Post by ahnil on Sept 11, 2007 14:29:51 GMT -5
The Rebirth of Ahnil Lume:
He rolled over and groaned, grabbing at his side where just moments ago an arrow had penetrated his flesh. He still felt the blood on his hands . . . and yet there was none. The pain was rapidly leaving and as he winced, his eyes opened and fell upon a new surrounding. He was not in the dirt of an ongoing battle at dusk as he was sure he had been, but lying on green grass in the glowing sun of a cool morning. “How can this be?” he thought to himself as he began to get his footing. He was just severely wounded while fighting… who had he been fighting? He couldn’t remember. His memory was suddenly cloudy. He could not remember much past his fatal fall. That was it! His fall, he had been struck by an arrow and it was indeed fatal…he had died. While he struggled to fight this horrifying thought, he could not help but submit. A sudden feeling of ease and warmth filled him. He could no longer fill neither sad nor upset with death, only accept it for what it was, a new beginning. He looked around, finally standing, and found before him books and figures dressed in an array of beautiful colors. He preceded past them into another area with a throne and two gates...portals…passageways into the unknown. Somehow he was familiar with what they symbolized and a decision needed to be made. Proceed into a new life and lose all memory of the past, what little was left. Or proceed to stay in place and accept his fate. He made his decision, a bright light filled his being as he passed through the gate, he was suddenly forgetting all he had known, and this elf was on his way to be reborn!
I noticed there were no RP stories here so I hope this is acceptable.
He rolled over and groaned, grabbing at his side where just moments ago an arrow had penetrated his flesh. He still felt the blood on his hands . . . and yet there was none. The pain was rapidly leaving and as he winced, his eyes opened and fell upon a new surrounding. He was not in the dirt of an ongoing battle at dusk as he was sure he had been, but lying on green grass in the glowing sun of a cool morning. “How can this be?” he thought to himself as he began to get his footing. He was just severely wounded while fighting… who had he been fighting? He couldn’t remember. His memory was suddenly cloudy. He could not remember much past his fatal fall. That was it! His fall, he had been struck by an arrow and it was indeed fatal…he had died. While he struggled to fight this horrifying thought, he could not help but submit. A sudden feeling of ease and warmth filled him. He could no longer fill neither sad nor upset with death, only accept it for what it was, a new beginning. He looked around, finally standing, and found before him books and figures dressed in an array of beautiful colors. He preceded past them into another area with a throne and two gates...portals…passageways into the unknown. Somehow he was familiar with what they symbolized and a decision needed to be made. Proceed into a new life and lose all memory of the past, what little was left. Or proceed to stay in place and accept his fate. He made his decision, a bright light filled his being as he passed through the gate, he was suddenly forgetting all he had known, and this elf was on his way to be reborn!
I noticed there were no RP stories here so I hope this is acceptable.