The Tales We Have Forgotten
Hey y'all, this is the third installment to my lovely emo 'Eragon' fic. I'm sorry to inform you that this certain chapter does not include a set song to it, but I will tell you that I listened to MANY sad depressing LOTR songs and other dismal collections while fableing my work of art. So, I shall leave it up to you to pick out your own music to guide you along with this story. Y'all know the disclaimer by now I hope. I do not own any of the characters I speak of in this fic so yeah. Well I do hope you'll enjoy this for I was inspired today because I finished a 12 book saga titled 'Cirque Du Freak' and I was VERY angry with the ending, so I decided to work on this to stop my evil ranting at the book for breaking my heart so. Bye! 3 Madeline
The time had come. A new age was dawning. One that would vanquish all tales of dragons and magic as nothing more than foolishness only fit for the ears of the young. Where the savior of a forsaken land was regarded as mere fiction.
Unknown to the men and women of this new era, there was one left who truly believed. No more, just one. This soul gave up long ago with her pityful attempts to resurrect the fierce battles and lores of true myths. It was no longer needed. Humans had found their peace and unity without the guidance of the creatures of old.
Still, this fair maiden had outlived her unnaturally long life. She could feel her very being becoming weightless, as if time itself was slowly unstitching her presence. She did not fear death. No, she embraced it, for it was the only safe haven that would welcome her after so much had occured.
With labored efforts, the last of her race carefully treaded out of the home in the woods that she had lived in for so many empty years. She managed at a steady pace to weave her way through the slowly dwindling forest. She had made it, to her final resting place. The Menoa Tree.
As her dim green eyes glanced upward towards the timeless force of life, the fair maid could not detour the single drop of liquid that cascaded down from her milk-white face. That single drop held so much pain. She glanced back throughout her life; remembering. Her home when she was a little girl, climbing ancient trees and gazing at the stars for hours on end. When she glanced upon her first love, straying at night being held in his arms, and when she saw his last smile.
Then came a time when someone else wished to fill the void that replaced her heart. She knew it could never be, for she couldn't bare to feel that anguish suffocate her again. Perhaps she was foolish and weak, of maybe she was just scared. She knows now though, that it could not matter anymore, for she would never again have the chance in this world to find out.
Then came the worst memory of all. The one that she tried unsuccessfully to block from her mind until this moment. The blue light. It belonged to him. The silly little boy who never gave up. He never ceased to quit on her, even when the necessity was dire enough. And he never failed anyone that he ever loved. He left for his final voyage more than a century ago, and yet she could never forget him. His glowing face forever etched in her soul.
She did love him. But it wasn't enough.
Now was her chance to leave. She could finally locate that one emotion again that had denied her too many times before. The longing was pulling her into the distance. It was time. If only the tales wouldn't have to pass with her, if she could have somehow preserved them. With faltering breaths she shifted that straying thought from her wavering mind. No. In time the people who rule and fail this land will remember. For what is fogotten is never gone. There will come a time when lost memories will resurface when the need is great.
With that, the last of the elves took one last breath and faded away under the shade of the tree that had mystified her dismal dreams many times before. She would find a place to be happy. And to be reunited with those of whom she loved. For that alone, was more dear to her than anything left behind in the world that made her a slave to her own guilt. She was finally free to live.