Ahlorial wipes the last tear away
and slowly stands. The Sivan Library was
quiet. The books lining the
walls were many. She smiles in remembrance as
she spies the multi-volume Epic.
She had read all the books, or copies of
them, in her years training to be
Vndyrwynd's Swordsworn.
It was over.
She lay her flickering broadsword, still perfect after several
years of battle, next to the altar.
"I must leave Your service for a time, Master. No, let me speak
speak with my own voice. I
have done as You asked and I am left with
ashes. My honor is empty,
the song of battle dim. I must find myself
again, Master. Until I have
Balance again, I can not lift a sword again.
For I swore to you to only lift
my sword for You and right now, I cannot
serve You."
Ahlorial left the sword at the altar and walked away. She knew it
would be waiting for her.
As she began her walk to Kieron's Monastary, the
only question she could not answer
was when she would return to it or if.
Ahlorial is single.
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