Acanthya was having a pleasant dream filled with gently rolling hills and meadows lush with vibrant grasses when the apparition formed in her bedroom. The man's voice filled her mind and for a brief moment, she thought it part of the dream. As the visitor continued his plea, her mind was grudgingly forced into wakefulness. With the edge of her blanket pulled tightly against her chin, she sat up. Blue eyes starred intently at the old man as he delivered his message and then faded back into the nothingness from which he had come.
"Well, that was different," Acanthya thought to herself as she glanced at the small table beside her bed.
Upon it set her nightly tea, grown cold with the predawn chill. She didn't remember putting anything in it beside the herbal mixture Mother Grannin had prescribed, but the night's events made her seriously question herself. Reaching out a slender hand, she dipped her finger into the cool liquid and brought the digit to her lips. Tentatively, she tasted it and almost immediately her pretty face screwed up with disgust. While the medicine woman's concoction was good for helping her get to sleep, it lacked the finer nuances of palatability.
With a resigned sigh, Acanthya threw back the covers and stood. Dressed only in a thin gown of pale silk, the dark-haired woman walked over to the room's lone window and looked out into the gloom. Her elven heritage allowed her eyes to pierce the darkness and she could see the small garden filled with early spring growth. Beyond that, and just at the very edge of her vision, the sweeping canopy of an old oak tree beckoned. She knew she had to answer the summons, but she knew she had to visit the massive tree before she could.
Small, pale feet shuffled quietly along the earthen trail that led from the cottage to the majestic oak. Any sign of greenery had long been worn away from the frequent trips to and fro, the path cleared by an incessant longing that would never be fulfilled. Acanthya paused when she reached the first intrusive root that jutted up from the ground. Stepping carefully across, she smiled as she remembered the first time she had tripped over it. That smiled quickly faded when the gnarled fastness of the tree finally stood before her.
Sinome risa amin heart ten'oio," Acanthya whispered softly as her fingers traced the prominent runes carved into the oak.
"Here lies Kadrian, beloved husband of Acanthya, stalwart companion of The Silver Company, and valiant foe of all that was evil."
Unshed tears glimmered in Acanthya's eyes as she read those damning runes. It had been three years since his death and even now, the half-elf could not help but feel the pain of his loss. Sinking to her knees beneath the sheltering canopy, she leaned bodily against the tree and wept. When her sorrow had finally dissipated, she smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry to keep doing this. I know you've always told me to be strong, but it's so hard without you. You were my strength, the one whom I could always count on to stand with me against the fiercest of storms. Now, the clouds gather once more and I'm not sure if I can do it without you. I must try, however, regardless of the outcome."
Pushing herself back to her feet, she unashamedly dried her dampened eyes with the sleeve of her nightgown. Dusting off her hands and knees, she bowed her head once more, eyes closed and her lips slightly trembling.
"I just wanted you to know why I stopped coming up here for our daily talks. Hopefully, I will come back and regale you with the epic story of how The Silver Company once more thwarted the vile machinations of darkness, in whatever form it has decided to threaten us this time," Acanthya said with a sad laugh.
"Regardless, know that I miss you. They say time heals all wounds, but memory is the vicious reminder that undermines time's efforts. I love you now more than ever and wherever you are, I hope you are proud of me."
Placing her hand upon the runes one last time, Acanthya turned and slowly walked back down the path. Her mind was already mulling over the apparition's words and what they could mean. Flexing her hand, she looked at it with an almost questioning cast to her lovely face. It had been many years since she had seen combat or used magic for anything more mundane than keeping her cottage clean. Hopefully, the feel of steel in her hand would dispel the domestic tranquility she had enjoyed and bring back the honed combatant that she once was.
The first light of dawn found Acanthya astride Mist, galloping down the King's Road toward Aradwyl City. A hastily erected sign giving her students some homework to accomplish while she was away was all she left to explain her absence. Armed with her trusted sword and clad in her recently polished armor, her slender form was cloaked and hooded by a grandiose garment of a deep, azure hue. A dagger and small, sturdy pack finished her adventurous ensemble. It was a three day ride from her quaint little village to the capitol and Acanthya would need those three days to become accustomed once more to the weight and responsibility of her armaments.
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Sinome risa amin heart ten'oio: Here lies my heart forever.
I used an online elvish translator that I'm fond of...:-)
https://lingojam.com/TheTelQuessirOnlineTranslator
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