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[Alexander the Elf]

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The soft glow of the early morning began to shine through the now evanescent darkness. The world and it's belongings seemed to be preparing quite well for the new day. In a small clearing outside of the Luna city walls, an elf named Alexander also had begun his daily preparations.

Quietly meditating upon the grass, Alexander tried to continue with his routine morning exercise. Something inside his mind had interrupted him and he could not seem to remain focused. He tried to clear his mind again, but to no avail. Deciding to work through the things he now thought on, he laid back on the grass and looked up into the sky. Small, wispy clouds danced upon a smooth backdrop. Everything seemed peaceful and serene. Everything -was- peaceful and serene, he decided. Well, except for the invading thoughts, but he would manage to purge them eventually.

What were these thoughts about? Most of them had been about the Kingdom of Asur'Herenion. He had been thinking a great deal on the Kingdom, recently. It was a nice Kingdom, but something about it worried him. Why should he be worried about Asur? Nothing was wrong with anyone in Asur and no evil had come recently to disrupt anything. It must be something deeper.

Thinking back to when he joined the Elven Kingdom, Alexander slowly began to realize something. Throughout his life, he had always been on an adventure. Whether it was growing up and doing small tasks for the friends he had, or his long search throughout the forests to find a person whom he knew could teach him the magical arts. Everything he had ever done could be seen as an adventure. With the ending of one adventure, came the beginning of another. Perhaps this needed more thought.

Why had he joined the Kingdom of Asur'Herenion? He had never known elves before, besides himself, and he wanted to be a part of something. Alexander thought on this and realized that he had not wanted to be just a part. He wanted to have a family. Having no real family his entire life, the thought of living amongst other elves had been intriguing. Who would be closer to being a family than elves? No one had been before, and the Asur elves had treated him like one of their own. The whole time, he had finally felt that he belonged to something.

The intrusive thoughts came back. If he had been a part of something then why did he now have problems with that thing, although no clear problems seemed to face him? He wasn't quite sure of that. Thinking back to earlier thoughts, he remembered his adventures. Joining Asur had been like an adventure. It hadn't ended though, had it? He didn't think so, as he probably would know if he was no longer a part of Asur'Herenion. I wonder when my next adventure will come...

That's when things finally began to make sense. Asur was an adventure, but it had to end sometime. Things had to change for him, and he had to move on to the next adventure. These thoughts in his mind had to come from the knowledge of needing to move on. The sadness that would come from this ending seemed to be responsible for his earlier inability to realize what was wrong. At least he was getting somewhere.

Absently gripping at the soft, moist grass, Alexander continued his thought process. I must leave Asur, but then what? What should I do when I leave? I don't really know, but then I have never really known what to do about my adventures before, either. Everything just sort of came into place. Things would come into place this time, also. The end and the beginning would need to be set into motion, though.

Getting up quietly and motioning to Teukelytha, his horse, he gently mounted him and cantered in circles for a bit. After gathering up the nerve to finally do what he had to, Alexander muttered a few quick words. Some short moments later, he found himself at the palace steps. Never had he been so nervous when standing before these steps. Smiling slightly, he realized this was wrong. He had been this nervous when he had first arrived here a long time ago.

Slowly walking Teukelytha over to a small wooden board, he found a paper and pen and wrote down some things.

[Isilmea]

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An old poem found in the Elven library, tucked in a book.

Khyl cries out, having learned his mother's dead,
The young prince runs out, thoughts racing through his head.
Narae spreads doom, killing kindred as he goes,
As young Khyl hides in fear, following 'ere Saint Jack will go.
Emerald eyes gaze through the past and watch anon...
And time passes on...
Time passes on.

The Kingdom is revived, and for all elves there is hope.
Sparhawk's running wild, and running out of Rhama's rope.
Karyn and Rhama wed, and all the elves resound,
Word spreads like wildfire that the elves shall have a town.
King Khyl's filled with pride that his daughter's grown...
And time passes on...
Time passes on.
The wind blows north,
The wind blows south,
Two lives are born,
Two lives, snuffed out...
The only thing that stays the same is...everything changes...
Everything changes.
Rhama hides himself, because his love is gone,
but Sil and Isilmea are with him after all.
King Khyl, he is gone, leaving only his memory,
His spear is in the ground, beneath his favorite tree.
Emerald eyes, and those of Brown, they watch anon...
And time passes on...
Time passes on.

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Khyl stands, auburn hair lightly flowing in a westward wind. Pride and sadness, measured by the weight of the passing of centuries, earned through both peace and sorrow, are evident in his eyes as he gazes from afar across the sea, watching anon.
"They'll be alright, won't they Nai?" He asks quietly, regarding the silver-haired, black-clad elf standing beside him.
Silence reigns for a long moment before Nai replies.
"They will, old friend. They will."

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The winds blow north,
The winds blow south,
Two lives rise to the call,
Two lives fall.
Isilmea and Sil do the best they can…
The Kingdom wakes and the Elves come unto the land.
Asur’Herenion stands strong and grand.
Music and laughter fill Asur’Herenion as the Elves finally have found peace, joy and happiness.
In their joy they try to spread their Elven blessings to others.

Yet deep within these lands is a pure Evil that seeks to destroy all that is good…
Some know it is there yet they do not do what they should…
One by one the Elves start to fall…
A river of tears fills the Kingdom Halls…
And time passes on...
Time passes on.

Would be on called Alexander whom walked the lands
To come to Asur’Herenion to save the Dran’s.
The winds blow north…
The winds blow south…
A Kingdom is born…
A King is crowned…

Alexander took the crown.
He did not know the power it holds:
To tame a King, To warm the colds,
lay open the holds, Captured in but a ring.
His time was grand yet to an end it came.
Sadness was felt as his journey took up again.
Alexander and Teukelytha were to travel on.
Yet part of them will always be Asur’Herenion.

And the winds blow north…
The winds blow south…
A King had come…


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Isilmea stands top of the Elven Palace watching Alexander ride off on top of Teukelytha a tear flows down her cheek. “Will he be alright father?” Rhama stood by his daughter, his dark hair blowing in the wind. “He will Isilmea, he will.”
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And time passes on...
Time passes on.

Isilmea smiles at Kynto Lantaraaana as he turns to face her, a smile is given back to the Queen.



*At the bottom of the poem, there are two symbols. One is the symbol of infinity...and the other is the seal of the Asur'Herenion. *
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