Post by Azaradel on Apr 11, 2007 6:36:25 GMT -5
Of all the heroics and virtue, evil and malice; it was scar of memory that fashioned an Azeroth.
Always the bane of adventurers was the end of the adventure.
To that end, we saw the wake of our hopes and ambitious souls come to fruition.
Was it all that we hoped for? Was it all that we died for?
Indeed it was, when we drowned in the dark sweet ale of taverns.
Happiness and glory were fleeting moments, as the statued heroes began to dull and crack.
In the story of the end of stories, it was an epic of it's own.
A neverending tale of tales to the dancing flame on candles.
Glorious cheers to the tipping of overflowed mugs.
All of it dying in the night as many had died to the blade and arrow.
The end of the story began like a story when once upon a time...
It all began when she laid her arms and armor down to rest, her time served and served well.
Her home had loved her in her deeds, her deeds now done and so was home with her.
As she took her few final steps away, she heard the bell strike the hour.
And so it rang and rong, forever in the song of the past she left, the town of bells.
And with a sad smirk, she said, "To be forgotten is worse then death" as she walked through the gates and in to her future from home.
Sitting in the corner of a tavern, hiding her face under her hat, she drinks to herself, listening to the sounds and steps of the people.
She tips her hat, covering her face in a shade that never left, taking her own steps in the sad sound she could never forget.
One hand raised, she pushes the swinging door once more, the cold wind nipping at her bare neck and the sound of rain striking her leather hat, pouring off in small tears that might as well have been her own.
She walked down the cobble street, peering at the dim lights in the windows as she tasted the moist air.
With a small sigh, her inner sadness escaped her, a cloud of warm moist breath against the cold air.
For a moment, she stops and peers up, the moon reflecting in her eyes as the cold rain pales her face.
A sound is heard, one she remembers, anxious steps of energy and adventurous youth.
With a bound and a splash, the anxious youth stares at her with curious eyes, she stands still, the shade of her hat once again concealing her face in darkness.
With the moment she heard him, another was gone in which she lost her interest and began to walk again, clearly uninterested in the person she knew she would hear the steps of another day.
The youth bounded and splashed through the rain, "Hey! Why are you in the rain?" he called his breath forming a fog, hiding his face as her hat hid hers.
Startled by his sound that silenced the dripping rain, she slightly peered over her soaked shoulder then back again, her heart slowing again to the rhythm and sound she grown used to.
The youth stepped forward, with yet another splash, "How about we go for a drink? My treat" was offered with a lowered voice.
Her ears twitched at the sound, as the same sad smirk crept along her face, she turned to face the youth, "Maybe... some other time kid" she replied in a voice she had seldomly used.
The youth returned the smirk, familiar with the game he thought she was playing, "So what's your name then?" he said at last.
She blinked under her shade of darkness, the rain dripping from her hat, "Alzeta..." she replied in, the name echoing through the rain drops.
With a nod, the youth returned the reply, "I'll make sure to remember that name" as he winked and bounded for the tavern from which she came.
She watched him as the rain came down, a new sound she heard that beat beneath her chest.
She smirked once more, remembering a time long forgotten, where the sound rang and rong, forever in the song of the past she left, the town of bells.
She peered up once more at the moon, the rain dancing through the cold sky, she turned and walked away, "I'll remember you too kid..." she whispered in a voice she seldom used, in her past that she remembers.
And with the sounds of the rain, the taste of the cold moist air, and the beating of her heart, she tipped her hat up and let the moonlight shine in her eyes once more.