Dawnsky · Chronicles

((  It is with a heavy heart I bid my fellow LiveJournal-ians adieu...

FOREVER! 

Just kidding. I got you, didn't I? DIDN'T I?!

Moving on...I will be gone from LiveJournal for a bit, but I don't know how long. This makes it crucial for you ALL to be on WoW. (I'm looking at you, Myn. And here is the second half of the story, as promised. ))

Eleanea drew her dagger swiftly across the throat of the towering Troll. He roared with rage as his head fell. The scream continued to ring in her ears even as she kicked the head off the mountain. The rain was still pouring, and she had braided her hair, the end tied off with a thin golden ribbon from the bodice of her gown.
     She was sick of the rain, and had been coughing for the past hour. She felt weak and could hardly move her legs. As she reached the bottom of the mountain, however, she collapsed. From that point, all was black.

At least, for a little while. When Eleanea awoke, she found herself bundled up next to a merrily crackling fire. She could hear bustling behind her, but she was too tired to turn around. She looked up at a high window. Glorious, glorious golden sunlight was streaming into the room, drowning Eleanea in a pool of light. She smiled, but someone stood in front of her. His golden hair was almost blinding.
        "Kelan." She was surprised, and somewhat relieved. He grinned jauntily.
       "You sleep far too much, you know," he said. He turned around, and an old woman with a friendly face and gray hair put in a bun appeared.
      "Oh, she's awake!" the old woman said in a sweet, warm voice. Eleanea smiled and made herself sit up. "What a pretty girl you found, Kelan." Kelan blushed, but Eleanea intervened.
     "I thank you both for your hospitality, but---" The old woman cut her off.
    "No, dear. You simply must stay and have a bite to eat," she said kindly. The younger woman could hardly refuse. Forcing a smile, she nodded.
   "I...Alright," she said, though she really didn't want to stay. Not that she wasn't grateful for their kindness; on the contrary, she was surprised and happy about it. But she didn't want help on this 'I'm-going-to-be-independent' journey. She would now admit that she was being proud; but back then, there was not a chance she would say anything of the sort.
 

Eleanea packed up her things, glowing and joyous. The meal she had with Kelan, his sister, Eane, and his grandmotherhad been full of laughs, and she felt elated. She liked them all very much. But now, she felt a squirm in her stomach everytime she saw Kelan; it was sour and sweet, but not in an unpleasant way. She had never liked a person so much as she liked him. She learned that he was a Paladin, and was just eighteen, two years older than she. Eane was Eleanea's age exactly. She smiled as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, and Kelan entered the room.
        "You'll really go on your adventures alone?" he asked. She tilted her head.
        "I think I may," she said. He smirked.
       "Oh? And what if you pass out again?" She gazed at him. His eyes were even more laughing and teasing, now. Eleanea clasped a hand over the glass nightingale pendant, which was as long as her hair. 
       "Perhaps a knight in shining armor will come and rescue me again," she teased, and turned towards the door. Kelan blinked, and then quickly followed after her.
      "I'm coming with you," he informed her. Eleanea turned slowly, stared at him, and walked out the door. She heard him follow her, and despite her not wanting help, she couldn't help but smile.

(( Everyone else had a story for their character, so I wanted one. ZomgEle'spastnowai. It'll be kind of a love story, kind of an adventure story. It will be continued after this, however, and will take a while to complete. ))

Eleanea laughed, and it reverberated off the stone walls. The dark, curly haired girl next to her, however, frowned.
      "It's not funny! You'll get in awful trouble!" she whispered severely. Eleanea sobered, but her green-gold eyes sparkled with glee. 
     "Arki, how will I get in trouble if I'm not here?" she asked. She glanced around the academy's walls. "This place is for high born people. How do we know if I was high born, hmm?" Arki sighed.
     "It isn't for high born people, Eleanea. It's for learning--"
     "For people who have a lot of money," finished Eleanea calmly. Arki's nose wrinkled, as it so often did when she was frustrated.
     "How will you survive, out there?" she asked. At this, the auburn haired girl laughed loudest of all. Some apprentices whirled around and glared, while others giggled. In fact, one brown haired girl stood, her pink lips smirking.
     "Have you forgotten who Eleanea is? The Goddess of the Streets, the Mistress of the Dagger! In our presence is the Majesty---"
     "Alright, we get it," said Arki moodily. She looked at her friend and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I don't want you to get hurt," she whispered tearfully. Eleanea took her hand and squeezed it.
      "I won't. But there's so much out there, outside the academy walls. I don't want to live the cushy life anymore," she said. "I leave at dusk."

Eleanea slung her backpack over her shoulder. The pretty green gown she wore tripped her, and she nearly fell out the window. She caught her balance and slowly clambered out the open window. The delicious smelling spring breeze welcomed her. Fitting her feet into the many loose stones, Eleanea slowly made her way down the tower. Her hair streamed down her back, which felt refreshing after being held up for so long. But, as she looked down, she gasped. The city was beautiful by night. Candles glittered in the homes of people who were still awake. The city looked like a model, filled with large buildings and taverns. The stars dusted the velvety black sky, glittering like gems in a ball gown.
            Finally, Eleanea reached the ground. She spied a man smoking in the corner. She saw a guard patrolling around the city, who clearly would rather be inside a tavern. She smirked a little, shifted her backpack, and started down the road.

The din of the Wayfarer's Tavern was almost deafening. Men bellowed bawdy songs, and women danced. Two rogues, a Blood Elf and Troll, whispered in the corner. An undead was tossing his own head up and down. The barmistress passed around drinks. Eleanea felt eyes on the back of her head, but she ignored them. She was fascinated with this place. She walked into one rowdy guard who was clearly drunk. He slurred flirtations at her, and she got away as quickly as possible.
               Eleanea walked up the ramp, scooting through the crowd. She found the upstairs impossibly quiet. She walked silently towards an empty room and fell upon a bed. She slept peacefully, her dreams swimming with joy and relief.

"Hey!" She felt someone poke her arm. Eleanea's eyes fluttered open. A tall, handsome Blood Elf stood before her. His golden hair shimmered in the sunlight. She blinked and rose.
        "Lazy bones." The man grinned, and Eleanea perked a brow. The sixteen year old eyed him carefully. 
        "What time is it?" she inquired.
        "Eleven." She blinked again.
        "That late?!" The man chuckled. She couldn't help but notice, once again, how handsome he was. His eyes glittered with mischief and laughter. Finally, he bowed low. Eleanea swooped into a quick curtsey and darted around the room, looking frantically for her backpack. The man, however, caught her arm and stopped her search.
        "Settle yourself, young woman," he said. "You'll need something to eat before you go." Eleanea stared at him, before truly taking in his words.
         "W--? Oh! Oh, yes, perhaps..." They made their way downstairs.
        "My name is Kelan, by the way," the man said.
      "Eleanea," she replied. He smiled, and her already rosy cheeks became red. As they reached the first floor, she realized she wasn't hungry.
      "I really must go," she said suddenly. Kelan looked surprised and slightly crestfallen, but he shook it off.
     "You're sure?" he asked. She nodded vigorously. 
     "Our paths will meet again, I'm sure," she said. With that, she ran out the door and into Eversong Woods.

Eleanea tripped and fell. The great beast roared and beared down upon her. She screamed and shoved her dagger into its chest. It rolled over, clearly dead, blood spurting from its chest. She rose, breathing heavily. The rain poured down, drenching every inch of her, plastering her hair to her face. She tilted her head up, the rain welcome.
           "Thank the Light," she murmured. She turned toward the rolling hills and started up them, muddy and bleeding, perfectly unaware of her fate.

Yes, I'm fairly sure they're whole, and positive that there's nine; four girls and five boys. I can't wait until they're walking around! AND HERE...HERE! is the picture. I'll get a better one up. This was taken with a camera phone.

The brown lump of a dog is the exhausted mother. It took 48 hours to get them all out. I've formed an attachment with one little black puppy and the yellow one. Reminder: They are labradors, will have their eyes open in about 10 days, and will be walking in 3-5 weeks.

I'm writing from the inn in Gadgetzan. I've been out in that desert they call Tanaris all day, and I suspect that's how I'll be spending the next week.

Last night, I saw Steyr for the first time in a month or two. He didn't look extremely happy. He told me that he felt horrible for never being around, and I told him that I didn't care.
    "But I do. I've been so busy, running around and playing the 'hero' that I disregarded your feelings. And you know, that's not fair," he said. I bit my lower lip. 
     "This isn't going to end with a "I'm not good enough for you," is it?" I asked quietly. He chuckled weakly.
     "I don't feel good enough for anyone, at the moment, but especially not you. You're too kind and caring to deserve this." I closed my eyes.
     "You have to do what you think is best, Steyr," I said. He sighed.
     "I'm never around, Eleanea. And don't think I want this...But I promised my uncle I'd protect, and..." I cut him off, sliding out of his embrace.
     "I know. And I respect that," I said, willing myself not to burst into tears. "This would be so much easier for both of us if it followed with an 'I hate you.'
     "I'll never say that, Eleanea, not in a thousand years. I love you too much." I want to hug him, to kiss him, tell him I'd follow him anywhere. But I couldn't. I merely swallowed my tears and smiled sadly.
    "I love you, too, Steyr. But I understand that you want me to be happy. Though I can't honestly say I'm thrilled, I don't hate you, either."
    "I know. You're not that kind of person," he said softly. He hugged me briefly. "But can you do me one...one favor?'
    "Anything."
    "Don't get back together with Renais," he said, smiling sadly. I laughed slightly.
   "That will never happen," I said. With a last, long, sad look, he took his leave. I wish I had chased after him, telling him how much I loved him, telling him he could be gone for a month or a year, and I'd love him just the same. I wish none of this ever happened. I know how much it hurt him to let me go, and it hurt me just as much.

That was the short version, though. Most of it is a blur. I left without telling my family, but perhaps when Trell's around, she'll tell them. I need time by myself, to re-group and simply cry. But, of course, Steyr and I will remain good friends. But I don't think I'll be able to look at him without feeling my heart swell. I do love him.

(( The real reason? He's leaving for college in the fall, and will probably kill off Steyr. I told him to break-up with Ele if he ever kills of Steyr. But that probably won't help at all. XD ))

No, indeed. I'm quite alive. I've just been terribly busy re-writing every piece of music I've ever written or bought. (( I'm looking at you, Jand. )) Jandercia made three quite demonic weapons. After Trell and I requested she take them back, she said she couldn't. I was infuriated. So, I removed the weapon from my person, but apparently, it flew back into my backpack. And guess what I saw when I pulled it out?

Every single piece of music I own, attached to the bloody thing.

I went completely insane. I had worked extremely hard on every piece  of music that was speared and ruined. My greatest and oldest, my worse and youngest songs, completely destroyed. I cried for a long time, if only out of exasperation. While copying this music, I didn't bother to take care of myself; I locked myself in my room or in the Brill townhall and wrote and wrote and wrote. I hardly ate, slept, or talked to anyone. Finally, though, I'm all done. 

LATER:
   Malendria's been telling me I've been looking a lot healthier, which is good. Only recently have I started looking sickly; ever since I started visiting Silvermoon a lot. Perhaps lack of it is better for me?

(Melody is very sweet, med-speed.)

The more you love me,
The more I love myself. 
In my dreams,
I dreamt of a place where only you and I dwell. 

[CHORUS:]
Always will I follow you,
And to anywhere at all.
I won't look back,
I know that we're safe.
No one can stop us now.

There is not a day
When I don't think of you.
There isn't a night
When I don't dream of you.

Let's leave this place tonight,
But, shh. Keep it a secret.
We'll find our place before morning sun rises.

[Chorus]

No one will know our name,
No one will care who we are,
Or from where we came.
We've both longed to be free,
Now's our chance.

Love has been seen, heard, sung.
All I want is to give myself to you,
Completely and wholly.

[Chorus]

I'll lead you to the ends of the earth, 
Hand-in-hand we'll run.
Let's forget this life, now.
No one will stop us, now.

Written for Steyr Khane

My foster-father, Kal'ran, came for a visit today, surprisingly.  He arrived without telling us, at that. I dismissed my siblings and Anna from this meeting. I know they wouldn't make this a pleasant visit. Kal'ran smiled the nasty smile of his when he saw me.
       "What a lovely young woman you've grown into," he said.  "Gotten yourself off the streets, eh?" I pursed my lips. 
       "Yes, sir," I said politely. He eyed my scarred face and hands. 
       "But she still hasn't been able to keep herself out of troubled," he whispered. I rose and forced myself to smile. I offered him some tea, which he declined. Kal'ran was still watching me, judging my every moment. Sooner or later, I knew, he would try to get a rise out of me. I would play the perfect, lovely lady. He would have nothing to criticize me about. 
       "And you are not married?" he asked. I shook my head.
       "No, sir," I said, respectfully lowering my eyes. He smirked.
       "Ran away from any engagements?" he inquired. I knew he was referring to my running away, when I was engaged to a man twice my age. This time, I raised my eyes, staring hard at him.
      "No, sir. But I am in a lovely relationship with a lovely man," I said tersely. He perked a brow.
     "Is that so? Who?" I told him little about Steyr, save his name and his occupation. He didn't deserve more from me. For once, Kal'ran seemed impressed with me.
     "A Blood Knight, eh? Lucky you. Your sisters (foster sisters, in any case,) remain unmarried, save one. Pity, really. Such pretty girls. Though I daresay you've become just as lovely, perhaps even more so..." Here is where he rose and walked over to me. His face was inches from mine, and his breath smelled foul, as always. I drew back and stood. 
     "I doubt that, sir," I whispered. "But I would rather be renowned for my intellect than my beauty."
     "Eleanea, Eleanea." He grinned, showing yellow teeth. "You are eighteen now, yes? Unmarried, hm? Perhaps you should come home with me, to visit your sisters." He stepped forward.
     "I can visit my sisters whenever I wish, sir,"  I said. "For they are upstairs." Kal'ran reached out to grab me. I pressed a flaming hand on his shoulder. He slapped me. I reeled back. Aarfen walked slowly down the stairs. (( Time for the smack down! ))
    "Is there a problem here?" His deep, calm voice was a miracle. "Because, if there is, I'm sure someone will be able to settle it." He moved off the last step and stood next to me. Kal'ran smiled that oily smile.
     "Of course not. Merely conversing," he said. Aarfen turned my face towards him. 
     "Funny, then," he said. "That Eleanea would have a bruise on her cheek when she didn't have one before. You are dismissed, sir." 

                                                                   ~~~
At any rate, I wish I could have taken care of Kal'ran myself. With so much pent up adrenaline, he would have been a good target. But I'm sure this wasn't the last of him.(( ALSO! St. Patrick's Day. :D! YAY FOR IRELAND. ))

Infuriating man that he is, Renais has decided to speak to me again. Aren't things going bad enough? He insults Steyr and tells me how to live my life. Gah! Why can't he go far, far away? He follows me and appears at random times, interrupting conversations. When I'm alone, he says I'm 'reclusive.' At the same time, while he's insulting Steyr, he drops hints that he's a much better man to be with. Pfah!
      He can run to his little whelp of a girl, Elynari. She throws herself all over him, and good enough for him.  Renais deserves a woman who will most likely cheat on him. While he's relatively civil to me, he insulted Emeraldsky today in a way which I shall not pen. He is a worthless man who should jump off a cliff.  A waste of skin who should stab himself.   A nuisance who should LEAVE ME ALONE. If he's not careful, he may find a sword in his gut.

Must there always be a complication in life?

I found Callithen talking to Jandercia. You can only imagine how angry I was, him asking her where Mynai was. I played along for a bit, Jandercia constantly whispering to me to ask if she could hurt him. I replied no every time. Soon, I gave in and 'showed' Callithen where Mynai was. I told him she had fallen off a cliff in Mulgore, along with Anjula.
    He pretended extreme grief. I gave him a hug, while gagging behind his back. But when I tried to wriggle out of his grip, he wouldn't release me. Jandercia's bird squawked at him, and I was free. Then, the bird vomitted on him. It was all I could do to stop from laughing. He became furious, and I feigned surprise. He apologized profusely, saying his emotions were running every which way. But the bird vomitted again, and he threatened to kill it.
   When the Hawkstrider pecked him, he ran like a little boy. His tone was shaking and scared, not the seductive smoothness it once was. He told Jandercia that his minion, Vexis, had Elarissa. Jandercia snapped. She roared with anger. I called Callithen numerous violent, harsh names. But he only laughed and said that if we touched him, Elarissa would be killed. He seemed far more courageous, when he knew we couldn't touch him. But, soon, he disappeared.

And, all the while, I've been missing Steyr horribly.

That Void witch. That Nether-swallowed-and-thrown whelp. *Several more extremely violent, rude, and more modern curses are written on the page.*  (( They have been omitted so you won't choke on whatever beverage you may be drinking. )) We went to Maraudon to have her be sharing bodies with her good (mildly) and evil self.

I'll write more later today.

Later
To explain...Apparently, when we went to get Trell's Light, Dark Jandercia ecscaped. She took Jandercia's body, which had collapsed. Now, the two Jandercias are sharing bodies. Lovely. Just bloody, effing lovely.

Yes. There will be a lot more IC posts, soon. Bear with me, eh? ANYWAY...Here's something I wrote today that was modeled after what Queen Elizabeth I carved into a window while held prisoner by her sister, Mary. Here is the original:

               Much suspected, by me
              Nothing proved can be
            Quoth Elizabeth, prisoner.
She was blamed for treason, mebelieves. Here is mine; (it fits with a situation at school)

                                                                      
         Prisoner of heart and mind,
        No secrets to be betrayed.
        Forced to lie and smile
      Quoth Anna, puppet in a masquerade.

I'm aware that it isn't the same as Elizabeth's, but that's what gave me inspiration.

A second OOC post. :O But I shall share the experience of going on subways and walking through Boston. Because they amuse me. HAHAHAHA.

Me and twelve other people went to the Muesem of Science in Boston earlier today, and I went on my FIRST subway. :O!! Okay...Let me tell you that it was absolutely disgusting. And, I swear, there was a guy with tourettes in one of the stations. He was screaming, "HEEEEEEEEY!" for a solid five minutes. Anywho...

The first train we went on was acceptable. The other one, we were squished into and people I don't know were all pressed up against me. Then we got on the WRONG subway, and had to go to dinner before we went to the Omni Theater. We went to a German restaurant, which was very good. But the people next to us were clearly drunk, and I saw three jugs of beer being led to their table. It was kinda funny.
    When we were walking over to the German place, we ran across the street. The hand signal thing wouldn't change. We almost got hit by a CAR. :) Lovely. (We were clearly not city people.) And then, for the rest of the night, we ran across streets before hand signals said we could go. It was fun. XD.

The Science Muesem was awesome. There were stairs that, when you walked on them, made music! The Omni Theater made me light-headed at first, though. The roof and some of the walls were engulfed with screen. My new friend, Abby, and I got glared at by some bitter old woman for laughing at the beginning. The lady who was testing the sound was weird. <.< The movie was good, though. It was about a guy who climbed an area in The Alps. But the thing I learned most is that I am NEVER doing that. It looked extreeeemely scary.

We stayed in the giftshop for about an hour, playing with toys. :D. One of the people who came with us was a guy fresh from Korea. He was really nice, and told me that my cat's name in Korean means "apple." His name was Tesung. On the last subway, I almost fell into some guy's lap. That thing is WAY too rickety.

All in all, it was very, very fun. WHEEE!

Trell and I have had yet another argument. It was about Malendria, of all things. Trell called her a "Void-witch." I slapped her. We have not spoken since. What brought on this sudden hatred of Malendria is unknown to me.

Mynai hasn't been around that often, but I did see her a night or two ago. She didn't look that good. I pray she will be alright. 

The person I'm missing most is Steyr, however. I have not seen him since the Lunar  Festival was around.

 Anna has returned from battle! But she seems to be the worse for wear. Her hair is just growing back, as she had to cut it. You see, she had to pretend she was male, or else they wouldn't let her fight. I have no idea why, however; They have let many a woman protect this world. Anyhow, though...

Anna has a large gash on her cheek and several scars on her waist. Her hands are rough and cracked. Her legs are slashed. Her appearance is nothing like my dear cousin, and not much her personality, either. Her tongue has been roughened by her battlemates, and she is far more crude. She is not much like the lady who left home, who left me. However, this does not mean I don't still love her. On the contrary, she is far more amusing now, not so serious. But nonetheless, I was surprised to see this tomboy.

Actually, the song in my last entry was partly for her. You see, before she left, we had a rather big disagreement. I had been feeling truly horrible a week before she was taking off. It was as if I was falling into the Forgetters' group once again. I was doing smoking and drinking in secret. Anna caught me one night, and was furious. She roared that I was killing myself, and that I was selfish enough to want to be dead, that I didn't care about my friends and family. I can understand her anger, now. But at the time, I was just as angry.
      I said, quietly, that she understood nothing. I thought she didn't understand what I was going through. What I didn't understand, however, is that she had gone through the same thing. She didn't want that fate for me. Long story short, though, she left within a few days. We haven't spoken since, up until now, and I am extremely glad to see her. I told her everything, (save some things about Mynai. Mynai should tell her when she wants, or if she wants,) and also played my song for her. That song sounds beautiful on the guitar. (( I don't care if guitars weren't invented in medieval times. :D I like dem. ))