The chronicles of Laira (extracts)

[Sonya]

Όνομα Συγγραφέα: Σόνια

Είδος: φαντασία

Σεξ: όχι (σας την έφερα :Ρ)

Βία: μόνο στην ψυχοσύνθεσή μου

Λέξεις: 1129

Αυτοτελές: μπα, δεν θα το έλεγα

Σχόλια: Έπρεπε κάποι στιγμή να το βγάλω από μέσα μου ότι μετά από 7 χρόνια η Λάιρα και ο Γκιλθάνας χώρισαν. Για τους παλιούς γνώστες, ένα κομματάκι πόνου :Ρ

 

 

 

 

Please, come and find me, Elianne! I am in great need of you! For reasons I cannot explain at the moment, I must not enter Araneel. Yet it is vital, a matter of life and death to see you at once!

 

 

I am expecting you as soon as possible,

 

 

Laira.

 

 

The short note was dispatched. All Laira could do now was wait and hope that Elianne would come before nightfall, before all the madness and nightmares began anew. She walked up and down in the woods, unable to stand still. She had sent a mental picture of her whereabouts, there was no doubt that the high priestess of Araneel would find her. The only thing that worried her was that she might not make it in time.

 

Every sound made her jump, eyes wide with terror. Thankfully, it was only a little time afterwards that Elianne suddenly appeared right next to her. Laira was already turning to defend herself against a possible threat, when she realized it was the friend she expected. With a heavy sigh of relief, she ran to Elianne and embraced her fiercely, no longer able to contain her tears.

 

“Oh, my friend, my dearest, you are finally here! Hope has not yet abandoned me!” she managed between her sobs.

 

The high priestess of Araneel, protected behind the safety of her mask, was exceedingly puzzled.

 

“Please, calm yourself, love,” she whispered with her soothing voice, while her long fingers caressed Laira’s copper hair. “What has happened?”

 

Amidst sobs and tears, Laira told her everything. About the nightmares, the madness, the chaos.

 

“You cannot imagine what he has done to me, what he has made me do, what he has planted into me! I dared not come to the Night Kingdom, for every nightfall I turn into a monster! A deformed, vile monster that tortures and mutilates and kills, burns and destroys! And I have to watch! Commune with this… abomination! And it was he who planted this into me! That thing and his whore, his mistress, the Queen of Shadows. Oh, Elianne,” her voice broke again, “he has poured all his madness into me! I cannot take this any longer! Please, please help me, dear friend, I have no one else to help me!”

 

Elianne listened and knew, even before Laira had ceased to stop, what was the case. After all, Gilthanas had been her friend long enough. She was familiar with his… specificities.

 

“I see,” she whispered with compassion. “Do not fret, my love. I will help you.”

 

“Please, make the voices go, Elianne!” she pleaded with hoarse voice. “I cannot bear their whispers anymore! Kill me if there is no other way, I would gladly embrace the serenity of death to escape this torment!”

 

“Of course I will not kill you, darling. This has gone on for much too long. I’ll take you home with me.”

 

“But I cannot go to Araneel! The Kingdom of Night is forbidden to me, lest I become this monster again!” Laira looked into the mask with her huge, wet, grey eyes.

 

“You are with me, now. I will take the chaos out of you. Are you ready to come, love?”

 

Laira nodded and eagerly put her small hand between Elianne’s graceful fingers, when a popping sound was heard and both turned their heads to see who had shown up.

 

“No!” screamed the newcomer. “You cannot take her from me, Elianne, she belongs with me!”

 

“Stay back, Gilthanas!” the priestess warned, raising her arm. “All this time I put up with your behaviour only because she seemed tolerant to it. But not anymore. She called me and asked for my assistance and I will gladly take her away from your… chaos.”

 

“No, please…” his lips trembled, “I only wanted to make her like me, share my power with her, you cannot take her from me now!”

 

“I can and I will. It is what she wants,” Elianne answered with low voice.

 

“But I love her! Does this mean nothing to you?”

 

“You love me?” Laira interfered, her whole body shaking in anguish. “How do you love me, Gilthanas? By driving me mad? By never respecting my desires, my needs, my feelings? You turned me into a monster!”

 

“I gave you the chance to be more!” he smiled, a wide, crazy smile. “And you can be more, my love, you can be everything! The whole world will be your toy to play with! Our toy!”

 

“I don’t want this!” she screamed. “I never wanted it! Have you ever listened to a single word I said?”

 

“You do not know, love,” he made a few steps towards her, “that is why you refuse. This is all new to you. After a while, you will see, it will be fun!”

 

“No!” she stepped back and wiped the tears off her eyes. “It is over, Gilthanas. My mind is made up. I cannot take this any longer. I cannot.”

 

His whole expression changed in a mask of disbelief. In a few moments, it seemed as if he had aged centuries. In the stillness, the teardrops that fell from his eyes on the dry leaves of the forest, echoed like thunder. Laira felt she would sink in them and it was Elianne’s firm grip that steeled her will.

 

“I was foolish to hope that I had found the other half of my soul,” he whispered bitterly. “I was a fool to hope. Do not go Laira,” he extended his hand towards her, his eyes making her knees tremble. “Do not leave me, love. Don’t end me.”

 

Laira managed a smile, as his image blurred through her tears. She shook her head. “It was never me that you loved, Gilthanas,” her broken voice answered. “It was the Queen of Shadows and the Laughing Woman. Morea and Lasriel. The madness that you poured into me. The songs and the nightmares. Oh, I do not worry for you, my love,” she managed a bitter smile. “You know how to laugh your tears away. Now I only have to learn what to do with mine.”

 

Gilthanas did not answer, only looked at her as if the potency of his gaze could keep her with him.

 

Elianne looked at him and then at Laira. When the young bard nodded, the priestess murmured a few words.

 

“Goodbye,” Laira whispered, as Elianne teleported her away from Kelenon, from Gilthanas and into Araneel. “Goodbye,” she said again, as she found herself in the protection of Elianne’s room. There, in the safety of distance, she surrendered to the weakness of her knees and collapsed on the floor, weeping for her shattered heart. And Elianne let her cry, caressing her hair now and then, until morning came to a world that knew no daylight.

Edited July 12, 2011 by Sonya