{CRP} - The Appearance of Anabella

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{CRP} - The Appearance of Anabella

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For centuries, the peaceful lands of Dúnedain lay deep in the wilderness. Watched over by the High elves that resided in the Castle, and nearby villages. These noble elves where led by the High Priestess Zaïra, who had been doing so for many years.

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Though the elves seemed peaceful from the untrained eye, they weren’t. A hidden danger lingered at every corner, threatening their lives at every turn, every breath, and every blink of their eyes.

The High Priestess bore three children, Rohan, Thorin, and Anabella. Rohan the eldest was the captain of their armies or what little they had of an army. On a routine patrol a couple days travel from their castle, Rohan had a bad feeling in his heart, and felt something would happen soon, and this something was not good at all. He pulled Ohtar aside, a shy elf whom kept mostly to himself, though always fought valiantly in battle when one arose. Commanding him to return home as fast as he could if anything bad where to happen. Ohtar nodded and understood what his captain had asked, and vowed to do as he was told.

Rohan’s heart was right. In the middle of the night, as the elves where preparing to meditate for the night, an attack began. Shadows could be seen in the trees, but of what it was, it was unclear. Granted the elves could see in the dark, but this was unusual to them. Rohan was the first to spot one of them clearly. A group of Drow elves, ambushing their camp. He looked at Ohtar and nodded then commanded his men to fight as Ohtar did as he was commanded, possibly seeing his Captain for the last time. The outcome of the battle was grim for the high elves. An ambush from Drow, whom lived in the underdark below, they where no match.

Ohtar, arrived at the castle almost being killed himself. Though he vowed to return Rohan’s last message to his mother. When the High Priestess heard the news, she was shocked to learn her eldest son had died. She had hoped he died valorously in combat, as he always wanted. Time had gone by, and things around their homes seemed to settle, but her loss of her son still resided in the back of her mind. She had spent much time spreading the memories of him to her two other children, Thorin and Anabella. She wanted to keep his legacy alive, as their brother, and a as their former captain.

Thorin, her next oldest son was strong and proud. He had the charm to persuade anyone to do as he wished. Many elfin women where bedazzled by him, and wished him to be their soul mate. Though he had many of them wrapped around his finger, he had chosen only one to be that soul mate, and many of the people in the village where surprised as to whom he had chosen. Aïssa, a quiet elven girl whom had always gone out of her way to assist the High Priestess in any way she possibly could, that is who Thorin had chosen. Aïssa’s history isn’t known by many in the village. In her passed, she had spent several years of her life amongst humans, and ended up giving birth to a child by a noble knight, whom had perished only two years after the birth of his son. His death was a noble one, defending his King in battle, so that he could escape the battle and let the King survive. Though his valour and honor where much he was spoken of, his widowed wife, and now his fatherless son where not ever mentioned.

Aïssa then chose to return to the elves, with her little son. Leaving the human world behind, and returning to what she knew better, but she didn’t know what they would think of her half blood son, who was only part elven. Though worried, the people of Dúnedain had accepted the boy as one of theirs, and spent much time teaching him their ways of life, magic and religion. Time had passed once more; attacks on the villages had been far fetched, not much for the high elves to worry over. Her son had taken the path of a warrior, as his father had before him, and when he became of age, he decided that he would return to where his father was from, and learn the ways of humans as he did elves.

After this, is where Thorin had chosen Aïssa and married her. He as his brother, and her previous husband quickly rose to be a brave warrior, as many elven men do. Though it took a special kind to become captain. So as his brother before him, Thorin ran the army of Dúnedain. Less skilled and not as well trained with the sword, as his skills where in his charm, leaving morale high at any time. As his older brother, Thorin was slain in combat as well. A patrol outside of the village, an attack again by the Drow. This time much larger then the one that attacked his brother those many years ago.

The High Priestess had heard again that one of her children had been slain; her heart could not bear the thought of another lost child. The only one she had left was Anabella, and she vowed that she would never let her only remaining child die. Though the young elvin girl had already been of age, she would still protect her.

Several days again had passed, and the attacks had gotten worse. The drow seemed to have nothing but destruction planned for Zaïra and her people. Dusk slowly settled in, and Zaïra and her daughter Anabella stood peering down from atop the castle through a window. Looking out upon a massive army gathering in the darkness and shadows. The drow where invading, the villages, soon the castle would fall to their darkness.

Life in Dúnedain as they knew it could end this night. By morning, nothing would remain but rubble, blood and death. Zaïra had taken her daughter and Aïssa to her bedroom, where they hid in a secret chamber within it. Cries, shouting, metal clashing against metal, destruction is all they heard between their silent sobs, knowing that their friends, their people are being destroyed. Soon footsteps could be heard in the room, their fate was soon to follow the same route as her sons, her villagers.

Remember the vow she had taken to save Anabella, she placed her hands in Aïssas' hands and formed a circle around Anabella. Aïssa then quickly reached into her pocket and shoved a piece of parchment in Anabella’s robe and returned her hands with Zaïra’s. They informed Anabella that they where going to sacrifice their lives in order to save her, to maybe one day return their village to its former glory. Shouts could be heard outside the hidden chamber, they had found the entrance, and are bashing their way through. Together the women chanted, protecting Anabella from harm, sending her to another place, far away. The door opened, and quickly after a blade struck the priestess in the back, her eyes focused on Aïssa, and the last words she spoke « send her to safety ». Aïssa was shocked and knew she was soon to follow in the footsteps of the priestess. Her last thought before she herself was impaled was her son, safe away from the invasion, and because of this strong connection, Anabella disapeared from the room just as a blade was supposed to go through her body.

Anabella apeared from thin air. Lying on the ground in a field unconcious, but alive, thanks to her mother and Aïssa.

Marshal

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A few days had passed since William decided to move away from Bravia. Settling in to his new manor in Imperius, hoping that the people here weren't as manipulative as they where back home. Today he had been finishing up on small things for his moving in, though decided to take a break and walk along his new land to see what potential it had for his future fields. Spending a few minutes walking away from the house, he ended up next to where the trees had grown and started the forest. He walked up to the firs tree, and placed his hand on it. Memories of Dúnedain started flowing in. His elven side still very much in tune with nature, even though he lives among the human worlds.

It had been quiet, other then the slight breeze, the leaves on the trees rustling, and the sounds of nature. Animals, birds of the like, going about their carefree day. When suddenly an unfamiliar noise came across his ears, magic then a landing in some brush. William quickly moved toward the sound quietly to figure out what had just happened. He had stopped to listen several times, but could not hear anything other then nature itself, but continued to follow the direction in which he had heard the strange noise. Like a wisp he quietly made his way through the forest. Unaware of if he had been going in the right direction, he decided to use his own magic with nature to find where the noise came from.

He played his hand on a tree again, and placed his other around the amulet around his neck, then closed his eyes and cleared his mind. The forest had given him vision of we're the sudden event had taken place, but could not make out exactly what it was. Not to far in front of him is where it had happened. He continued to slowly and quietly walk toward it, keeping himself hidden in order to prevent an attack on him. He could see where some of the brush had been flattened, and a body laying on it.

Quickly he moved through the trees and stood a few feet from the body. Reaching down to feel for a pulse, he realized that this girl was still alive. He gently shook her and spoke "Miss, are you alright?" but there wasn't a stir or an answer. He looked around to see if there where possibly any other tracks, if she was alone or there was more.

Scanning his immediate surroundings, he felt she was the only one here other then him. He decided he could not leave a woman unconscious in the forest alone, and decided to carry her back to his manor where she would be safer. As he picked her up, a small magically sealed piece of parchment fell from her hands. He picked it up, and placed it in his pouch in order to give it back to the woman whens he awoke, if she even awoke.

He carried her safely to the manor, forgetting completely why he had come outside to begin with. Stepping into the home, he started directly for one of the guest rooms. Opening the door and placing her on the bed gently, then picked some leaves and twigs out of her hair and clothing.

She seems so familiar.... he thought to himself, looking the woman over, but couldn't figure out who she was exactly. He then took the letter and placed it on the stand next to the bed, and brought water for the woman, if she were to wake up. He then proceeded to grab a chair and sit close by, to ensure he was there when she awoke from her slumber.
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Anabella was lying on the bed, something had been wrong. Her eyes moved under her eyelids not able to open them. She could still feel the pain and sorrows as if they where real.

Her visions, a dark and gloomy forest. The sun dwindling away in the distance as night engulfs the shadows. Strands of light remained from the waning sun through the cracks of the branches, giving little light. Strange noises could be heard in the distance, animals on the prowl, hunting and surviving. There she stood, alone in that forest.

She looked around, and not a single soul could be seen. She could not figure out where she was, which part of the forest she was in. She felt that she would be walking in circles through the fog. Her only guide was the full moon. The wind only made the sounds in the distance more creepy and fierce. Scared for her life, she ran as fast as her elfin legs would take her, striding passed brush and fallen trees. The occasional branch would catch her cloak, tearing bits and pieces off and tugging on her hair. Although she could still see slightly in the foggy dark, she could not see everything, and that is what worried her the most. She felt something was lurking, and following her, but what it was, she could not understand.

Coming to a sudden halt in a small clearing in the trees, she could see the moonlight through the hazy fog. As she stood there, she focused her eyesight on her surroundings, trying to pinpoint what she had felt was pursuing her. There it was! A figure standing just at the edge of the clearing. She held her breath and closed her eyes, and opened them again slowly to make sure her eyes where not fooling her. The figure was still there.

The figure stood there in tattered robe. Ripped, torn, shredded. She could see the pieces of cloth swaying in the breeze from the figures arms and hood. The figure then lifted its arms, and revealed its skeletal wings, and scythe embroiled with the same tattered cloth. Was it her time?

Exhausted and overwhelmed by her dash and visions, she continued to run, where she did not know, she just ran, away from the Angel of death she had just seen. Tears rolling down her flush red cheeks, afraid and cold, but she knew she could not give up.

The sun would rise soon, dawn was on the horizon. Maybe now she would be able to recognize some of the surroundings. Praying and letting the forest guide her, she had to find a place for her to hide. Talking to the trees and using her powers, Anabella spoke to them and asked to protect and surround her for the rest of the night as she was too tired to continue running. The closest giant tree lifted its roots from the ground, dirt and shrubbery falling aside, revealing a small little cave to hide in. She crawled into the small cave, visions of the sun rising, she could still hear sounds through the winds that followed the Angel of death. Praying to the powers in the forest, she waited anxiously for the sounds to dim away, as it did, she fell into a slumber.

A little time had passed, when the sun had fully risen over the horizon, peaking it’s rays into the small hidden cave. The tree realized she had awoken, and uprooted again and allowed an opening to the cave to appear. The images of a few hours ago come across her mind as she looked out, though the things she had seen then didn’t seem to be there now. Crawling out, she stood and listened to be sure. The sounds of the forest seemed to be as normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

She moved forward through the clearing once more and observed the surroundings. Remains of men had been strewn about the area, skulls, limbs, weapons of all sorts, half buried in the dirt, covered by brush and leaves. The Death angel had gone, she survived the night, and survived death, the people around her, we’re not as fortunate, though still a pain shot through her body like a bolt of lightning.

Her eyes suddenly opened. The surroundings she was seeing now, where not the ones she had previously been seeing. Was it just a dream? She looked around the room, and realized she was lying down on a soft bed. Observing her surroundings, she looked out the window seeing the sun shining, the day was late though. She then turned her head, to see a man in a chair sitting close by. She looked at him for a few moments; he was not looking at her. He must have been sitting there for a while. Then she finally realized she knew this man.

Abruptly she sat up, realizing where she wasn’t anymore. Tears rolled down her face as she remembered what happened to her people, her friends, her family.

The man noticed she was awake, and she softly spoke….
"William?"
Anabella

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Anabella awaiting for William’s response, advanced to the side of the bed fixing her dress. She felt the parchment left by Aïssa on that nightmarish day. Not having received any directive about this, Anabella thought that the letter was destined for her and opens it by breaking the seal.
My son,

If you are reading this, my life has come to an end. Dúnedain has fallen to the Drow attacks. Their numbers increased everyday as they came up from the underdark. I had hoped it would not get this far, but we cannot decide our own fate. I had promised the High Priestess that I would help her save Anabella if our home would fall, even if I had to give my life to safe hers. If you are reading this, then by now you have found Anabella, and I pray that she is safe and alive with you. For you two are now the last remaining Dúnedain elves. Take your heritage proudly, and please do not seek revenge on the Drows, we do not need another life lost to those foul creatures. My last wish to you, is to be sure Anabella stays safe, and that you protect her as if she where family. Help her to overcome the thoughts, the visions and the scars that taint her mind. Help her heal. I love you my son, and I will forever be with you in your thoughts and meditations, may the gods smile down upon you and Anabella.

Your loving mother,

Aïssa

Anabella suddenly was saddened with the knowledge that William also , according to this, had no family. She felt on some level responsable.
She remembered the day he had decide to leave Dúnedain… long ago when they were growing up together, when they passed the days playing in the underwood , inventing games of all sort.. She had not heard from him since.


"William…" she spoke softly again. "This is meant for you". Feeling guilty, she leaves the letter on the night stand , gets up and , still a bit wobbly on her legs, tries to show composure.

"I am so sorry for your loss and if there is anything I can do, know that I will always be here for you."

She holds her ribs, still sore from the ordeal and walks away. It was time for her to find a new home to not only settle in but mostly to mourn her passed life that she had known and loved.
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