Dawnsky Chronicles

Checking Up

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 02:37:29 GMT

Checking up on everyone...Though I'm guessing Trell is the only one who really uses this anymore.

Eleanea's Note To Renais

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 19:02:58 GMT

(( Posting this here because I can't write letters in WoW. ))

Eleanea wrote this quickly down on a spare piece of parchment. It read:

I love you.

-Eleanea

She dated it as October 23. This was about the time they should have been married last year. She dropped it in the mailbox and prayed it would reach him soon.

Ten Days

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:16:31 GMT

Something didn't feel right, but it felt good. Light was streaming in through the dirt, and the corpse laying in the earth could hear the pitter-patter of rats running over the grave. The decaying body's eyes slowly opened, and she pressed a pale hand up to the dark brown soil . She took a deep breath before pushing up with all her might. It felt onto her face. She blink her big, glowing yellow eyes and pushed again. This time, her hands broke through the surface.

The air smelled of death, and it made the young woman recoil. She dug her fingernails into the soft earth and pushed herself up out of the grave; she was surrounded by hundreds of other headstones. The sky was green and black, and no sunlight peeked out anywhere. She immediately knew where she was.

"Tirisfal Glades," she croaked. Her voice was eerie, but not unpleasant. It resonated a bit, and sounded as if she were singing. Confused as to what was happening, she turned her head this way and that, desperately -- if vainly -- looking for an explanation as to why she was alive again.

Eleanea -- yes, that had been her name when she was alive -- stretched her hands out in front of her. Some of her bones were revealed, flesh having fallen away. Her fingers were long and thin, and her fingernails were yellow. She shuddered a bit and looked over at the town in front of her; she must have been in Brill. Yes, Eleanea thought. I remember this place well.

Slowly, she made her way over to the inn. Her legs creaked as she moved, and her long white dress, which was almost yellow, now, brushed against the dark green grass. The town was nearly deserted, except for a couple of tauren and Blood Elves darting around, holding buckets full of water. She realized that, when she saw that they were dressed up in costumes, that it must have been Hallow's End.

She cracked a slight smile; memories were flooding back in. She had always had a good time with...what was it? Trell? Yes, that was her name. She had always had a good time with Trell during this holiday. Then, upon remembering the name, she became excited. Trell must be still alive. Perhaps they would meet up! Perhaps they would meet up again. And what about Kelazuri? Jandercia?

Renais.

Was he alive? Was that what she had been told months ago? Maybe she would see him. Oh, good Light, how she wanted to see him. She would do anything to just look upon him again. He would, maybe, be repulsed by her, now. But that was a chance she was willing to take.

(There will be another post related to this, soon).

Ten Day Free Trial!

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:05:14 GMT

Yayayayayay. My brother downloaded a Free Trial to WoW. I got back on Sentinels as an Undead, Eleania. (Eleanea is still taken.)

READ THIS. It matters.

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 04:52:59 GMT

So...It's become apparent that I am, most likely, never coming back to WoW. I've discussed with my mother (calmly, which is a big step for me). She gently explained that she really doesn't want me to, for several reasons I don't feel comfortable sharing. I don't think I'll be on LiveJournal hardly ever at all, because I'm going to miss the game so much and don't want anything to remind me of it, just yet.

I'll pop in from time to time to check up on you guys, to say hi...But not as often as I am. I'm sorry. :( I know I sound a little selfish, but...I never do anything that may make me happy, that may be good for me, because I am constantly trying to please others. Frankly, I'm sick of it. I want to stop stressing myself out and just be light and careless, sometimes. I hope you will understand.

But honestly, you guys have been some of the best friends I've had, online or off. You may not realize it, but when I had a crappy day, just talking to you made it all better. You folks have no idea how much you've helped me, how grounded you've kept me, how you've always cared if I was upset. You've listened and comforted when I just feel like screaming and pulling my hair out. You've made me laugh when I don't even want to smile, and there is no way I'll ever to be able to repay you for these couple of years of friendship.

You've made me a better person, a more patient person, and a more willing person in ways that I could never explain. I have never had people close to my age that I could go to for anything. And yet, you guys let me complain and whine and be depressed, and for that, I am sincerely sorry. You've told me to shut up when I've needed it, but it never seemed to make you like me less. You are some of the most wonderful people I feel I will ever meet. I could say a lot more things that are more gushy and corny than you probably thing I'm capable of, but I'll keep it to myself. :)

But...I love you guys. Trell and Jandercia, you two are just two amazing, fantastic friends, and I'm sorry for everytime I've been short with you. Renais, I've had several huge Internet-crushes on you, (x]) and I have to admit I still have a slight one. More than anything, though, you've been there for me when I felt like I had no one else. All of you have. And for that, I want to thank you. Thank you for putting up with my stupid RP ideas. Thank you for being understanding during long absences and hackers. I never deserved your friendships, and I never will.

I love you.

JERK.

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 00:45:32 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ00pKcoh3E

This is the song my friend just sent me. I love you, too, C. >.>

People are strange.

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 04:21:58 GMT

Several people have told me that my hair is golden, when it's quite obviously auburn-red. I've also been told it's "such a nice, pretty light shade of black!" (WTF? A light shade of black is gray...)

Some girl who hates me for no apparent reason flipped out because she thought I slept with her boyfriend. First off, what? Second of all, I'm a virgin, 100%, and plan to stay that way until I'm married. Yes, the boy joked about wanting to (ew...) but he admitted that it never happened, and was never going to. She doesn't believe him, and now thinks I'm a lying whore. Goody gumdrops. No one else thinks it happened, so it doesn't bother me, but still...ouch.

Cats are also strange. I was getting ready for bed and my cat was in my room. He bounces on my bare back, scratching it up pretty bad. I screamed really loudly, which scared him, and threw him out of my bedroom. He's molested my mom, too. I think he was a perverted old man in another life...

Sigh.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 05:57:42 GMT

I wish you guys could come here and give me a big group hug. :( I'm sick of my "friends" here waving off my problems and getting flustered every time I try to talk to them. I love mah WoW peeps.

So...

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:33:54 GMT

What do you do when you're in love with two people you can never have, not in a million years?

I feel sick for several different reasons.

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 15:54:45 GMT

First off, from the waist up I'm sunburned, so it's kind of hard to move at the moment. My friend Devin informed me that I should probably go get some Aloe Vera gel or something. I told him that he was in 'DA FREAKIN' BRONX' and that he should come here and get it for me himself...

Second, my best friend's crush has recently told me that he wished she'd leave him alone. He told me he had another girl in mind, and when I asked who, he tried to kiss me. I shoved him away, but then, (AS IF IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH) he started to profess his love for me. It was so sugary and rehearsed-sounding that I almost vomited. This happened about a week ago, and I was hoping it would all die down, but it did not. He's gotten sort of obsessive, texting me a million times a day and calling once or twice. I've turned my phone off.

And third, on top of it all, my ex-boyfriend has been pestering me, too. He said that he was more sorry than words could describe, that he wanted me back, that he would never cheat again, that he thinks about me all the time, ect., ect....

Yeah, bud. I've heard it all before. Screw you.

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Sun, 16 Aug 2009 02:06:31 GMT

The sunlight was just peaking over the hills when Aarfen Dawnsky began pacing the now empty-feeling Dawnsky estate. The morning was chilly, but the sun was shining brightly. However, the world still looked gray to Aarfen, and he was sure it would remain that way for many years to come.

As he did so often since Eleanea had left the world, he went to her bedroom, leaving everything untouched. However, things in the room seem to have been shifted, touched. Feeling slightly angry, he moved over to the piano, dragging his fingers lightly across the keys. Something wasn't right, here. But nothing was wrong, either. The room felt even emptier and cold, as if a part of Eleanea had come and left. Without another thought, Aarfen hurried to Anoralei's room.

Her bed was empty, as was the bedroom. He ripped through it, flipping over the bed and searching through the closet. He ran through the house, shouting her name and waking his sisters. They, too, searched for the little girl, but she wasn't anywhere.

"Aarfen," Athela whispered, stopping in her tracks. "What if he's...what if he's back?"

"That's impossible," her brother spat. "And far too convenient. Odd, isn't it, that he would come back right after Eleanea's gone? Maybe he never loved her. Maybe it was true. As far as I'm concerned, he killed Eleanea. There is no way I can respect him, like him, or care whether he's alive or dead."

But Athela had always been the patient one, the kind one, the trusting one. Quietly and discreetly, she exited the room, walking upstairs. She went into Eleanea's bedroom, which was exactly how Eleanea had left it; messy, dark, filled with memories and the shattering of a once brilliant mind and even more brilliant heart. The only thing that had not been destroyed was the golden engagement ring; that Eleanea had taken to the grave.

But Aarfen was right. The room felt different; part of Eleanea was had come and left it. The biggest part of her, the most important part of her, the reason she had died. Renais Iceblood had been to the home, and he had taken his daughter away with him.

Slowly, calmly, Athela walked over to the piano, pulling the lid over it. She found a clean piece of parchment and a useable quill, which she dipped into a half-shattered bottle of ink. On the paper she wrote:

To Mr. Renais Iceblood,

You must have heard of our sister's -- your fiance's -- passing. I do not know if you know why she is dead, but if you do, then I hope you do not take the blame upon yourself. As soon as you left, she was never quite herself. She didn't smile. She didn't laugh. She didn't joke. She was like an empty husk of a person, for a while.

She did seem to care about another man, but he couldn't take your place. No one could. If she loved you so much, then I'm sure you are truly a wonderful man and you're sorry for being gone. Eleanea understood. She was never angry at you, she never said a word against you. She said only how much she truly adored you and how much she wished you'd return. She treated Anoralei as if she had given birth to her herself. I know you both were very lucky to have almost married each other.

Eleanea deserved someone perfect, but obviously that is impossible, and I'm sure I'm biased because she was my sister. But by the way she made you seem, you sound nearly perfect. She would have been a sweet wife who would keep you on your toes at all time. I'm sorry you two never got to vow yourselves to each other.

Tell Anoralei that her uncle and aunts love her, and hope you two will be happy.

-Athela Dawnsky

When she slipped it into an envelope, she simply wrote "RENAIS ICEBLOOD" in large, curly cursive letters. She dropped it into the mailbox and prayed it would reach him in good health.

Why do I love you?

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 22:36:52 GMT

You seem pretty good at making me want you again and again and again, just to push me away. You're an expert at slamming the door in my face when I'm trying to apologize for something I didn't even do. You're a master at tracking me down afterwards to fall to your knees and begging for forgiveness. You're extraordinary at making me look like a fool.

I'm pretty good at believing every word you say. I'm an expert at coming back for more every time you shove me down and keep me on the ground. I'm a master at tricking myself into thinking that maybe -- just maybe -- you'll change. I'm extraordinary at making myself look like a fool.

Do you know how it feels to go home, my voice hoarse from screaming at you? Do you know how it feels to know how eager you are to get rid of me? Do you know how it feels to see the realization on your face as you come to realize you made a huge mistake? You've said that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, and that you're sorry for everything. I know you're not lying...but, baby, you have a funny way of showing it.

One second, you grab my hands and we're twirling around the room. The next, you're going outside because you're getting a phone call from the other girl you want. You tell me you have to go home, but I know what you're real destination is. You don't understand that I know you better than she ever will. You don't understand that I can read you like a book. You don't understand that she's just going to hurt you, because she's done it so many times before to so many other boys.

She looks just like you'd want her to -- long, pale blonde hair, unnaturally bright blue eyes, legs that run on for miles, tan skin...Guess you haven't seen her three makeup bags. I suppose you don't understand the use of colored contact lenses. Fake tans don't last very long, darling. Yes, she's the epitome of American beauty -- she's also artificial as hell.

You look at me, and what do you see? Long auburn hair, bright green eyes, oddly pale, rosy red cheeks. Doesn't have the same appeal, now, does it? You called me 'down-to-earth' because I don't wear makeup. You tell me over and over again that I don't need it, but still you run to that girl. You ask me how I know she is so fake; darling, she used to be my best friend, until I saw her kissing you behind the bleachers.

You don't know what it feels like to see that, and I doubt you give a damn. I've been so stupid and so naive, but I still love you. I will always love you, no matter how much I try to fight it. You're the light in my life; you make me laugh, and cry, and smile without even realizing it. You don't realize how much I need you, how much I love you, and how long I've loved you. I know that you love me, too...But you're gonna have to make a choice -- do you want the very meaning of 'modern beauty,' or someone who will love you unconditionally? Do you want someone who will use you for her own benefit, or someone you can call a best friend? Someone who you can go to for anything...tell me, do you want the "girl-next-door" or "Miss America?"

Sad Fact

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 05:16:14 GMT

I totally just downloaded a free knock-off of WoW. <.< Sad/lame.

????? (No Title yet. :o)

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 23:23:33 GMT

This a song I wrote for my best guy friend. ^_^ It needs some editing, but I think the idea of it is pretty good.

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You said that you'd catch me before I even tripped
Just to feel me in your arms
Kiss me quick, but make it last
Take my hand, lead me onto the grassy dance floor
We'll forget about everything behind us

My heart's beat is nearly deafening
Like a child running frightened from the dark
But you have me hypnotized, I can't look away
From those perfect eyes

[CHORUS]:
With you sitting next to me
I can't stop myself from laughing while I sing
You take away the armor I made for myself
Bit by bit revealing my heart
I'm so helpless against you
The one who conquered over me with sweet and gentle words

Keep this slow, brush my hair back from my face
So you can kiss it with your lips that are light as butterfly wings
I'm so scared and so intrigued, but I know you can lead me
To where the sun shines bright.

All I can see is your hand in mine
In this crystal moonlight
Baby, don't let go
'Cause I'm so hypnotized by your velvet-voice
When you whisper you love me.

[Chorus]

I think I'm falling too fast
But I've known you for too long
For this not to happen
Tonight, I'll drop all my inhibitions and, for once
Let someone see my fears, my wants, my needs

You're the only one who listens
When I cry about the boy who moved on so quickly
Step back for a just moment, because when you're so close
I can't breathe
Even though you're my only source of fresh air.

[Chorus]

So now you know who am I,
And why I'm so afraid to let someone know who I am,
But you don't hesitate to strip away
All the parts of the manufactured-me
To learn my secrets and deepest fears
And never, ever, ever, ever
Have I wanted anything so bad.

Thinking of You by Katy Perry....

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 04:30:13 GMT

makes me really miss WoW. Like, the song, the video, all of it. Don't ask why. It's a long story that makes me even more sad than I already am. I miss you guys and I need a hug. D:

Aftermath

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 01:57:49 GMT

This isn't really supposed to make much sense, so. Go with it. :D I just felt like writing something.

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Death had been, for the most part, peaceful. Eleanea had been happy, cold and still in the ground. But now, all she wanted to do was go back. All she wanted was for her blood to be able to flow, to touch warm flesh, to smell the sweet fragrance of Eversong Woods. Her senses were dead, and her face was gray, drawn, and thin. Her hair had turned mostly white, with jets of auburn threading through.

She sat on a stiff, straight-backed wooden chair, staring straight ahead. It was in a nearly pitch-black room, which was unnervingly quiet and stationary. A hunched over Elf-man paced in front of her, licking his lips and laughing softly under his breath. Soon, though, he stood still and gazed at her steadily, smirking. Eleanea didn't move, nor did she look at him. Her chest was still but, if she had air to breathe, it would have come out in short, hard bursts.

"Eleanea Dawnsky," the man -- named Keriando -- drawled at length. His voice was like a blade, sharp and cold. It sent a shiver through Eleanea's whole body, and her hands trembled a bit in her lap. She stared down at her small, bare feet, refusing to look at the man. However, he stepped forward, catching her face in a vice-like grip and forcing her to look at him. She spat at him, and he wiped it off with one finger, laughing quietly.

"I see the fire hasn't died with death," he murmured. Eleanea didn't reply, just glaring with piercing hatred at him. He grinned and released her face, starting to pace back and forth again.

"Tell me, Eleanea...Did you really find any relief in death? Did you truly think that by just running away from your problems that you'd have a chance to be happy again?" Keriando whispered, his voice oily. She didn't answer, gripping the edge of the seat of the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white. He stopped pacing once more, turning slowly to face her. If she had anymore tears to shed, they would have been streaming down her face, thick, fast, and uncontrollable.

"I didn't know I would die," she whispered, her voice trembling. It was more melodic than when she had been alive, and far more pleasant, though it was slightly eerie. It resonated, but it sounded like a chorus of angels singing. "My mind was shattered. I thought I was going to be with...with..."

"Renais," Keriando sneered. "That stupid, worthless man who left you alone, who left you to die. He didn't care if his leaving drove you to insanity. He had his own selfish mission to take care of. He left you to take care of his bratty little daughter, to cry in your room every night, to hate yourself for living without him. He never cared for you...And now he's back, and he'll find an even more beautiful girl to fall in love with and forget all about you."

This was too much for Eleanea. She tried to get out of the chair, but was stuck, bound to it.

"That's not true!" she cried. "He's not back! He's not back! He loved me...He was going to come back! You LIAR!"

"You're lying to yourself, little girl!" Keriando hissed. "He never wanted you...I bet he won't even care that you're gone. I'm sure he won't even realize it."

Eleanea stopped struggling against the bonds that held her in the chair, her whole body shaking. She slumped over, crying dry tears. There was a long silence, save for her gasping. Soon, though, the room grew still and silent again.

"And what did you do to provide food for you and your family?" Keriando snarled. "Sell your body for money? You could at least have been a courtesan...But no. You had to go and be a cheap, dirty whore. You make me sick, you worthless, weak, frightened, stupid little tramp."

"SHUT UP!" she screamed, thrashing wildly against the invisible binds holding her to the chair. "You bastard! You have no idea what it was like! I ALREADY HATE MYSELF!" She was shrieking at the top of her lungs now, all the anger she hadn't been able to express with her shattered mind flooding her cold body. Her mind was back, but she wished it wasn't, because all she could hear was Keriando laughing and throwing every nasty thing he could think of at her.

"And what about Kelazuri? Casim? And Anoralei, Trell, your sisters? You left them all! You are disgusting. You are one of the most horrible excuse for a person I've ever seen, you selfish slut. I'm sure they won't miss you, don't worry -- what did you ever do for them? What did you ever give any of them? You were just someone who took and took and took and gave nothing back."

"Stop!" Eleanea shouted, gasping in dry tears. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I loved them, I would have done anything for them! STOP IT!"

Keriando just laughed, watching as Eleanea finally fell to the floor as the invisible ropes were taken off. She curled up into a ball, screaming to herself. Her whole body trembled and shook and, for once, she regretted her decision.

Writer's Block

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 17:52:19 GMT

I feel like writing, because a certain someone has been an ass lately. (<.< None of you. Don't worry.) But I have writer's block and it's driving me insane, and this sounds really stupid as I type it...

I'm going to start taking guitar lessons (GWEE-TARR) soon. Yay. Happy faces. And I'm going to my mom and dad's 25th anniversary party this evening...More happy faces! Anyway, though. This was a pointless post, but I'm going to force all of you people to read it anyway and you damn well better enjoy it. :D

I LOVE YOUZ.

Eleanea's Letter

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 20:41:22 GMT

Malendria shuffled into what was once Eleanea's bedroom. Her eyes seemed to be permanently red and puffy, but she had pulled herself together enough to see how her sister had been living for those months.

Papers were strewn all across the floor, as were empty wine bottles. Rags that had once been beautiful gowns lay in shreds next to her bed, which was almost overturned. The window was still wide open and the curtains drawn back. At the foot of the bed was a trunk with half of the contents spilling out. But one paper in particular caught Malendria's eye.

It was a letter, in Eleanea's handwriting (the handwriting she had before her mind shattered.) It was short, but it was enough to make Malendria pick it up. The neat, small words seemed to be written just before Eleanea had leapt from the window. It read:

To Trell,

I know that I have been impatient with you. I know that I have been depressed and unpleasant company. I know that I have made you worry and frustrated, and for these things I am more sorry that words can describe. You have been a friend, a mother, and a sister to me, and so I thank you for giving me memories that I will never forget. Thank you for helping me. Thank you for making me laugh. I will never forget you, not even as my life draws to an end. I hope you can forgive me for what I am about to do. Perhaps I will come back, someday...Somehow. But for now, it seems unlikely. So thank you for everything you've done for me, Trell, and being the best friend I've ever had.

Love,
Eleanea

P.S. Tell Anoralei that I love her, that I'm so incredibly sorry, and that I will tell her father that she misses him.

Malendria ran a hand through her long, thick hair, just staring at the letter. A bit of Eleanea's madness had leaked into the letter; how could she come back? Malendria prayed that, if there was indeed a way, Eleanea would take it. But there didn't seem to be a way, in the past or in the future...

Eleanea's sister put the letter in an envelope and dropped it in the mailbox, resisting the urge to burst into tears once more.

Edana O'Reilly (yet more stuff to clear up...)

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 19:25:53 GMT

I'm sending this to some Moon Guard people...so. RUSHED WORK.

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Edana lay on her bed, giving way to blood-curling shrieks. Her belly was swollen with twin babies, but they were arriving early, much to everyone's surprise. Edana was drenched with perspiration, writhing and twisting in the bed while her siblings tried to restrain her and hold her down. But when anyone tried to touch her, arcane would shoot from her hands (unintentionally) and force them to retreat.

Edana had never experienced such physical pain. Her body felt as if it was on fire, as if the twins were stabbing their way out of her stomach with daggers. The physician was at a loss as to what to do; no amount of healing seemed to help this young woman. She just continued to scream incoherently, her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Help her!" the mother shouted, holding onto her daughter and weeping, evading the shots of arcane. "Save my girl! Save her!"

"She's not trying to save herself!" the physician roared over Edana's shrieks. "She's letting herself die...Push, Edana!"

Push she did, with a deafening scream. And, thank the Gods, a baby came out -- a baby girl. But she wasn't breathing, nor was her heart beating. The physician exchanged a glance with the nurse he had brought with him and handed the baby to her. The nurse immediately started to work on the baby girl, and, thankfully, blood started to flow. She let out a loud wail and, for a few seconds, that was all that was heard in the room.

"A baby girl."

"Mary," Edana breathed, giving a weak, grateful smile. But after, the screaming and unbelievable pain started again while little Mary was being cleaned off and handed to one of Edana's sisters. The second baby came out fast, and he was breathing and wailing right away.

"It's a boy, Miss O'Reilly!"

"Jack," Edana whispered, her eyes fluttering open and closed. The name Jack brought the sweetest taste to her mouth...Jack...Jack...The name of the two men she had loved first; the name of the man she was going to marry. Jack Corwynn, whom she had not seen for months. Jack, who she loved more than anything. She had given birth to their children...But he wasn't there. He hadn't been there for her in weeks.

"Jack!" she cried suddenly. "Jack! Help me, Jack, please...please help me!" The burning sensation was coming back, and she was in even more pain than before. The babies were killing her.

"We should have done a cesarean," the physician whispered, horrified as he watched Edana die before his eyes. Again and again they tried to heal her, but to no avail. She was slipping away, screaming her fiance's name all the while. No one was able to save her -- no one was strong enough. The room was filled with screeches and wails, from the tiny Corwynn family. Edana cried for her babies, the babies cried for their mother, but none of them would meet each other. The mother was leaving the earth, her screams getting quieter and quieter until they ceased altogether.

Edana's breathing stopped, and then her heart. The only sound in the room were the babies crying, and they were taken away by the nurse. The physician closed his eyes, checking her pulse. She was gone.

"I am...so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. O'Reilly," he whispered. "Your daughter has gone away from us. She's gone to a happier place."

Mrs. O'Reilly burst into tears, throwing herself over her daughter's corpse, not allowing to touch it. She wiped the sweat and blood off of Edana's pale, cold face and fixed her hair, so she looked like she had before all of this; despite the swelling, she looked beautiful. She looked like the girl who had never met Jack Corwynn, who had never met that man that impregnated her and did not come to watch her die, to try to save her.

"My beautiful Edana," Mrs. O'Reilly wept. "No...No! Please wake up...Please..."

But she didn't wake up. She just drifted off into an eternal, peaceful sleep...The last thing she had seen were her babies, which, despite everything, had made her smile. She was at peace. She had died in place of her children, and she was glad she could take their place. Edana was happy when she left the earth.

To Her Friends and Those Dearest To Her

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 04:06:06 GMT

Malendria gazed out at the forest before her, sitting outside of the house, tears staining her cheeks. Aarfen was with a sobbing Anoralei, but Athela was doing all that she could to help Eleanea's friends. She had taken it upon herself to write to those whom Eleanea had been closest to. The letters had been calm, albeit the handwriting very shaky and the paper tearstained. Almost all of them read the same:

To Whom It May Concern,

It is with utmost sadness and regret that I write to you this news; my sister, Eleanea Aley'ni Dawnsky, passed away last night. There has never been such a horrible loss that I can recall, and I am sorry that I was the one to inform you. A funeral is to be held, but the date is not yet scheduled.

-Athela Dawnsky

She swallowed and placed the letters in the mailbox. They were only addressed to five people; Trell, Jandercia, Kelazuri, Ladran, and Casim. Those were the only people who mattered to Eleanea, at that point; the only people who had really been in her life.

But Athela didn't dwell on it for long; she simply prayed that the letters would reach Eleanea's friends soon. She dragged herself up to her bedroom and lay down in bed, staring at the roof. She could hear Anoralei's wailing in the next room, her screaming for her mother and father...Eleanea, who had been her best friend, her playmate, her mother. Renais, who had been the only blood-relative she had -- they were both gone. She had nothing left, she felt....The Dawnsky siblings would have to work hard be the parents she was never able to have.

And So We Draw To The End

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:37:46 GMT

A scream of terror rang through the Dawnsky home. Lights were going on, and feet ran down the long, dark hallway leading to the bedroom at the end. The door was flung open to reveal a black-haired woman half-hanging out of the large window, tears running thick and fast. She just screamed one word, over and over again.

"Eleanea! Eleanea!" the woman shrieked, every syllable dripping with pain and horror. A red-haired woman ran into the room, as well, to stand next to her shouting sister.

"Malendria, what's---" But Athela didn't need to finish. Laying on the ground, beneath the tall window, was a white figure. It was a young woman, with long, auburn hair and wearing a shimmering gossamer dress. Her hair was spread out around her pale face, which had a look of bliss upon it. However, dark crimson soaked the cobblestones she lay on.

"Light," Athela whispered. "Oh, no...Eleanea!"

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What life had been like for Eleanea before the dark curtain was drawn back over her face was all a blur. She remembered those important in her life -- her family, Anoralei, Kelazuri, Trell, Jandercia, Casim, Ladran -- but one person in particular stuck out; Renais. And that's who occupied her mind for the months she had been gone away from those who cared about her. She thought about him so much that, eventually, her mind shattered. Everything she saw was gray, and life didn't truly feel like it was worth living.

She had cut her hair in a jagged, unappealing way; it was short and choppy, as she had just used a kitchen knife. She secluded herself, hardly ever leaving her bedroom and just conjuring very small amounts of food and water for herself, just enough to keep herself alive. She had been in denial that Renais was even dead, writing letters to him and then burning them, throwing the ashes out of her window in hopes that the words would get to him. Her family was at a loss at what to do, but truly, there wasn't much they could do.

Eleanea started to not feed herself two weeks before she fell from the window. She sat at her piano for hours on end, playing the lullaby she had written for Renais over and over again. However, some of her old self was still there, at times. She would play with Anoralei, or else make sure someone was there to take care of her. That was all she retained -- the intense love she held for her daughter, Renais's daughter, and the urgent need to make sure she was well-cared for. That was all she had to live for, and the only thing that mattered to her.

But soon, it was too much. All she heard in her head, most of the time, was Renais's voice, simply conversing with her. Sometimes they would argue when Eleanea was thinking about what she could do to take the pain away. He would scold her and tell her not to think about that; and then he would wrap his arms around her and hold her to him, murmuring words of comfort. She would spin around her room, thinking she was dancing with him. But when she opened her eyes, no one was there.

And then, one cool, breezy night, Eleanea heard Renais calling to her from across Eversong Woods. She smiled, slid out of bed, and walked to the window, sticking her head out into the darkness. She was amaciated, and her blood was already starting to slow and cool. It was only a matter of time before she would be with him; why not make it sooner?

Stepping up onto the windowsill, Eleanea spread her arms out, the wind picking up fast. It blew her hair -- which was now nearly to her hamstrings -- behind her head. Her long-sleeved gown shimmered in the moonlight, and she closed her eyes, smiling. She reached her arms out to the tree next to her bedroom window and took enough leaves to make a crown, which she did, and placed it on her head. She wound more leaves into her hair and looked up at the starry sky, breathing in the fragrant night air deeply.

She took a small step forward on the wide windowsill and, without a second thought, leapt from it. She felt like she was flying through the air, which was wooshing past her. She just smiled as she fell in what felt like an eternity. Renais was calling to her, his voice getting louder and louder as she got closer to the ground.

And when she hit the cobblestones, she cried out -- not in pain, no, but in joy; indestructible, beautiful joy. The back of her head was becoming warm and wet, but she just laughed and let her eyes flutter open and closed until, finally, all was black. All was peaceful. All was wonderful.

"I'm coming, darling," were her last words, spoken in a fervent and adoring whisper. A few seconds later, her soul left her body and went to join her beloved's, because that was what she had wanted all along, and what she had needed. She wasn't going to be truly happy without him...And now that she was with him, everything was perfect. For once, she felt at peace, because death was the only thing that could bring that to her.

She died for love,
She died for need,
She died for him,
She died for nothing.

She flew through the air like a dove
Just as she always wanted
She found no peace in the world of earthly things
She found no joy in material possessions
She no longer found happiness among her friends
So she found the one solution that was best

Eleanea Dawnsky, rest in peace
Angel in white
Eleanea Dawnsky, it was before your time
But no more dreams of darkness will enter your mind
So sleep softly, sweet Eleanea,
And join your darling man.

Hacked. What The Fucking Hell...

Wed, 29 Apr 2009 18:00:05 GMT

Hacked. Again.

I don't think it's worth it to try and get it back -- it's just going to get hacked again...

Never Enough Time

Fri, 24 Apr 2009 03:19:20 GMT

The soft, sweet sound of a lullaby wafted over the heads of the dancing couple in the middle of a large forest clearing. The woman's long auburn hair fell in soft waves to reach just beyond her waist. The tall man was gazing at her with adoration clear in his eyes; she stared at him in just the same way, her lips turned up into the sweetest of smiles.
    "I love you," Eleanea murmured as Renais brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. He pressed his lips to her forehead, smiling.
   "I love you, Eleanea," he said softly. "More than anything. There's nothing to be afraid of while I'm here." He glanced up at the sky before sighing.
   "Time to wake up, now, dearest," he whispered. "Never enough time, is there?" Slowly did he fade away, Eleanea grasping desperately at air, crying his name. It just rang through the forest as he disappeared, watching his love sadly as he did so.

"Eleanea!" Someone was stroking her face with warm, anxious hands. Blearily, she opened her eyes and attempted to move, only to be unsuccesful. She was wrapped so tightly in her sheets it felt like she was wearing a straight jacket. Athela was sitting on the bed next to her sister, her wide eyes nervous. Eleanea sighed and began to untangle herself.
"Did I wake Anoralei up again?" she asked dully. Athela shook her head and assisted Eleanea.
   She had taken to crying out while she was sleeping, mostly Renais's name; calling it as if her life depended on it. Her dreams would always start out well, and then they would slowly turn into nightmares. But they were so vivid, most of the time -- she was happy to have them. It was like being back in his arms, where she knew no harm could come to her.
   "I'm okay, Athela," she whispered, falling back against the pillows. Athela bit her lower lip before nodding and rising, quietly exiting the room. Eleanea sighed and rose, as well, walking over to her window. She wore only a short white nightdress, but she climbed onto the windowsill and breathed in the sweet air of Eversong Woods. She drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She rested her cheek on one knee.
"He'll never understand how much he meant to me, now," she whispered, gazing out into the purple-pink sky. "How very precious he was." She sighed and closed her eyes.
"Before you, Renais," she murmured. "Life was like night; very dark, but there were stars, points of sense and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor, and everything was bright; there was brilliancy, beauty...I've loved you since that first day in the Wayfarer's Inn. But what would you think if you saw me now?" With a second sigh, she ran a hand through her hair.
"Just come back," she said, her voice cracking. "Just come back; shoot across my sky again..."

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 19:35:45 GMT

   Eleanea read the letter several times; she seemed to have trouble focusing, as of late. But the meaning had been clear enough; they saw interest in her power as a magi...And thought her a Quel'dorei. She sighed softly once she had understood.
   She knew full well that she needed the money if she were to support Anoralei. But Renais had never wanted that fate for Eleanea....But, surely, he would want her daughter taken care of? Eleanea had no desire to teach anymore; she was so tired, just barely alive.
  "Sharp-witted and intelligent," she muttered. "Right." She threw the letter on top of her piano, where it quickly got mixed into the other papers. She sighed again, glancing outside her wide window. Night was peaceful. Night was dark. She had taken to working nights; any other time, she was with Anoralei.
   Eleanea had sunk to handling the wages of the people who worked in the Wayfarer's Inn. It was all she felt she could do, at this point. It was easy enough, as only a few people worked there. Besides...Her knowledge for calculations had never been put to work very much.
   But she couldn't erase the letter from her mind. Giving a rather frustrated grunt, she ran her hand through her long hair and rose, pushing through the masses of paper on top of her piano and grabbing the letter from it, kicking the papers that had fallen to the ground. She seized a quill, a bottle of ink, and a piece of paper, slamming the latter two down on the table. She quickly scrawled a reply.

To Whom It May Concern,

The offer is greatly appreciated, and I am honored that I was chosen. Thank you. I'm currently in a circumstance where I feel that joining your ranks may be somewhat mandatory. I will meet with you as soon as I can.

-E. Dawnsky

If they thought her a Quel'dorei, then so be it. Drastic times called for drastic measures.

What's Left

Thu, 19 Mar 2009 18:24:15 GMT

(( HEHEHE. GODMODDING YOUR HOUSE AND PERSON. ))

What had happened?

Eleanea stood in front of a house that looked nearly demolished, just a few half walls standing up. There were a few things buried under the rubble, but that was about it. Her hair fluttered lightly in the wind, and the sun streamed onto her face. Eleanea took a deep breath and braced herself before walking into what was left of Renais's house.
   She shifted through the mass of rubble; she found scraps of brightly colored silk, quills, broken ink bottles, empty wine bottles. But Renais didn't drink. She picked up one of the bottles, frowning, turning it around in her hands. But something caught her eye across the destroyed room.
     It was a bust of a woman, broken in half. Slowly, Eleanea walked towards it and picked up the two halves, pressing them together. She recognized the face; Scen. She bit her lower lip gently, examining it closely. Easy enough to fix...Her hands began to glow with arcane energy, and, slowly, the two pieces fit back into place. Eleanea glanced around for a place to put the bust, and had to settle on a cracked table. It would do, for now.
     Eleanea continued to wander around the house, pressing her fingertips lightly against what was left of the walls. She stepped on something, and heard a shattering of glass. Curiously, she leaned down and picked up the item. It was a frame for a picture. She removed the drawing from it and examined it closely.
    It was of a lovely young woman, with a slight, sweet smile and long, dark hair. She had large eyes, but they were small enough that they lookd pretty. She wondered who it was, until she saw the nightingale pendant hanging around the girl's neck.
   It was her, in Renais's point of view. He had made her so beautiful.
Eleanea stared at the drawing for a little while longer, dumbstruck that anyone was able to see her like that. But he had. She folded it up carefully, holding it to her chest, and continued around the house. But, in the corner, she saw a large lump-like thing. Hesitantly, she made her way over to it.

When she reached it, she realized it was actually a man. He was asleep, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand. His wide chest rose and fell as he slept, and Eleanea frowned. Was this who had trashed Renais's house? A sudden flash of anger tore through her body, and she prodded the man rather more roughly than she had planned. He didn't move. With a sigh, she conjured a flask of water, pouring it over his head. With a yelp, he jumped to his feet, tottering slightly.
"What?" he said angrily. "What do you---" He cut off as he examined her, looking over her from head to foot. A slight smirk pulled at his lips.
"Well, hello there, love," he said, his voice suddenly smooth. Eleanea growled quietly.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "Why are you here?" The man perked a brow, his eyes locked on her face and his mouth slightly agape.
"You're..." he sputtered. "Oh, damn! The Dawnsky girl!"
   "Yes," Eleanea said dryly. "The late Mr. Iceblood's fiancee. But, I repeat myself...Who are you?"
   "Just...Just call me Sunrunner," he said, rubbing the side of his head. Eleanea stared at him before her hands began to flame lightly.
   "Is that right?" she whispered. "Oh, yes. The one who abandoned Anoralei. The one who destroyed my fiancee's house before he was even dead! You pig! I ought to kill you here and now!"
   "Let's not be hasty, Miss Dawnsky," he said hastily, backing up a bit. "Anoralei was a little brat--" Eleanea's hand went flying to his face, punching him in the nose. With a howl, Sunrunner fell back.
"It was your duty!" she yelled. "Your duty to take care of her when Renais wasn't able to! And I find her at my house, looking gaunt and worn, while you're out here partying in her old house! GET OUT! Get out, or I will make sure you meet the grave soon!"
     Sunrunner stared at her furious face, her flaming hands, and didn't try to argue. He ran out of the demolished house, leaving Eleanea to seethe by herself.
     "I wonder what else he stole," she muttered, watching a shiny bobble fall out of his pocket.