Post by aquella on Oct 5, 2004 8:46:55 GMT -5
(found in a drawer carelessly left unlocked in Dominary K'Jartan's office by some nosy pupils, the following is a letter that Aquella is unaware exists - yet.)
Dearest Maevyn,
Our time grows short, my love. I fear that the others have grown suspicious of you. Though my head begs you to flee before its too late, my heart is breaking at the very thought. And thus I have a plan...
In a two nights time, come to the old bridge between Tethelin and Fayspires. Worry not for Dolby, the old dolt will be long in bed by the time we arrive. It is here you must meet me if your love be true and your intentions also so.
I have arranged for a minister to come from Klick Anon, and we shall be wed, my love. He truly believes that our love may begin the healing between our peoples. Im not sure of that, but I know how I feel, and it is you I love.
With this, my dark angel, i leave you. In two nights time, i shall leave you no more.
All my heart,
Lyli
(also attached is a small note in some old elvish. The students, unable to decipher more than Aquella's name off the top, return the letter to its drawer and leave the office)
The Dominary steps back into her office, smirking to herself as she sits in her chair behind her desk. She opens the drawer, removing the letter and staring at the old elvish note attached to it.
Opening one of the tomes on her desk, she waves her wand over the parchment containing the old elvish, and her translations appear. As she continues to translate the message onto another sheet of parchment, she mutters under her breath.
"...and the prophets spoke of one... born of light and dark... power unrivaled... she will rise to claim her throne.."
Frowning to herself the Dominary waves the translations away silently and places the parchment and letter back in their drawer.
"If anyone were to see this the chaos would be unimaginable..." she thinks to herself.
Rising, she leaves the room, checking one last time for anything she has forgotten. Unknown to her is the dark elf hiding in the corner waiting for just such an opportunity.
Slyfoot rises, silently, and creeps to the desk. There, she removes the letter and the parchment, giving only a seconds glance to the translation for she recognized the script immediately and read it with ease to herself.
Reading quickly, she commits it all to memory and replaces the evidence - no one the wiser. A single glance toward the door, and she is gone into the night - off to consult with the great ogres about what she has seen.
(Sly, if you want a rewrite on this, or if you dont want to be in it, just send me a message and ill fix it for you. Just so you know, im not sure where this is going, but i kinda like it that way lol hope you enjoy)
Dearest Maevyn,
Our time grows short, my love. I fear that the others have grown suspicious of you. Though my head begs you to flee before its too late, my heart is breaking at the very thought. And thus I have a plan...
In a two nights time, come to the old bridge between Tethelin and Fayspires. Worry not for Dolby, the old dolt will be long in bed by the time we arrive. It is here you must meet me if your love be true and your intentions also so.
I have arranged for a minister to come from Klick Anon, and we shall be wed, my love. He truly believes that our love may begin the healing between our peoples. Im not sure of that, but I know how I feel, and it is you I love.
With this, my dark angel, i leave you. In two nights time, i shall leave you no more.
All my heart,
Lyli
(also attached is a small note in some old elvish. The students, unable to decipher more than Aquella's name off the top, return the letter to its drawer and leave the office)
The Dominary steps back into her office, smirking to herself as she sits in her chair behind her desk. She opens the drawer, removing the letter and staring at the old elvish note attached to it.
Opening one of the tomes on her desk, she waves her wand over the parchment containing the old elvish, and her translations appear. As she continues to translate the message onto another sheet of parchment, she mutters under her breath.
"...and the prophets spoke of one... born of light and dark... power unrivaled... she will rise to claim her throne.."
Frowning to herself the Dominary waves the translations away silently and places the parchment and letter back in their drawer.
"If anyone were to see this the chaos would be unimaginable..." she thinks to herself.
Rising, she leaves the room, checking one last time for anything she has forgotten. Unknown to her is the dark elf hiding in the corner waiting for just such an opportunity.
Slyfoot rises, silently, and creeps to the desk. There, she removes the letter and the parchment, giving only a seconds glance to the translation for she recognized the script immediately and read it with ease to herself.
Reading quickly, she commits it all to memory and replaces the evidence - no one the wiser. A single glance toward the door, and she is gone into the night - off to consult with the great ogres about what she has seen.
(Sly, if you want a rewrite on this, or if you dont want to be in it, just send me a message and ill fix it for you. Just so you know, im not sure where this is going, but i kinda like it that way lol hope you enjoy)
