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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.))

((tl;dr. Just kidding Keed. I liked it a lot.))

Dimitri makes note to be there next time to comfort Velidraestel through her nightmares.

There, there, little elf.

It will be okay.

((Very interesting and insightful nightmare sequence. ^^ Lots of clever imagery, and definitely good for showing a little bit of Vel's backstory. Awesome work!))

04/04/2012 05:00 PMPosted by Dimitri

Dimitri makes note to be there next time to comfort Velidraestel through her nightmares.

Yeah...that will NOT be required.

((On an OOC note, luvs it. poor Akira doesn't know what the hell he's dealing with. >:D))

((very nice. Looking forward to more of this.))

((For sake of this making any sense: Akira, Welennis, Ithalibas, and Eldantios are all black-haired elves with significant roles in Vel’s life.))
The crimson-haired elf opened her eyes. Before her eyes was Ann’da, frowning in disappointment. She tried to apologize, but no words came. Ann’da shook his head and turned away. Suddenly, Velidraestel was in Eversong. She looked around, taking in the familiar atmosphere. The trees swayed gently in the wind, making a faint whistling sound. In the distance, she could see a raven-haired elf standing in a clearing, holding a bow. He drew and arrow and aimed it at a tree. The arrow flew through the air, striking the tree with a thunk. Vel walked toward the elf, her legs feeling heavy. Welennis spotted Vel and dropped the bow, smiling and running toward her. Vel watched Welennis running, smiling slightly as he approached his love.

As Welennis hugged Vel, her eyes closed for a moment. When they opened, she saw a sleeping Ithalibas in front of her. Her hands moved to touch his face when she realized…it was cold. Colder than usual. He wasn’t breathing. She pushed his lifeless body away from her, the noose around his neck making a disturbing creaking sound. Vel tried to crawl away, but the tendrils wrapped around her legs. Ithalibas’s face contorted into that grin, humming silently to her as his corpse crawled to her, the noose snapping loudly.
Vel watched, helpless and terrified, as Eldantios crawled closer and closer, humming softly with that sick grin. Her hands trembled. Eldantios reached for her, his hand touching her side. She closed her eyes tightly and reached for the hilt of one of his swords, opening her eyes again as she brought the dagger down, into Akira’s back. He slumped forward onto her, bleeding profusely. She heard Ann’da’s words echo in her mind.

“Velidraestel Boughstrider, what are you doing with this man?”

She looked at the dying Akira. Tears flowed from her eyes. She tried to cry out, but there was no sound. The breath would not come. Akira looked up at her, his face bloody and bruised. He leaned up to kiss her. She looked at him and moved closer, just as he grabbed her neck tightly. She tried to breath, but to no avail. Eldantios reached for his knife, bringing it to her throat and grinning at her. He pressed the knife against her windpipe, cutting into the skin slightly. Vel felt the blood trickle down her neck as –

“Vel, Vel! Wake up, please wake up!”

Suddenly, she was beside Akira. She felt her neck. No cuts, no bruises. Akira hugged her tightly. She thought he was okay until she opened her eyes again. The wound on his back. She trembled in fear, afraid Eldantios was there.

Akira, trying to comfort his wife, whispered to her, “Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay..”

Vel uttered back, shaking, “Don’t…don’t hurt me…please…”

“…Vel…why would I…I could never hurt you.”