RP Adventures: The Shadow's of Caine

Candelion- Part 8

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     There is much to gain in a span of a thousand years. Having tasted immortality, I keenly remember the moment I wished to be mortal. It was nearly ten thousand years ago. 

     The Sundering of our world had taken so much that I knew and loved, breaking lands apart, before drowning it in the depths of the Great Sea. I had little knowledge of what the leaders of the Kaldorei were planning, but in the aftermath, the stories they weaved about the Burning Legion and sacrifices for the greater good... As a youngling, I couldn't understand or accept it. 

     So much was lost. Lands, races, animals, forests, mountains, tiny worlds that felt so precious, all just erased by miles of water. They now only exist in writing or in a few individual's memories.

    Yes, our people were saved, but the cost was greatly felt in me. I couldn't understand how my people just moved on, but I had always seen things from an outcast's perspective. This misunderstanding drove me to be more isolated, the lone huntress I am today, preferring to stay on the outskirts and observe.

     An animal companion of mine would die and I would momentarily felt the sting of loneliness and grief. Those feelings would wane a little more each time. But the feelings of despair for my own life would resurface constantly, wishing to know what passing on was like. To trust in Elune that all would be well felt foolish sometimes, but I'm glad I maintained my faith. I dread to think where I would be without her.

     I keenly remember the moment I received the blow of mortality. That was a just a blink in time ago. 

     This great change wasn't a decision made solely by the leaders of the Kaldorei this time. It was also more than just a communal effort. It had been spiritual, the links within us defending our lands from Sargeras in one tumultuous reunion. We no longer would heal magically and without aid. We would forever feel the effects of aging and the cruel touch of death. 

     Now the gravity of my decisions feel even more burdensome. Now, when I recognize the chapters of my life, the chain of events playing out, I wonder how long the pages have left to turn. When will the next thrilling section be or what if one never comes again? I feel impatient, scared, and more open to spend time with others who have made it this far in their stories. 

     Being mortal makes the natural world that I fight for even more precious. My life is even more sacred and meaningful, and I no longer wonder fervently what death is like. 

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     When I opened my eyes and saw the pallet next to me empty, I just knew the day I had been hoping yet leery of had came. This small chapter of my life had to end at some point. I had rescued and mended Allaster back to health, well enough so that he didn't need my protection and nurturing anymore. That had been the goal, so why did my stomach lurch and mind worry when waking up alone? 

     I pushed myself up and notices that Fade was absent as well.

     Now panic threatened to have me reeling.

     I threw upon the fabric of the tent and huffed a relieved sigh at finding Fade and Allaster in the middle of camp. A patchwork of small hides made a crude backpack which the human was readying. 

     "You're leaving?" I signed at him.

     Allaster showed off his devilish half-grin and looked around at the Lost One's.

     His sign language skills were basic, but he was learning well out here in the swamps with little else to do for entertainment. I appreciated his effort, even if I still had to rely on lip reading and his comical charades half the time.