Name one thing your character has lied to themselves about. Why did they do this?
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The price of leaving was higher than he could have expected
and paid in full at the cost of his voice. There was so much more gained than
lost, but he had to bear witness to the loss of lives that came with his
service and duty to this foreign nation. Within the tiny apartment he was
granted, Araedriel sat alone and faced a portrait of a woman. She seemed happy
and in her arms, a child no older than 10 with a smile upon his face as well.
“I know this isn’t what you would have wanted for me, but
this is what—“ He stopped and sighed, folded his legs and put his hands in his
lap.
The words caught in his throat and even though he knew there
was no admonishment for what he would say, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
His blue eyes wandered from the picture and stopped at the gorget that hung upon
the wall next to his robe and suddenly a warm feeling filled his stomach. Even
in the fading light, he could make out the detail work upon it.
Tyleril.
The smell of flowers wafted into the room along the breeze
that passed by from an open window. Long before he had stepped foot in this
tiny space, another had come along to make sure he would be comfortable.
Flowers of gold and brightest bloom were dotted on his windowsill and next to
his bed. Upon that same nightstand lay a little golden rose necklace. Given to
him by a little girl with a smile as sweet as honey, her last words to him came
back as loudly as if she were standing there with him.
Silvii, Reynllin.
“This is what I wanted.” He finally said and smiled once more
at the portrait across the room, “I’m sorry, Mama. Really I am, but I am happy. That’s what you would have wanted, right?”
A letter sent by Hawk Courier to Symmathan Brightarrow, on patrol in the forests in Southern Quel’thalas. Marked as urgent the corier made fast time to deliver it into the hands of the Farstrider. It had been years since Tyleril had sent him an urgent message. With a feeling of creeping anxiety going up his spine he opened it.
Sym,
Razail’s ended up in the infirmary. In a coma with some of his ear missing. Come back as soon as you can so he can have you at his side. Araedriel Alluvion, another mender, will be at his side most likely when you arrive there. No, Nadim isn’t allowed in the infirmary and has to stay outside
-Tyleril
The letter was short but the last sentence at the end had Sym running to the nearest Farstrider post. When Symmathan and Nadim left the Farstrider’s post hours later Sym ran as fast as he was able with Nadim following behind. It would take him time to get there but when he did he grasped Razail’s hand tightly, holding it as he fell asleep at razail’s side.
Nadim peered from the windows, the exhausted Hawkstrider Sym had rode in on wandered away to freedom.
This place was as far from home as the moons that floated in the heavens far above. He had crossed the sea aboard great ships and landed upon soil that was completely foreign. The earth was the color of rust and cried clay and smelled like it hadn’t rained in heavens knows how long.
There was green– just outside of the gates that were pocked with arrows and guards who seemed wary of anyone who came close to them. This place was so strange. It was alive, yet, felt dead. There was a feeling of dread that hung in the air like a thick cloud of smoke that wouldn’t abate.
Araedriel had made himself useful within the healing tents and covering the soldiers that were fortunate to return from the battles that had become as a plague to Orgrimmar. Still, there was a voice that bit at the back of his mind. There was regret and sadness he couldn’t lift.
Tyleril Silversword 