Aliel

Chapter 30 - The End (for now)

No one knew how it was that an unborn child could have performed magic, and such powerful magic, against an immensely powerful foe. No one knew, but I didn't care. All I cared about was if he was healthy when he was born.

And he was. He had bright blue eyes, with the tell-tale gold flecks of the Vale-line. I was pleased that he had the pointed elven ears, and his hair was silvery-blond, only a shade darker than his father's. Lorien was as proud as could be.

I had come to accept what Lorien, Varen, and now every elf in this world, believed about my son. That he was the most powerful being ever to be born into this world. That somehow the Alushaliel had brought it all about, and in just the right time to defeat the greatest threat this world had ever known.

That he will be able to stand against the now prevalent hybrids that kept cropping up in the north. But none of them came to bother us. They somehow knew of the demise of the first hybrid, and stayed well clear of us. It was believed that all of mine and Lorien's children would have these incredible abilities, and I didn't see why not.

But the way everyone kept talking about it made me feel like my only purpose was to keep producing these half-breeds to create a sort of army. Lorien assured me that that was not true, and of course I believed him. But when my home was invaded by countless elves to behold the little prodigy, and ask when I was going to have another, it was hard to think anything else.

Vale-nass wasn't the same without the Vale-jor, but it seemed it wasn't enough protection from the hybrids anyway. It wasn't all bad though. At least I could tell what time of day it was again. But the elves felt an uneasiness about it. Lorien would not abandon his home though, so we stayed while almost all others left.

The elves that came to see my son were all visitors, traveling from all over the world, except the north. It had been closed off at the border of Feveral by the elven armies. The war was ended, again, but a certain dread hung over everyone. It seemed that someone up there was building an army of the elf-human creatures, and it was only a matter of time before war broke out once more. The only good thing, I thought, about all of the elves knowing about what happened with my son and the hybrid was that they now knew of the danger posed to all the peoples of this world. That was the only way the border could have been secured, from other elven forces joining those of the east.

Now all it seemed to be done was wait. Some waited for the next harvest. Others an end to all the danger of hybrids. All of the elves waited for my son to grow up and take fulfill his role as protector of us all.

And I? I enjoyed every day as it came. I enjoyed watching my son grow, but only for his sake. I enjoyed the loving care of my Aliel. I just enjoyed the life I had, while I could.

I didn't know how long that precarious peace would last.

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I look back now on my writing, and realize that it seems I hadn't kept to my original promise, to tell the tale of my bonding, or marriage, to the elf Lorien. I have gone farther than that, and told of my motherhood of the First Half-Breed. But there is much more of that story to come, and it's not really mine to tell...

Author's Note:

Hello dear reader! I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading Aliel as much as I enjoyed telling the story from Claresa's perspective. Thank you for reading this far! As Claresa stated, there is more story to tell, and I hope that I'll be able to write it some day soon. Until then, you can check out my other novels here on Wattpad, or follow me on Instagram for updates on my other projects: @author_mhskabelund.