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Lashana
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Date Posted: 02/19/05 4:39:22pm Sat
In reply to:
Myuler
's message, "holy hell" on 02/19/05 3:40:29pm Sat
>"It's..only been eleven years. By the goddess what happened to you?"
The woman sitting in the armchair raised her head and looked, not just at Myuler but through him, as though she could see something he couldn't. Perhaps she could at that, the Weave was hers and she belonged to the Weave and there was no telling what had changed for the woman besides her appearance.
"Only eleven.......years?"
She licked her lips and shook her head slightly and murmured to herself for a moment before answering Myuler.
"Because of......what happened......I had to..... leave. The Weave was........... torn enough that........ dissolution was more ..... than likely. Because of ......the elves wiping out....... the humans it left great gaps...... in the fabric of the Weave and it was falling apart."
As the woman spoke her voice gained strength, her gasping diminishing with each word until there wasn't any noticable gap between words.
"Like a spider who repairs her web, I spun out my own essence to heal it, to lock it away from all who could harm it. My daughter can still tap it for a few things like communicating or seeing things at a distance. She won't be able to travel with it though or otherwise manipulate it. It was never meant for that."
Taking a deep breath she looked down at her hands, seeing the thin, nearly translucent skin that covered brittle bones, the wispy looking hair that curled around her like a cloud and sighed before continuing.
"The holes created by all the death needed a balance of life and since it's not possible to force people to give birth every thirty seconds I used my own lifeforce, my own soul energy to fill the void. Magic wouldn't have done this, using any form of spell would have only torn the holes bigger because all magic draws on energy.... primarily life energy which rather negates the purpose. I lost track of myself, of time, of everything in order to fix this. When I left.... I didn't realize ...... I thought it would be easier to fix and I'd be home before dinner. Eleven year...... my family must despise me.....even though.........even though it was to save them.... to save........everyone."
She was gasping again, but wasn't just because of her advanced age.... it was because she was crying, sobs that wracked her thin body. She wished now that she'd been absorbed completely into the Weave, never having to know the agony of not knowing what had happened to her that she had caused her children..... and her husband.
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