So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed
Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind"
So many years have past, who are the noble and the wise"
Will all our sins be justified?
Within Temptation -Hand of Sorrow
The low drone of throbbing drums played as the unusually small elf danced. Hidden well under the canopy cover of her secret grove she moved. Surrounding her was a chorus of voices that blended into the steady rhythm. It was a melancholy song they sang, and yet achingly beautiful upon her senses. Figures wove intricate steps around her with ghostly grace. Lit only by the single fire that flickered in the very center and the ceremonial candles that blazed in long flames with every passing spirit.
Soon the magic hour would arrive and the day would draw to an end. It was a bittersweet moment for it was the celebration of life and death. Truebloods celebrated such events every year. Not to mention there was a certain irony to her practicing her arts once more. "The Day of the Dead" was the sole reason she had been sent off to RhyDin from the start. One little mistake had nearly gotten her killed.
There had been no mistakes this night thankfully. Tasha was finally learning the control she had lacked for so long at the school she was attending in Tignus. Tonight, she sought to return a kindness to another. She knew what she was doing would stir up trouble, but it was a loose end that had long been nagging at her.
This night, she sought to free a half sibling from the grasp of misery, one of the few that had shown her kindness in the midst of her darkest nightmares. He had paid for it with his soul. A soul whose light and spark was finally starting to wan. Tasha could only wait and plan for the right time, which was this special magical night when the veil lifted and allowed the dead to walk freely.
What she was attempting to do already had her spirit guide in a tissy. Kaspie was still demanding she stop before she drew attention to herself. Tasha also suspected her father wouldn't be pleased either. Yet, she knew this would be the start. One small trickle that over time and as she grew, gaining more knowledge and control of her power, would become a flood.
Off in the distance the bell clock struck three and she paused but only for a moment. Power surged forth. Only those that could feel such things would even notice it, for there wasn't any flashing light or fanfare, just the sudden silence that fell upon her hidden place. Within the warded circle one figure took center stage. The man there stood tall and proud, but in those ghostly features kind, gentle violet silver eyes gazed forth. His expression was one of confusion and then it faded to such a poignant look of relief.
Within Temptation -Hand of Sorrow
The low drone of throbbing drums played as the unusually small elf danced. Hidden well under the canopy cover of her secret grove she moved. Surrounding her was a chorus of voices that blended into the steady rhythm. It was a melancholy song they sang, and yet achingly beautiful upon her senses. Figures wove intricate steps around her with ghostly grace. Lit only by the single fire that flickered in the very center and the ceremonial candles that blazed in long flames with every passing spirit.
Soon the magic hour would arrive and the day would draw to an end. It was a bittersweet moment for it was the celebration of life and death. Truebloods celebrated such events every year. Not to mention there was a certain irony to her practicing her arts once more. "The Day of the Dead" was the sole reason she had been sent off to RhyDin from the start. One little mistake had nearly gotten her killed.
There had been no mistakes this night thankfully. Tasha was finally learning the control she had lacked for so long at the school she was attending in Tignus. Tonight, she sought to return a kindness to another. She knew what she was doing would stir up trouble, but it was a loose end that had long been nagging at her.
This night, she sought to free a half sibling from the grasp of misery, one of the few that had shown her kindness in the midst of her darkest nightmares. He had paid for it with his soul. A soul whose light and spark was finally starting to wan. Tasha could only wait and plan for the right time, which was this special magical night when the veil lifted and allowed the dead to walk freely.
What she was attempting to do already had her spirit guide in a tissy. Kaspie was still demanding she stop before she drew attention to herself. Tasha also suspected her father wouldn't be pleased either. Yet, she knew this would be the start. One small trickle that over time and as she grew, gaining more knowledge and control of her power, would become a flood.
Off in the distance the bell clock struck three and she paused but only for a moment. Power surged forth. Only those that could feel such things would even notice it, for there wasn't any flashing light or fanfare, just the sudden silence that fell upon her hidden place. Within the warded circle one figure took center stage. The man there stood tall and proud, but in those ghostly features kind, gentle violet silver eyes gazed forth. His expression was one of confusion and then it faded to such a poignant look of relief.