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Single Author Stories / Re: The Prologue of Liadan
« on: August 25, 2010, 02:32:14 pm »
The letter fell to the table, its folds well creased from numerous re-reads, the parchment itself stained from the tears it had caused. Her eyes were rimmed red, her nose sniffled and her lips swollen. The letter never ceased to cause this reaction and her self containment was well worn to brink of collapse. Liadan quickly glanced around, and wiped her nose on her sleeve, hoping no one had seen the waterworks quietly shed as she read the letter once more to see if she wasn't imagining what she read.
It had started as all the letters had, with a Dear Liadan scrawled in Meiwen's famously legible writing. Then something was wrong. Her writing changed - it was shaky, the letters not as well formed - the e now looked like an i, the o resembled an a. Liadan eventually had to translate the letter by writing it out word for word on another sheet of parchment. This was the copy that Liadan had retained. The original letter, tossed into the fireplace flames of the tavern, since it was illegible by the end.
The news was not good, she had a pit in her stomach as soon as she finished the first paragraph. It grew as she waded through the second then the third paragraph - Oh the third paragraph felt like she had been kicked by a rivnak in the diaphragm, and embarrassingly enough she even exhaled loudly as if she had been. She clapped a hand to her chest, trying to get her lungs to inhale, to get the air needed to continuing reading. It hurt - so much but finally her lungs expanded with air and she just sat, breathing. The last conversation she had raced through her mind, regretting every word, every hateful, loathing poisonous thought that had been clawing to get out as her mind tried to comprehend matters that time refused to stand still for. She knew she had to leave - soon.
Liadan shook her head, ending the memory of first reading the letter. She picked it up off the table, folded it into three and stuffed it back into her satchel when her finger touched a cold, smooth circular object at the bottom of her bag. Liadan sat up straight and quickly dumped the contents of the satchel onto the table, pushing away everything that wasn't metallic to the side. Sitting against the bare wood of the table was the ring. Liadan shoved herself away from the table, staring at the object that had started it all as if it was a dark magic relic. Hurriedly she gathered everything else that she had dumped onto the table back into her bag, avoiding touching the ring as if it was cursed, and walked quickly out of the tavern, leaving the ring where it laid.
It had started as all the letters had, with a Dear Liadan scrawled in Meiwen's famously legible writing. Then something was wrong. Her writing changed - it was shaky, the letters not as well formed - the e now looked like an i, the o resembled an a. Liadan eventually had to translate the letter by writing it out word for word on another sheet of parchment. This was the copy that Liadan had retained. The original letter, tossed into the fireplace flames of the tavern, since it was illegible by the end.
The news was not good, she had a pit in her stomach as soon as she finished the first paragraph. It grew as she waded through the second then the third paragraph - Oh the third paragraph felt like she had been kicked by a rivnak in the diaphragm, and embarrassingly enough she even exhaled loudly as if she had been. She clapped a hand to her chest, trying to get her lungs to inhale, to get the air needed to continuing reading. It hurt - so much but finally her lungs expanded with air and she just sat, breathing. The last conversation she had raced through her mind, regretting every word, every hateful, loathing poisonous thought that had been clawing to get out as her mind tried to comprehend matters that time refused to stand still for. She knew she had to leave - soon.
Liadan shook her head, ending the memory of first reading the letter. She picked it up off the table, folded it into three and stuffed it back into her satchel when her finger touched a cold, smooth circular object at the bottom of her bag. Liadan sat up straight and quickly dumped the contents of the satchel onto the table, pushing away everything that wasn't metallic to the side. Sitting against the bare wood of the table was the ring. Liadan shoved herself away from the table, staring at the object that had started it all as if it was a dark magic relic. Hurriedly she gathered everything else that she had dumped onto the table back into her bag, avoiding touching the ring as if it was cursed, and walked quickly out of the tavern, leaving the ring where it laid.