them and I want them in the story. A little bit of
creative license.
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Seatan was sitting at his desk with a glass of brandy in his hand. Looking at his glass thoughtfully, he told his best friend Andulvar Yaslana, "You know, ever since Jeanell came into our lives, I have drank hundreds of thousands of glasses of brandy, and only been truly drunk about 4 times." He shrugs and adds as an afterthought, "Perk of being dead I guess."
Andulvar Yaslana is a demon dead Eryian Warrior Warlord Prince with a Gray Jewel and one of the most famous Eryian in the realms, only to be beaten by Lucivar. "And do you regret her coming into out lives Sadiablo?"
Andulvar expected and outburst from the man in front of him, but only got an amused glance.
"Of course I don't regret it Andulvar, we both love her. It's just strange how we went from the blood wine to brandy."
The Eryian stood up from the chair he was sitting in, only to move to a couch with a container of brandy in his hand. "Well, I can't say your wrong."
That's when Jeanell walked into the room flanked by Lucivar, Deamon, and Memphis.
Memphis is Seatan's oldest son and is a demon dead Warlord Prince with a Gray Jewel.
Lucivar sat next to Andulvar, threw up his hands, and said, "Healed. Totally and completely healed. Though how, I don't know."
Deamon perched himself at the edge of his fathers desk as Jeanell sat in Andulvar's previous chair. "They wouldn't heal for four days, and then I wake up this morning to a scratch less, scar less back. I just don't get it."
Seatan put his cup down. "Don't question small favors."
Lucivar said, "Great, your healed. Let's celebrate. I want to go hunting. Any takers?"
Jeanell and Memphis were the only ones to raise their hands.
That's when Andulvar stood up and pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "That reminds me, we have officially been invited to a party in Victus."
Jeanell asked, "Where is Victus?"
"Other side of the realms. Can we go?"
This question was directed at Seatan.
He just shrugged his shoulder and said, "Sure."
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Jeanell was sitting in one of the Hall's many libraries when Deamon found her. She was staring at a ring on her right hand. "Why couldn't we save them Deamon?" She turned to him. "We saved the realms of people like Hekata and Dorothia, so why couldn't we save our own children?"
She had tears leaking out of her sapphire eyes. Deamon came up beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I don't know Jeanell. Maybe it was just their time."
She turned to him angrily. "'Their time.' They were150 years old. They were just children. Why would it be their time Deamon? What did they do to deserve and early death?"
She collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
Deamon didn't have any answers, so he just let his wife and his queen cry herself out in his arms. Taking the sleeping form to their room, he laid her on the bed gently.
Deamon walked to the balcony with a glass of brandy in his hand.
{It was about 300 years ago that my children, Alliana and Lucian, decided to go hunting.
150 years old, but only 14 in their minds. From the letters I got, they met an Elf and decided to stay there for a while.
Oh, we tried to get them to come back, but they said that they would learn a lot from the Elves ancient knowledge.
We said the two could stay. We wrote them letters, and the two siblings wrote back by eagle.
Lucian and Alli stayed for about 60 years before Seatan decided to write them.
He told them that they should come home now; it was time for them to make the Offering to the Darkness.
We didn't even know what Jewels they got at the Birthright Ceremony.
But, the moment they crossed the mystical borders of the Elves territory, they were ambushed.
They were completely outnumbered, but still fought memorably. More than half of them were dead before out kids died.
By the time we got there, all we found were their matching rings.
Rings that said Lucian, Alli, and their kin would forever be kin to the Elves. The rings that were now on our hands.
Jeanell has Lucian's while I have Alli's.}
I looked down at my right hand.
{She was always daddy's little girl.}
The ring had a green jewel surrounded with leaves. Lucian has one with a blue jewel.
{I wonder what they would have looked like know.
Lucian would have been a strong Eryian worrier, like Lucivar.
And Alli... Alli would have been beautiful. The males of the family would have had their hands full with her wild spirit. That's for sure. }
Deamon wiped the tears from his eyes. Setting his glass down, Deamon walked back to the bed and crawled in next to his wife.
Jeanell woke up and held her crying husband.
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Seatan was sitting at his desk with a glass of brandy in his hand. Looking at his glass thoughtfully, he told his best friend Andulvar Yaslana, "You know, ever since Jeanell came into our lives, I have drank hundreds of thousands of glasses of brandy, and only been truly drunk about 4 times." He shrugs and adds as an afterthought, "Perk of being dead I guess."
Andulvar Yaslana is a demon dead Eryian Warrior Warlord Prince with a Gray Jewel and one of the most famous Eryian in the realms, only to be beaten by Lucivar. "And do you regret her coming into out lives Sadiablo?"
Andulvar expected and outburst from the man in front of him, but only got an amused glance.
"Of course I don't regret it Andulvar, we both love her. It's just strange how we went from the blood wine to brandy."
The Eryian stood up from the chair he was sitting in, only to move to a couch with a container of brandy in his hand. "Well, I can't say your wrong."
That's when Jeanell walked into the room flanked by Lucivar, Deamon, and Memphis.
Memphis is Seatan's oldest son and is a demon dead Warlord Prince with a Gray Jewel.
Lucivar sat next to Andulvar, threw up his hands, and said, "Healed. Totally and completely healed. Though how, I don't know."
Deamon perched himself at the edge of his fathers desk as Jeanell sat in Andulvar's previous chair. "They wouldn't heal for four days, and then I wake up this morning to a scratch less, scar less back. I just don't get it."
Seatan put his cup down. "Don't question small favors."
Lucivar said, "Great, your healed. Let's celebrate. I want to go hunting. Any takers?"
Jeanell and Memphis were the only ones to raise their hands.
That's when Andulvar stood up and pulled an envelope out of his pocket. "That reminds me, we have officially been invited to a party in Victus."
Jeanell asked, "Where is Victus?"
"Other side of the realms. Can we go?"
This question was directed at Seatan.
He just shrugged his shoulder and said, "Sure."
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Jeanell was sitting in one of the Hall's many libraries when Deamon found her. She was staring at a ring on her right hand. "Why couldn't we save them Deamon?" She turned to him. "We saved the realms of people like Hekata and Dorothia, so why couldn't we save our own children?"
She had tears leaking out of her sapphire eyes. Deamon came up beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I don't know Jeanell. Maybe it was just their time."
She turned to him angrily. "'Their time.' They were150 years old. They were just children. Why would it be their time Deamon? What did they do to deserve and early death?"
She collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
Deamon didn't have any answers, so he just let his wife and his queen cry herself out in his arms. Taking the sleeping form to their room, he laid her on the bed gently.
Deamon walked to the balcony with a glass of brandy in his hand.
{It was about 300 years ago that my children, Alliana and Lucian, decided to go hunting.
150 years old, but only 14 in their minds. From the letters I got, they met an Elf and decided to stay there for a while.
Oh, we tried to get them to come back, but they said that they would learn a lot from the Elves ancient knowledge.
We said the two could stay. We wrote them letters, and the two siblings wrote back by eagle.
Lucian and Alli stayed for about 60 years before Seatan decided to write them.
He told them that they should come home now; it was time for them to make the Offering to the Darkness.
We didn't even know what Jewels they got at the Birthright Ceremony.
But, the moment they crossed the mystical borders of the Elves territory, they were ambushed.
They were completely outnumbered, but still fought memorably. More than half of them were dead before out kids died.
By the time we got there, all we found were their matching rings.
Rings that said Lucian, Alli, and their kin would forever be kin to the Elves. The rings that were now on our hands.
Jeanell has Lucian's while I have Alli's.}
I looked down at my right hand.
{She was always daddy's little girl.}
The ring had a green jewel surrounded with leaves. Lucian has one with a blue jewel.
{I wonder what they would have looked like know.
Lucian would have been a strong Eryian worrier, like Lucivar.
And Alli... Alli would have been beautiful. The males of the family would have had their hands full with her wild spirit. That's for sure. }
Deamon wiped the tears from his eyes. Setting his glass down, Deamon walked back to the bed and crawled in next to his wife.
Jeanell woke up and held her crying husband.
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