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Hello y'all, I am back with more Lore Stories! This new series/small stories with be about the Isldar I play, Celaeth. As always, if you ever feel like it is too much in any way, please do not continue reading. Hope you enjoy!
Those certain ways of saying his name replayed in the Isldar's mind, staring off into the water in Crookback Bay. The dampened docks rested beneath his person, right hand feeling along the cold wood, picking at any loose chips off and flicking them away. He was exhausted, eyes half lidded as darkened circles held onto the bottom of his eye sockets, it had looked like he had not slept in days, but that was not the case. Too many feedings from the creatures in Regalia were taking their toll.
'Are you there?'
Yes. I'm here.
'Why leave me?'
Leave you?
'You left me behind.'
The voice seemed so real, he didn't know if someone was truly there. It was impossible in his mind, it was his thoughts after-all, unless someone had some sort of trick to invade it.
Celaeth finally glanced over to his right to stare off toward the other side of the docks, not thinking much into it, only to gaze off to the other side, his left. He stared near a dark alleyway to where he thought he saw movement, reluctantly standing up to his feet with a grunt to walk closer. Steps away from his destination, something about it made him shudder, along with a wave of anxiety washed over.
Turning the corner, he halted, staring into the darkness in front of him to where a woman stood. Another Isldar, it was almost as if a mirror reflection was showing of Celaeth, but a girl version. Long, frost white hair that flowed to the waist, paled blue eyes setting onto the boy.
'You abandoned everything.'
Words, nothing but words. False statements, was not and should not have been real. He thought he was seeing things.
The woman who stood before Celaeth had yet to speak, a warm but soft smile present on her features. She stepped forwards by three paces, exactly that, still a reasonable gap between the duo.
'You remember what you did. You abandoned your partner after my death.'
Mouth unmoving, this seemed too good to be true. Celaeth glanced around, casting glances over his shoulder now and then before speaking, "Are you the one speaking?"
'You put the pieces together.'
"How is that possible? It is like you're in my head, when you stand before me. Who even are you?" Celaeth asked, taken aback. He thought he had gone mad, thinking he was seeing things. It wasn't real, was it? He stepped closer without another word, not waiting for a reply - He had reached out, right hand outstretched to try and rest it onto the woman's shoulder. Oddly enough, he had a grip, making his eyes go wide.
'You're not thinking clearly, Celaeth.'
"Please, answer my question. Who are you?" His voice became hesitant, more cautious and slow, careful with his next few words.
'That is for you to decide. Do you not remember me? It is a shame, you must have hit your head too hard. Maybe the feedings from what you call friends are getting to you.'
At this point, he started to grow frustrated, feeling like someone was toying with him and it was all a joke. But the woman's mouth didn't move to speak, the warm smile she held vanished and soon turned into a mundane expression. Uninterested, boredom. She brought a hand up to cup onto Celaeth's right cheek, thumb brushing over his paled skin, giving off no body heat.
'Look at you, becoming a man. You look all grown up, responsible looking. But so exhausted.. Celaeth.. where did the time go? Poor thing, you can't even realize who is standing before you. Let me help, child.'
Before anything else could have been said from him, she woman brought her free hand up that didn't cup his cheek, wrapping that arm around his body in a hug. This all seemed straight forward, it was all so confusing. He didn't know who this woman was, and yet, she acted like she knew him. Something seemed to try and spark in his mind, as if recalling a time in the past he could have seen this individual, though no luck. He couldn't lay a finger on it.
His body started to feel off, not to Cel's liking at all. Responsiveness becoming sluggish, feeling heavier, breathing slowing and eyes drooping further. Functions slowed to a stop, his body unable to handle being awake anymore. He refused, trying to keep his grasp on consciousness, trying to ask more questions but his words began to take on a drunkened like state, slurred.
Consciousness lost after about ten seconds, it was like falling through the woman's person and hitting onto a hard surface, out like a light.
(There will be more parts to come, do forgive me with the wording if it looks like absolute CRAP. I have yet to sleep and it is 6 a.m. When I am up and regain brain cells, I'll fix the wording. Hope you all enjoyed and stay tune for the next part!)
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