Adventure. Action. Romance. Dragons!
Once, Gandalf hired a burglar, now he needs a scout! It was a simple task, nothing more than spying upon treacherous lands. But Safirah felt she was meant to do something more. Running away from home she followed...
I ran without looking back, fast before he could hear my sobs. I am a fool, why did I even allow myself to fall for him? It was hopeless, I knew it from the start --- but my heart never listens. Tears falling, I burst as I ran to the hallways. I wanted to escape, far from the palace away from everyone else.
I found myself heading to the West gate. It took me a while to control myself and stop my crying. It felt like I have ran out of tears, anger replaced my dissapointment. Angry at myself!
The guards were about to close the gates but I managed to slip through unnoticed. Outside, the patrolling guards did not care about my strolling. I ran and ran crossed the bridge and down the forest. There, I broke into tears even more again. I couldn't stop it.
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My heart was marred, deeply, bearing a scar that would never fade. I ran to the misty forest leaping over logs until my feet can carry me no more. I panted, still clearing my thoughts and drying my cheeks. My tired feet needed rest and I decided to stop, arching my back while catching my breath.
Up the skies, stars kindled above, dimmer than dim, blue, I thought. I wish I have someone to talk to. The terrible feeling was piling up and it's becoming heavy and heavy over time.Why does it hurt so much? If this is love, I do not want it.
It is too heavy, too devastating. For a moment I gathered myself thinking of better things to think, I am drowning inside. If only a scream would do any good, I could have shouted my loudest. Then the moment passed and I cried again. Weary were my eyes and tears had stopped for a while, but then they fell over again when the thought of him came. Finally, I sat on the grass to calm myself. After a while of shedding tears, my chest felt a little lighter. The night was deep and cold, I thought of getting back to the palace but my eyes have swollen. I don't want Legolas to see me like this, nor stand before the king with puffed eyes. For a moment, I watched the full moon and wondered where Miraak could be.
I wish the beast could be of company, just for a while.
Miraak, I prayed, 'whereeveryouare,Iwishyouarehere.Feelmysorrow,feelmypain.Letitguideyourpathtome.Maythisflameinmyheartlightyourway,glidewiththewindandcome.' I have never prayed to a dragon before, not until now. I was hoping too much, how will it ever find me?
I decided to stay and rest under the shade of a young tree. It was safe to sleep outside of those elvish walls, I suppose. Wolves don't venture this far, goblins won't dare cross the borders. Resolved of my safety, I climbed up its branch, struggled to pull myself up but finally able to secure a place six feet above the grass. This was my first time sleeping up a tree, so stupid.
