Sometimes the only thing that can keep us to keep going through the hardest despair is the memories. The good times, the carefree times, when nothing was at stake. Memories can free us or enslave us, but the important thing to think is that all will end. You can't change what was bound to happen, all u can do is try to see through the darkness. But the hardest part is finding the light.
Now or never. Weaving through the forest and past pools of new rain water, Valda practically ran to the sea's edge. The ship had been sung out by the top elves in all of Alalea. Bobbing with the waves, Edoc'sil Wryda was ready to set off to other lands. The coast was crowded with elves from all over to see the first ship ever to leave its home land.
Deep breath. In, out. Pushing thro the throngs of people. Almost there. Breath. Finally her bare feet hit water. She ran, splashing thro the shallows, until every being was quiet. I wasn't bargaining for so much attention…
"Atra eka eitha" Let me go.
The silence was unbearable. Almost at tears I turned to leave. Ragnar bowing.
"Wiol ono." For you
I'm going. Relief. Getting my packs. Boarding the ship. My heart thumping. All eyes on me. Praises that I was upholding my breoal's honor well. But mostly one call–a voice out of the rest. "Andlát malthinae" Death binds.
Those snaps of the day before ran thro Valda's mind. They twisted into things that could have happened. But they all came back to it. Death binds. She hadn't given it a thought then, but it all came back to her when she had woken up. All it ever came to was another questioning thought–who had called it.
The whole day had replayed its self over and over again. Running as fast as she could to get onto the ship. She lived far and isolated from the town and news traveled slowly for her. She had wanted to leave. She had needed to leave. Her life had become torture and she needed something new–a adventure that would led her away forever.