The Cold Facts of Life

[Celiwyn]

(Wrote this clip-it as a way to tie me back into an old RP and catch the charater up with what had been happening. If anyone likes it I can try to type up the rest of the story sometime)

 

Celiwyn sighed heavily as she realized that this scroll seemed damaged, only part of the story being still legible.

 

"Shame... seems such a sad story, but I really wanted to find out what lead up to this..." Celiwyn restacked the papers in the library of the distant library, taking her notes with her.

 

"I guess it is time I start heading back toward home, it has been a few months..."

 

Celiwyn then thanks the bard tending the library and leaves, excited to show her friends the story she managed to find.

 

The papers read as follows:

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Weary and tired from the travel back toward the more populated areas of Angelus, an exhausted female lion can be spotted pacing along the edge of her old hunting grounds, almost if she is afraid to go back to where she once ran away from.

 

“What a fool I have been…” She thinks to herself, “Running away from everyone, I abandoned the warriors here… most these people where just trying to help me train, even if their ways are different from my own…”

 

Slowly shifting from fur to flesh, she leaps up into her old watch branch. Looking around for signs of danger and sniffing the air around her, she looks toward the city.

 

“The air smells of change. Something is wrong.”

 

Gracefully she leaps from branch to branch across the forest until she reaches the area she once called home, her meadow. Flipping down from the very branch she once slept on she walked over to her roses, still healthy, despite their lack of care.

 

“Maybe everything is ok… I’ll…. I’ll…”

 

Shifting back into her comfortable fur in hopes to avoid any unwanted eyes she runs full out to the edge of the forest by where she remembered the strange gravity training room where she first met Xek.

 

Peering into one of the windows she noticed no one was there and then shook her head.

 

“Why do I even worry about that man… he tried to kill me… he beat you to a bloody pulp and left you there to train, wounded and …”

 

Then she sighed, remembering the slave she had been to her Goddess.

 

“Had I never of met him I would still be a slave to Lady’s will with no will or freedom of my own… he… by trying to kill me, he… freed me…”

 

Just then her ears caught the slightest whisper of a noise behind her. Spinning around she saw the person she had met and sparred against her second day in this strange world.

 

Unsure of why he appeared here, she tensed her body, her fur prickling slightly, but pricked her ears up attentively.

 

“Looking for someone Leona?” He said, his body laungage showing no sign of aggression.

She nodded slowly, shifting back to human form once more so she could talk to him.

 

“I’m surprised you recognized me in my Le form, yes… a warrior who trained here did something for me and I wish to thank him.”

 

“And what was his name?”

 

“It’s hard to pronounce, so I just called him Xek for short…”

 

The mans eye adverted hers for a second, then his face turned downcast.

 

“He saved me from slavery and I wish tell him how much it meant to me...’ She paused, the look on the mans face sinking deep into her heart.

 

“NO! IT CAN”T BE! Xek!.... no…. please… say it ain’t so..”

 

“He’s dead Leona, I’m sorry.”

 

“Your LYING!” She spat angrily as she shifted back into Le form quickly, running away with tear filled eyes. The man didn’t try to follow her, at least not for now, instead leaving her to discover the truth for herself.

 

“He always comes back to train here… always.” She said to herself as she ran. As she ran past the entrance to the training thing she noticed something in her noise that rang as a cold taste of reality to her heart. Her sense of smell, which could smell someone from miles away, told her that Xek had not returned to training center. His familiar scent had been washed away by the rain and not replaced.

 

A loud deep roar of anger and sorrow filled the air of Angelus Forest that day as Leona realized bitterly that she hid for too long and was too late to thank the very person that freed her soul.