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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 12, 2008 23:50:37 GMT -5
Walter stopped, just outside the garden. He heard a cough come from the tiny elf he had just left. The cough sounded bigger than she was. He stood, waiting, unsure of what to do. He wanted to check on her, but he pained to look at her currently.
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 12, 2008 23:59:01 GMT -5
*Dewshine was exhausted after the coughing. It had happened more often lately. The disease was deadly, but not contageous. It was a result of her staying outdoors for an entire week, without food and water, and without a shelter for the weather. She knew she would fade away very soon. She felt a sadness piercing her heart for the child she would never see, and to make up for it, she used her last strength to sing for her unborn son, trying to explain with her song why she had to leave him. Her soft, beautiful singing voice floated through the air one last time.*
Oh sonny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh sonny boy, oh sonny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 0:08:47 GMT -5
Walter heard the beautiful music. Dewshine was singing softly, but he still thought it the voice of an angel. He decided that if he really is to be the man he intends to be, he cannot run away every time she rejects him. He must be patient with her.
He re-entered the garden. She hadn't noticed him come back. She looked weak as she sang the song, and when she finally finished, she simply lay there, unmoving. Walter decided to proceed quietly so that she may rest. However, as he neared, something seemed amiss. He knelt down before the beautiful elf and began to weep.
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Post by Dewshine on Jun 13, 2008 0:12:18 GMT -5
*Dewshine had closed her eyes already before she started her song, and the song for her unborn child had taken her last strength. She was now deeply unconscious, and had started fading away.*
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 0:15:23 GMT -5
"Wake up, Dewshine. Please wake up." Walter was worried the worst had happened. Finally, he gathered his strength and scooped Dewshine up in his arms, running her down the halls, yelling for help, trying to find anybody who may be able to help.
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Post by Malefica on Jun 13, 2008 0:19:05 GMT -5
*Malefica came out in the hall when she heard cries for help. She carried Gawain with her, never leaving the baby out of her sight. She stopped when she saw the old man with the elf girl in his arms.*
"What has happened?"
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 0:22:55 GMT -5
"I'm really not sure, ma'am." Walter was in tears "She sang the most beautiful song, and then, I'm afraid... she won't wake up."
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Post by Malefica on Jun 13, 2008 0:29:12 GMT -5
*Malefica looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes distant. For many years her best friend had been the Elven princess Leetah of Lorien. And through the friendship she had learned much about elves.*
"The Elvens always sing before they die." *She said quietly.* "Except from when they are in battle. Then they just die. And the other Elvens sing beautiful requiems to their memory."
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 0:30:29 GMT -5
Walter, still holding Dewshine's lifeless body, was growing impatient.
"Do something, please! Please, Malefica... I love her."
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Post by Malefica on Jun 13, 2008 0:47:54 GMT -5
*Malefica sighed.*
"Carry her in to her room for me, please. I will see what I can do for her. But I can't promise anything."
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 0:50:48 GMT -5
((Geeze, show some compassion. He's an old man who wants to get his freak on with a youngun )) Walter did as he was told. There, he laid her down and knelt beside her. He was desperate, willing to do anything at that point.
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Post by Malefica on Jun 13, 2008 1:02:31 GMT -5
((Malefica is a witch. She is showing more compassion than what is usually expected from a part devil like her )) *Malefica looked down at the old man. She felt sorry for him, but he had expressed that he was not allowed to be in touch with magic, and that was the only thing who could save the girl now. Her eyes were gentle but her voice was adamantly as she spoke to him.* "Please leave the room. I have to use hard methods to wake her up. Death already has a tight grip of her. I will be forced to use my magic to save her and the baby."
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 1:03:46 GMT -5
Walter silently complied. He knew that she was trying to protect him, and he would be no help if he stuck around anyway.
((Sorry for the short entry, I gotta get to bed. See you tomorrow))
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Post by Malefica on Jun 13, 2008 4:54:09 GMT -5
*Malefica turned to the unconscious girl in the bed. She was deeply unconscious, and barely breathing. Her pulse was fluttering, but it was there. Malefica placed her vacant hand over Dewshine's heart. Her hand started glowing, and Dewshine started breathing normal again.
The bright light from Malefica's hand soon started surrounding both women and the baby on Malefica's arm. Malefica's spells were floating in the air, her voice sounded loud and clear. The words were not of any human tongue. They sounded like commands, coming from a princess who didn't take no for an answer.*
((Don't worry about it. I have to go to a social event after work today, so I don't know when I'll be on. We are having an Olympics at the stadion, where I will be a cheerleader, and then a huge party afterward))
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Jun 13, 2008 18:10:09 GMT -5
Walter paced back and forth in the hallway. He couldn't stand not knowing what was going on, but he didn't want to risk messing things up. He didn't know what he would do if she died, he felt so responsible some how.
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