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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 8:54 pm
Desert stars. So beautiful. So enchanting. so romantic. Eleyym called a few stars to his palm. they glittered in his hand, twirling, dancing, and singing to him, sweetly. The beautiful song of the stars. The song was something an astromancer of the Holy temple of Light learned during training. He sang softly along with the small stars in his hands, and they replied in harmonic voices....This was the desert star. He changed his song to ask for directions to Meldonar......
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 2:41 pm
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18 years after draku's death. Eleyym now enters the desert, in need of time alone.....
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 3:20 pm
I walked out into the desert mulling things over. I knew i was a strong astromancer, but i had to calm my nerves nonetheless. Many thoughts reeled through my mind....
I remembered my lover Vayeldyn, from so many years ago. I'd passed astromantic training with flying colors, and since then, she'd always admired my expertise. I managed to enchant her with starlight often, and i myself had been attracted to the original gems she created through geomancy. She often gave me small gems, and enchanted charms to add to my collection....
It was calming to remember my lover as such. Somehow she'd always calmed me down when i was nervous before a test, and she always comforted me when i felt i'd done something wrong. It was as if we were meant for eachother...I'd not seen her since i left to find my place of solitude...I may never see her again. I didn't know how long i'd have to protect Lecta, and if i died while i did so....
It was then that i saw the small, white structure in the distance. It was very curious, for i'd not seen it on the fly over here. Nor the eighteen year journey. I walked towards it with ardor. I was very curious about this...This might be something interesting.....
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It wasn't too long before i came upon a small, four-pillared shrine. It had a large white statue of some, ambigous man, standing with arms seemingly crossed...or perhaps they were holding something...There ws nothing in his hands, but it looked like the connected fists may have held something long ago...But it was not this feature of the weathered statue that cought my attention. It was the beautiful, golden sword that stood upright at the base of the statue that had me mesmorized...It was beautiful. It had a large, round diamond in the pommel of the sword, and several along the length of the blade itself. There were beautiful, ancient engravings on the blade, and hilt as well. The shape of the letters was...familiar. Then i recognized it immediately. That was the ancient language of the stars written on that sword. It read "Lastyde emenyea sylyd Eleyym Yohavia"....translated it read, "strength of the Breath of Man"....That was my name...was it meant for me? Had the stars places it here for me? Then i recognized the statue. That was me...
The shrine was being built in the desert. The elved had built a monument for Eleyym, the ancient astromantic hero of old. The monument held not only my grave, but my golden weapon, my symbol engraved on the arches surrounding the statue.....
That was the future? But how could it be? I could only see into the future, that was a fact. It couldn't be the past either, for it was very old, and i hadn't yet become a hero anyways..I'd never even seen this weapon in my life. How did it get here? Was i meant to take it for my own? Was it a mirage....? I grasped the handle of the sword, and knew it was no hallucination. The diamonds lit at my touch, and it's weight counterbalanced my arm's strength...It was almost like an extension of me arm...I swung it around, testing it. I wielded it with ease...It must belong to me....I had to show the others. This was no normal phenomenon, but the stars must've granted me this sword for a reason, and i believe i was meant to fight with it...now.
While i was turning to leave, a glimpse of light caught the corner of my eye. There was a scabbord, and belt to go with it...I strapped it over my shoulder, not even bothering to read the inscriptions, and bolted back to the city.....
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