Post by Shalyra Saelith on Nov 11, 2010 14:58:09 GMT -5
The night was cool and the light leathers Shalyra wore did nothing to keep her warm yet she felt little discomfort, her mind being too busy with other matters. Her gaze lingered on the moonlit ruins of western Silvermoon. From time to time she caught a glimpse of someone moving among the rubble and still-standing towers; mana-starved dredges that had somehow survived the devastation of the city years ago.
Inevitably her mind ventured back in time to the last moment she had looked upon the same ruins. It had been a sunny day then, the sky had been clear of clouds. Instead of silence there were the cries of the wounded and angry shouts. Fire was everywhere, issuing thick black smoke into the air.
''Leave, there is nothing left for you here'' The guard said. Usually he would have been dressed in gleaming armor, polished to a mirror-like quality and his manner would have certainly been more polite. Instead he looked ragged, tired. Shalyra, having lived the past months in the wilds and dressed in poor quality leathers she had made herself looked no better.
''I...'' Shalyra stammered. ''My family had holdings here, surely there are survivors? I must be allowed to search for them.'' She tried to shoulder her way past the guard but he had firmly held her back.
''I am sorry, this section was hit hard by the scourge, there are a few wounded scattered about but they are mostly soldiers who were sent to defend the area. Which Family are you a member of?'' The guard asked. It was clear he doubted her story and considered her as simply another looter.
Shalyra looked at the guard a moment, considered the worth of pushing her investigation. ''It's not important, it doesn't matter anymore.'' She had said and turned away.
Later she learned that her entire family had been killed. Although she had lived as a hermit by her own choice, it was not until that moment that she had truly felt alone.
In the days that followed she moved to the small guest house her family had kept in the forest near the city, trying to decide on her next move. She kept thinking of herself as a stranger in someone else's home. There was nothing else for her here. She took a few days to gather any resources she could get her hands on, mostly coins, and left Silvermoon, intent on travelling as far away as possible. Standing at the same place that overlooked the ruins of her family estate, years later, Shalyra still felt like a stranger. She wondered briefly if her memories of this place had been half-forgotten dreams.
Shalyra had learned to survive on her own and wasting time on lingering doubts served no purpose. Whatever memories she had here were unimportant. She turned her back on Silvermoon and left.
Inevitably her mind ventured back in time to the last moment she had looked upon the same ruins. It had been a sunny day then, the sky had been clear of clouds. Instead of silence there were the cries of the wounded and angry shouts. Fire was everywhere, issuing thick black smoke into the air.
''Leave, there is nothing left for you here'' The guard said. Usually he would have been dressed in gleaming armor, polished to a mirror-like quality and his manner would have certainly been more polite. Instead he looked ragged, tired. Shalyra, having lived the past months in the wilds and dressed in poor quality leathers she had made herself looked no better.
''I...'' Shalyra stammered. ''My family had holdings here, surely there are survivors? I must be allowed to search for them.'' She tried to shoulder her way past the guard but he had firmly held her back.
''I am sorry, this section was hit hard by the scourge, there are a few wounded scattered about but they are mostly soldiers who were sent to defend the area. Which Family are you a member of?'' The guard asked. It was clear he doubted her story and considered her as simply another looter.
Shalyra looked at the guard a moment, considered the worth of pushing her investigation. ''It's not important, it doesn't matter anymore.'' She had said and turned away.
Later she learned that her entire family had been killed. Although she had lived as a hermit by her own choice, it was not until that moment that she had truly felt alone.
In the days that followed she moved to the small guest house her family had kept in the forest near the city, trying to decide on her next move. She kept thinking of herself as a stranger in someone else's home. There was nothing else for her here. She took a few days to gather any resources she could get her hands on, mostly coins, and left Silvermoon, intent on travelling as far away as possible. Standing at the same place that overlooked the ruins of her family estate, years later, Shalyra still felt like a stranger. She wondered briefly if her memories of this place had been half-forgotten dreams.
Shalyra had learned to survive on her own and wasting time on lingering doubts served no purpose. Whatever memories she had here were unimportant. She turned her back on Silvermoon and left.
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