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What is a Soulmate?
It is like a best friend, but more. It is the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It is someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don't make you a better person - you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It is the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens... you will always love them.
The cost was heavy but it was worth it. She will have her love and her freedom. I would wear a collar even in the next life if it meant to save such a person from her anguish, when their greatest crime was loving another too much. She is redeemed. I can see it in her actions and her behavior. I can only hope the Seldarine believe as I do. I risk everything that they do. May they find the way to Arvandor and may this sacrifice light the way.
There was a storm on the horizon.
It was certain that she would be required to participate in the war. Her Master and Mistress were there as well. Going back along the path to her past. She felt the grip of madness from the battle as the army proceeded, E'lyanei was gone. Waiting. Soon enough there would be no Alyisse the Silverhaired. The woman born of fear and rage would not be coming to guide her blades any longer. Swimming in a sea of madness. The death of those in her past, having no future. There was nothing left of her as it was.
"Nice shot, Alyisse." a voice ripped through her mind as visions of the woman she had shot's screams echoed through the night. She was from the temple. Another Black Arrow that happened to have been there. Others dead. Those in a time before she had been exiled would have called her sister. She was a traitor to her own people, fighting for the enemy. Dhaerrow. There would be no paradise for her even had she not sold her future away.
After the camp established itself for siege, her Master had wisdom to shed on her of the situation. Advised her on how to find her calm and that she should not partake of the things that kept her mind from shattering. There was so much pain. Anguish. Yet not even death could be a release for her. Not anymore.
It wasn't until that night as she fell into reverie that she allowed her mind to wander again. There was no future for her. Her past has been torn from her as well. What was left? All that was left.. was the moment. The now. That is what she would fight for. For every single moment with everything she had left. She would not abandon those close to her. Alyisse the Silverhaired found her strength once more that night. Her desire to always remain in the moment. To live.
It is like a best friend, but more. It is the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It is someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don't make you a better person - you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It is the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens... you will always love them.
The cost was heavy but it was worth it. She will have her love and her freedom. I would wear a collar even in the next life if it meant to save such a person from her anguish, when their greatest crime was loving another too much. She is redeemed. I can see it in her actions and her behavior. I can only hope the Seldarine believe as I do. I risk everything that they do. May they find the way to Arvandor and may this sacrifice light the way.
There was a storm on the horizon.
It was certain that she would be required to participate in the war. Her Master and Mistress were there as well. Going back along the path to her past. She felt the grip of madness from the battle as the army proceeded, E'lyanei was gone. Waiting. Soon enough there would be no Alyisse the Silverhaired. The woman born of fear and rage would not be coming to guide her blades any longer. Swimming in a sea of madness. The death of those in her past, having no future. There was nothing left of her as it was.
"Nice shot, Alyisse." a voice ripped through her mind as visions of the woman she had shot's screams echoed through the night. She was from the temple. Another Black Arrow that happened to have been there. Others dead. Those in a time before she had been exiled would have called her sister. She was a traitor to her own people, fighting for the enemy. Dhaerrow. There would be no paradise for her even had she not sold her future away.
After the camp established itself for siege, her Master had wisdom to shed on her of the situation. Advised her on how to find her calm and that she should not partake of the things that kept her mind from shattering. There was so much pain. Anguish. Yet not even death could be a release for her. Not anymore.
It wasn't until that night as she fell into reverie that she allowed her mind to wander again. There was no future for her. Her past has been torn from her as well. What was left? All that was left.. was the moment. The now. That is what she would fight for. For every single moment with everything she had left. She would not abandon those close to her. Alyisse the Silverhaired found her strength once more that night. Her desire to always remain in the moment. To live.