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Ilyena's
Sorrow
By
Shalamar ([email protected])
Beautiful
Ilyena Sunhair
waited anxiously for
the triumphant
return of her
husband and love,
The Lord of the
Morning. After
fighting the Shadow
for the last ten
years, he led
Hundred Companions
in daring offensive
to seal the Bore.
And as always
for the past ten
years, Ilyena
waited.
Smiling as
their youngest child
climbed up into her
lap, Ilyena stroked
the child’s golden
hair. “Such
innocence,” she
thought,”how
wonderful it will be
for you to grow up
with out fearing the
Dark One.”
With a quick
glance around the
great hall she
located her other
sons and daughters.
“Soon,”
she murmured,”
soon your father
will return and the
battle will finally
be over.”
The servants
and old friends
gather to await Lews
Therin Telamon’s
return, could not
help but smile back
at Ilyena as a
radiant smile graced
her
face.
As
predicted by Ilyena,
the Bore was
successfully closed.
But the cost
was very high.
Saidin became
Tainted and sanity
fled as madness
engulfed Lews Therin
and the
HundredCompanions.
The Wheel of
Time weaves as the
Wheel will, and ages
come to pass.
The pattern is
not always to our
liking.
Threads
can seldom discern
the whole design.
While back at
the castle Ilyena
waits.
Addressing
the court musicians,
Ilyena requested “Please
play for us a happy
tune to help pass
the time. I
feel in my heart
that our lord will
be returning soon.”
Soon the great
hall was filled with
a cheerful melody
and Ilyena’s
beautiful voice.
The children
gathered around
their mother’s
skirts, clapping
their hands in time
to the music.
As the song
ended, Ilyena could
her the rhythmic
beat of horse’s
hooves beating out a
rapid tempo of its
own. Rising
from her seat, she
forestalled the
musicians from
beginning another
song. With
grace and dignity
she threw open the
doors to the great
hall to receive her
husband, the Dragon.
Her
eyes search his and
in horror recoil.
“What
madness is this, my
love, we are lost.”
She had spied
the madness within.
“Run
children, flee,”
is all she can get
out before Kinslayer
begins to earn his
name.
Lightning and
fire leap from his
hands. The
solid rock walls
come alive to
swallow the
unsuspecting. Ilyena
watches in horror as
her children are
stuck down.
They
lie like cast off
broken dolls; their
play and laughter
forever stilled.
Innocence dies
so easily when
confronted by
madness. Soon
fair Sunhair is
stained red in
bloody pools.
The flush of
life no longer
suffuses creamy
skin. Dead
eyes stare in
disbelief.
Friends and
faithful servants,
burned, half buried,
all dead give mute
testament to the
deed that forever
named Lews Therin
Telamon Kinslayer.
Leonora
Tremaine
Aes
Sedai of the Brown
Ajah
Promised to
Remby
Mentor to
Laistlin and Airi
http://falkenrath.net/leonora/
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