Serenity

Dreaming

I'll build and render the sketch later so that it looks better, but for now, a rough sketch will suffice XD CAUSE I AM HECKIN DRAINED. YAY.

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|Corin|

Days had passed by since I had arrived at Janis's manor home. It was a long first night, as I had to catch up both Janis and Addeline on events that have happened. But afterward, I had retired to bed. Over the next few days I have been welcomed by the few servants who also live here and have been getting to know them quiet well. Most of them were the original servants from the Le'Spike estate, but a few were old friends of Janis's who he trusted thoroughly. All in all, every one of them was very welcoming.

It was a couple hours after sunset now on what was my third day staying here. After a good meal and a long time of socializing, I was ready to retire to bed. Janis had thankfully provided me with some spare clothing, so I was able to change my clothing into something I felt alright with wearing.

With my uninjured hand, I pull back the faded blue covers on the guest bed I had slept in the past two nights, then crawl in between the sheets. It was a soft bed, so it didn't give me any issues to fall asleep in. Yet as I lay down and stare up at the dark planked ceiling above me, my mind wanders.

The boys... were alive. It had been fourteen years since I last saw them all... Especially Sabre. After all this time, my son was alive and hadn't disappeared like my mother or father. I had the chance to see him again. The relief I felt at this thought had broken through the years of heartache and worry I had been accumulating. Even thinking about it now, the thought of seeing my little Sàvala again made me feel a somber joy inside.

His twinkling laugh... His smile from ear to ear... The way he'd jump up and down excitedly then fling himself into my arms whenever I came home. I still could remember so vividly the day he came into this world and the tears I cried at hearing him and holding him for the first time. He was truly my little ray of light in this bleak world.

My eyelids grow heavy as my mind trails across my memories of my son and soon I feel myself drifting along a soft stream of sleep. It was a familiar sensation, as I just glide along. A soft undercurrent of air gliding me along. Yet as I breathe in, I open my eyes, seeing the familiar starry expanse I knew too well from my dreams. The gentle wind glides over my feathered wings as I soar along. With a gentle flap, I urge myself forward, the little pins of light below me shining and shimmering. I angle left, then right a bit, enjoying the feeling of all of my emotions being left behind and a peaceful solace filling my body. With a soft noise, I turn my head around as I fly along. Spots of light seemed to be darkened out by inky darkness, while other areas were shining more brilliantly than the rest. Yet all the same, I flew above it all.

A small patch of familiar stars lay below me as I scan around. With a gentle tuck of my wings, I dive down towards it. My head enters the starry waters and my vision blurs, twisting and morphing until I reach out and open a familiar wooden door. I step through, my vision clearing to the familiar halls I had been given as a gift. The old tapestry that hung from the landing's banister lay loosely from it, the inlaid insignia of my family line shining brilliant from the green and blue fabric. A star, hanging between two mountains and over a road that disappeared into the distance. The Favrean Enigma. A sign of peace and virtue. The star representing our gift of creation, while the road between the mountains represented our path we would choose. The tall mountains representing our sturdy morals of truth and justice for the world.

Truth be told, the image haunted me in my younger years. Especially the star. I could remember vividly the stories my father used to tell me about Halonvale, his travels, and his gifts. All the while, while I did enjoy the tales, I always felt like the lesser member of my family for not having the birthright. However, as I grew in age, my urge to prove that I didn't need my birthright to be a well respected person grew. It fueled my passion for sword fighting and guardsmanship that I threw myself into. And well... It so ended up that my passion didn't go unnoticed. Nor my talents I hadn't realized at the time.