Discord
Changelog
She took in the mist once more. Sitting on the bed in the comfortable if not the same size room as the storage room she once hid in. A deep, relaxing breath. Tomorrow she would be cast off the end of the board either to become a piece in a new game or to be cast into oblivion. But she knew it was worth it.
Despite her honor being shattered, she kept to her duty. She managed to let him see the truth and strike at Sillaanam's enemy. Why the Black Knight was his enemy made no difference to her. She was the weapon of her knight in this great game. A tool of her Queen and King. The rivalry had consumed them both to the point of endangering the game. "Perhaps E'lyanei, we will never know the truth to who was on the other side of the board. Or if there never was a greater foe. But we have done our duty, and that is enough." The collared elf spoke softly to the shadow of her that played softly in the room. Far less intimidating than the creature before.
Each movement she had made in the game was careful, thought through. Every truth was carefully constructed. Yet the victory was not a complete one. She couldn't pull Amalia away in time. The rook had fallen and there wasn't anything she could do. A pawn can only reach so far, after all.
The fact that she would be lost from this game was a certainty. It was the greatest loss that her Sillaanam could suffer before becoming crippled as an asset on the board. She was a rarity. A treasure. Others even now tried to make secret deals to cancel the auction and carry her off into the night. But it was alright. Exposing Sir Black for his actions was not difficult. The situation proved too much, the chance to strike at Sillaanam's heart too open. It had pained Master, but now he at least could see the truth.
In the same stroke the point was proven of his behavior. Sir Black's desire to cause Sillaanam harm had been his undoing. Perhaps there was a twinge of victory in this. To have struck out at someone so much more powerful and succeed. A pyrrhic victory for us both it seems. One to have lost what they fought so hard for, the other to be tossed away into nothingness.
So close to a happy ending. He had admitted to me his love for her. When he signed my writ of passage how he wrote of us closer to a family. Alyisse Savrog. I was given his name. Maybe one day their name. All she had to do was see him for who Sillaanam was. Had she only seen in time. She went with the safer option. Tears would slide down her cheeks as she relaxed in the bed in the room.
"It is for the best. I have done everything that I could do for him. I can only hope my sacrifice is not in vain. That those in the shadows save me from complete destruction. That once again I may shine brightly as the blade of a new owner. So that I may both protect him and give my all to strike down those that oppose him... That perhaps my letter, my last move in this game grants me the chance to further prove myself to Armuthar." she spoke to herself as she pushed herself into a restful state so that she would be ready for the auction the next day.
Despite her honor being shattered, she kept to her duty. She managed to let him see the truth and strike at Sillaanam's enemy. Why the Black Knight was his enemy made no difference to her. She was the weapon of her knight in this great game. A tool of her Queen and King. The rivalry had consumed them both to the point of endangering the game. "Perhaps E'lyanei, we will never know the truth to who was on the other side of the board. Or if there never was a greater foe. But we have done our duty, and that is enough." The collared elf spoke softly to the shadow of her that played softly in the room. Far less intimidating than the creature before.
Each movement she had made in the game was careful, thought through. Every truth was carefully constructed. Yet the victory was not a complete one. She couldn't pull Amalia away in time. The rook had fallen and there wasn't anything she could do. A pawn can only reach so far, after all.
The fact that she would be lost from this game was a certainty. It was the greatest loss that her Sillaanam could suffer before becoming crippled as an asset on the board. She was a rarity. A treasure. Others even now tried to make secret deals to cancel the auction and carry her off into the night. But it was alright. Exposing Sir Black for his actions was not difficult. The situation proved too much, the chance to strike at Sillaanam's heart too open. It had pained Master, but now he at least could see the truth.
In the same stroke the point was proven of his behavior. Sir Black's desire to cause Sillaanam harm had been his undoing. Perhaps there was a twinge of victory in this. To have struck out at someone so much more powerful and succeed. A pyrrhic victory for us both it seems. One to have lost what they fought so hard for, the other to be tossed away into nothingness.
So close to a happy ending. He had admitted to me his love for her. When he signed my writ of passage how he wrote of us closer to a family. Alyisse Savrog. I was given his name. Maybe one day their name. All she had to do was see him for who Sillaanam was. Had she only seen in time. She went with the safer option. Tears would slide down her cheeks as she relaxed in the bed in the room.
"It is for the best. I have done everything that I could do for him. I can only hope my sacrifice is not in vain. That those in the shadows save me from complete destruction. That once again I may shine brightly as the blade of a new owner. So that I may both protect him and give my all to strike down those that oppose him... That perhaps my letter, my last move in this game grants me the chance to further prove myself to Armuthar." she spoke to herself as she pushed herself into a restful state so that she would be ready for the auction the next day.