Velidraestel felt the damp, cold earth on her bare back. It seemed so familiar, but twisted. The ground began to take hold of her form as she struggled against its grasp, ever futile, ever weak. Suddenly, Ann’da called to her. “Velidraestel Boughstrider. What did I tell you about associating with commoners?”
The raven-haired elf she loved so much placed a cold hand on her shoulder, offering a twisted grin to her as Ann’da watched, disappointed. The white-haired Magister frowned with utter shame. His face changed to that of another elf. His ear gained a scar…a familiar scar…
The damp earth wrapped its rough tendrils around her limbs. She saw her raven-haired elf grin that twisted grin, blood dripping from his eyes onto a small figure, crying beneath him.
Vel looked at the figure…a night elf…a little girl…she seemed so familiar…
She felt a terrible piercing pain in her chest as the raven-haired elf raised his hand to strike her. The bloody tears flowed down, collecting in the wounds of the little girl. Welennis strikes Vel’s face, his palm stinging like daggers. Velidraestel stared at the dying girl as its face changed gradually…
Vel looked up at herself, bleeding from her chest. She felt her energy drain, looking up at the crimson-haired elf. She clenched her fist, just as a tendril wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, in her clenched fist…was a dagger. She raised her hand, the tendril snapping, and drove the dagger into Eldantios’s chest. Her eyes closed. When they opened, her hand unclenched…and there was Akira, dead, laying on top of her with a dagger…her dagger…in his heart. She tried to scream, but no sound came. Akira’s lifeless face wore that grin…his dead lips moved to whisper to her…she tried to listen but no words were there. Only shame. Only disappointment. Only Ann’da.
The frigid ground clamped onto Velidraestel’s neck. She tried to breath, but the icy tendril choked the breath out of her. She heard Ann’da’s words.
“Velidraestel, you MUST cast the spell. You know how.”
She tried to remember the incantation. It just wouldn’t come. The jagged ice squeezed her neck tighter. Ann’da stood, his arms crossed. His ear…that scar…
Velidraestel gasped for breath, the ice piercing her neck. She felt the warm blood trickle down her body as she lay her head on the now-frozen ground. Her eyes closed.
She crawled forward, her chest still paining. Velidraestel looked at her lifeless body. Its lips slowly curled into a grin. It whispered softly to her. She tried as hard as she could to focus, but she just couldn’t make out the words. Vel felt the last bit of strength leave her body as the night elf child collapsed on Velidraestel’s corpse. Ann’da’s words echoed in her mind.
“Velidraestel, you MU-“
Suddenly, Velidraestel was in the Broken Keel.
“Hey. Wake up.”
She looked around, spotting Akira. Her chest pained slightly for a moment, and then she smiled at him.
Vel hugged Akira tightly, delighted he had somehow survived.
((First attempt at describing Velidraestel's nightmares. May do more.))
The raven-haired elf she loved so much placed a cold hand on her shoulder, offering a twisted grin to her as Ann’da watched, disappointed. The white-haired Magister frowned with utter shame. His face changed to that of another elf. His ear gained a scar…a familiar scar…
The damp earth wrapped its rough tendrils around her limbs. She saw her raven-haired elf grin that twisted grin, blood dripping from his eyes onto a small figure, crying beneath him.
Vel looked at the figure…a night elf…a little girl…she seemed so familiar…
She felt a terrible piercing pain in her chest as the raven-haired elf raised his hand to strike her. The bloody tears flowed down, collecting in the wounds of the little girl. Welennis strikes Vel’s face, his palm stinging like daggers. Velidraestel stared at the dying girl as its face changed gradually…
Vel looked up at herself, bleeding from her chest. She felt her energy drain, looking up at the crimson-haired elf. She clenched her fist, just as a tendril wrapped around her waist. Suddenly, in her clenched fist…was a dagger. She raised her hand, the tendril snapping, and drove the dagger into Eldantios’s chest. Her eyes closed. When they opened, her hand unclenched…and there was Akira, dead, laying on top of her with a dagger…her dagger…in his heart. She tried to scream, but no sound came. Akira’s lifeless face wore that grin…his dead lips moved to whisper to her…she tried to listen but no words were there. Only shame. Only disappointment. Only Ann’da.
The frigid ground clamped onto Velidraestel’s neck. She tried to breath, but the icy tendril choked the breath out of her. She heard Ann’da’s words.
“Velidraestel, you MUST cast the spell. You know how.”
She tried to remember the incantation. It just wouldn’t come. The jagged ice squeezed her neck tighter. Ann’da stood, his arms crossed. His ear…that scar…
Velidraestel gasped for breath, the ice piercing her neck. She felt the warm blood trickle down her body as she lay her head on the now-frozen ground. Her eyes closed.
She crawled forward, her chest still paining. Velidraestel looked at her lifeless body. Its lips slowly curled into a grin. It whispered softly to her. She tried as hard as she could to focus, but she just couldn’t make out the words. Vel felt the last bit of strength leave her body as the night elf child collapsed on Velidraestel’s corpse. Ann’da’s words echoed in her mind.
“Velidraestel, you MU-“
Suddenly, Velidraestel was in the Broken Keel.
“Hey. Wake up.”
She looked around, spotting Akira. Her chest pained slightly for a moment, and then she smiled at him.
Vel hugged Akira tightly, delighted he had somehow survived.
((First attempt at describing Velidraestel's nightmares. May do more.))