Leaving

Rellah�s violet eyes snapped open, her heart racing from the dream. Azeron�s arm lay across her chest, his body keeping her warm in the cold room of the tower, as the fire had extinguished a few hours ago. She could feel her body blush where her skin met his, thinking about the passionate early morning hours they shared. As she awoke, she realized that her body felt extremely tender. And though consummating their love now made her delicate form ache, it could not compare to the pain in her heart.

With a careful movement, she slid from his embrace and stepped onto the cold, hardwood floor. Ashen hair silently brushed behind her as she found her clothing, slipping it on quickly. She turned to see if he had awakened, and to her relief, he was still sound asleep. Lacing up her bodice, Rellah looked around in the dim morning light for the flute. Her nerves still rattled from the dream, Rellah felt a great need to attempt a vision for the lost girl. It poked out of her bag, lying near the couch, glistening eerily. Rellah crawled toward it and reached with a trembling hand toward the flute. As her fingers wrapped around it, a jolt of electricity worked up her arm, and flooded her sight. Images of the child appeared before her, but nothing to show her where Lindel was.

Before the vision ended, however, Rellah saw something else, unrelated to the girl. She saw the castle in Amadul, and even more clearly, she saw Lady Telemnar�s tower, Rellah�s prison. As the image began to close into the tower, Rellah frowned. How she knew those walls all too well�Upon the throne in the tower, however, she did not see herself sitting. The figure was blurry at first, but as she came more into focus, Rellah�s eyes opened wide. A bright burst of gold made Rellah close her eyes, ending the vision.

More confused than she had ever been, Rellah turned back to look at Azeron. How she wanted to wake him and tell him about the tower, and about whom she saw. Her feet would not move, cemented into the floorboards she stood upon. It would mean he would be awake, and she would have to say goodbye. Rellah couldn�t bear to tell him that, as she still refused to believe this would be the end. Instead, she quietly snuck downstairs to his study, sitting down behind his large desk. Lighting a candle, she found an ink bottle and pen, and began to write a letter. Tears formed in her deep violet eyes, but she refused to let them escape. No�she would not believe this was the end.

The letter finished, she pursed her dawn-tinted lips together, blowing on the ink to dry it faster. She set the flute next to the letter on his desk, and began to stand up. Hesitating a moment, Rellah placed her gloves near the flute before blowing out the candle. In the hallway, she considered returning upstairs, but pushed the thought deep within her aching heart.

Outside, Rellah took one long, last look at the tower. It stood silently in the early morning hours, its stone walls cracked in areas, aged by the weather. A tear finally broke free from her eyes, and Rellah allowed it to roll down her cheek. Sighing, holding tightly to the rune to her home in Cove, Rellah began to whisper a spell to take her away from the place she longed to be the most.

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> Rellah�s violet eyes snapped open, her heart racing from the dream. Azeron�s arm lay across her chest, his body keeping her warm in the cold room of the tower, as the fire had extinguished a few hours ago. She could feel her body blush where her skin met his, thinking about the passionate early morning hours they shared. As she awoke, she realized that her body felt extremely tender. And though consummating their love now made her delicate form ache, it could not compare to the pain in her heart. > With a careful movement, she slid from his embrace and stepped onto the cold, hardwood floor. Ashen hair silently brushed behind her as she found her clothing, slipping it on quickly. She turned to see if he had awakened, and to her relief, he was still sound asleep. Lacing up her bodice, Rellah looked around in the dim morning light for the flute. Her nerves still rattled from the dream, Rellah felt a great need to attempt a vision for the lost girl. It poked out of her bag, lying near the couch, glistening eerily. Rellah crawled toward it and reached with a trembling hand toward the flute. As her fingers wrapped around it, a jolt of electricity worked up her arm, and flooded her sight. Images of the child appeared before her, but nothing to show her where Lindel was. > > Before the vision ended, however, Rellah saw something else, unrelated to the girl. She saw the castle in Amadul, and even more clearly, she saw Lady Telemnar�s tower, Rellah�s prison. As the image began to close into the tower, Rellah frowned. How she knew those walls all too well�Upon the throne in the tower, however, she did not see herself sitting. The figure was blurry at first, but as she came more into focus, Rellah�s eyes opened wide. A bright burst of gold made Rellah close her eyes, ending the vision. > More confused than she had ever been, Rellah turned back to look at Azeron. How she wanted to wake him and tell him about the tower, and about whom she saw. Her feet would not move, cemented into the floorboards she stood upon. It would mean he would be awake, and she would have to say goodbye. Rellah couldn�t bear to tell him that, as she still refused to believe this would be the end. Instead, she quietly snuck downstairs to his study, sitting down behind his large desk. Lighting a candle, she found an ink bottle and pen, and began to write a letter. Tears formed in her deep violet eyes, but she refused to let them escape. No�she would not believe this was the end. > The letter finished, she pursed her dawn-tinted lips together, blowing on the ink to dry it faster. She set the flute next to the letter on his desk, and began to stand up. Hesitating a moment, Rellah placed her gloves near the flute before blowing out the candle. In the hallway, she considered returning upstairs, but pushed the thought deep within her aching heart. > Outside, Rellah took one long, last look at the tower. It stood silently in the early morning hours, its stone walls cracked in areas, aged by the weather. A tear finally broke free from her eyes, and Rellah allowed it to roll down her cheek. Sighing, holding tightly to the rune to her home in Cove, Rellah began to whisper a spell to take her away from the place she longed to be the most.
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