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Old 09-26-2008
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Then, one night, Cirion returned. And he saw right away that something was up to cause Yashia to feel lesser as he had seen several times before. To the panicing Yashia's insecurities he gave solace, and explained that they were unfounded, because he had only taken a while away to think about his future in the Viridale. And that he wanted it to be with her. They sat silently, close together for a couple of hours. But then, he said that he had to leave again. Very shortly this time, as it was only to go get something for her that he wanted to give. One hug, then he was on his way.

He came back, and found only a fraction of the friends he would have liked to see gathered were present. But he had promised this to her now and once before, a time that had faded from her memories. He could wait no longer. He would give her what she dreamed of, which was part his own wish as well. A moment of ease was needed for him to prepare for this leap of faith, a big step in his life. He knelt down before his dearest, and with his head tilted to look at her sitting before him, began to speak.

"We have been through a lot together. We've had our hard moments and shared our suffering, but it was all worth it. Just to have you near me. I have grown to love you more than I love my own life. And I want to spend it with you more than anything."

He then reached into his pockets to reveal a small, shiny object. And he showed the golden band to her. "Yashia, will you marry me?"

These words. She had waited for them for so long. Initially she simply kept sitting as she was. With a wide smile all over her face and tears of joy rolling down her cheeks, Yashia let the thought sink in as all that remained of her doubts was cast away in an instant. Some seconds later, she rose to her knees and swiftly let herself fall into his embrace, where she held her eyes close to his, gazing into them filled with her joy. She could have screamed it out loud, so happy she was to hear him propose to her. But she didn't.

"Yes... Yes, Cirion. I will marry you." she simply said to him in a soft and sweet voice.

And then they kissed, as they so often did. But this was a special one. This was their moment and nothing could break it. Not even Osclow's cheerful speech, who managed to smile at the end of this otherwise dreary day. When he saw that it ended for now, the bard immediately took the opportunity to claim rights for a performance at their wedding, which Yashia happily granted. Cirion and her wanted to say much to each other about possible plans for their future, but their minds were too clouded to really have a talk.

They took it to her room, where they teased some on the couch until they ended up on the floor in front of the softly crackling flames in the hearth with not much on in terms of clothing, and still he did not push her or even show the will to do so. Completely gentle and only giving her exactly what she wanted for now. For the first time in many years, Yashia felt true happiness. Everything was perfect.
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Had she finally found it? Something dear that would last? The young blonde in her mid twenties who had lost far too much for her own good had high hopes. Most all of her doubts were utterly eliminated on that night her love proposed to her. For once, Yashia felt truly confident about herself. A confidence nothing could break.

Or was there?

Days later, the fallen paladin walked the streets of the Military Ward from the inn that she resided in. The district was little different from the usual, until her ear intercepted the gossip between two nobles standing by the statue that was oft used as a meeting place by the city's more well faring inhabitants. Words were spoken of a large armed band of adventurers of all sorts and sizes that had returned from a skirmish against the Necropolis. And not all of them had made it out alive. Yashia, who hadn't seen Cirion for a day or so, rushed to the Triumvirate Temple Barracks to see if he was there. He couldn't be taken away from her. Not now, not ever.

There had to be something good that could be unending...

Yashia made her way through the gathered crowd that stood and watched, to get a glimpse of the living and fallen herself. Many were there. Etria, Osclow and Annie. Lauan, Pyras and several others. Tamryn prayed to Torm and stood over the bodies of the fallen. Daelus and Cybil, both people Yashia called friends, lay beaten, bruised and lifeless on the temple's floor. Cirion stood nearby, stricken with an expression of pain. Pain for the ones he lost, perhaps. Or regret. Regret for having failed to keep them alive. She wanted to go to him, but something kept her from moving at all as she leaned over the small wall that made up the barrier around the training space for the champions of the True.

Life was not infinite. And while resurrection could work miracles in cases like this, a single sentence spooked through her mind. A collection of words that worried her more than Daelus' and Cybil's return to the living right now. "Till death do us part."

And indeed, after several hours long of effort on the favored soul's part, it appeared that death had not parted the two souls from the land of the living altogether. Daelus didn't stir, but breathed nonetheless. In his lack of consciousness he was completely calm and without much concern for where his next step would take him. Cybil, on the other hand, awoke immediately with her eyes wide open. Her hands reached near her stomach as she appeared to suffer an ache. And while her god taught her to bear it, for a moment there she seemed afraid. Until she threw up her fears and left them to stain the normally so clean tiles of the temple. Then it was gone, and she smiled in relief. As did the majority that was still present. The minions of Velsharoon would claim none on this day.

But Yashia had seen something she recognized on the face of Cybil, whose face was even more pale than usual in those few seconds that scared her. She was scared beyond death that she would lose something. The possibility of a dream shattering in front of her eyes, and inside of her belly. Was she expecting?

In the room where the ill and broken recovered under the care of the Ilmatari, Yashia's suspicions were confirmed. Cybil told that she was pregnant. But from whom? In the months they had known each other, she had never seen her even do more than hang out with any man who wasn't spoken for already. Actually, not really anyone other than her own Cirion. But he wouldn't...

Yashia couldn't help it, she tried to fight it but it settled inside of her again. Doubt. Doubt if she was enough, if she was worthy to have anything to hold that was hers alone. It had to go away, she had to make it go away. With her best efforts as an amateur actress she pretended to the outside world that nothing was wrong, and asked with Cybil with a smile who the lucky man - her secret admirer - was. The favored of Ilmater didn't face her directly, and seemed a bit embarrassed when she said she had been seduced by a stranger.

But she wasn't as good. A gut feeling along with Cybil's unease told Yashia that she was not telling her the truth, or at the very least not the whole of it. But why would she lie about it? If not to - No, it couldn't be true. Cybil, and especially he would not do that to her. She would find out why it was, and she had to do it soon to make that feeling go away. But it was not that.
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For days, a few weeks even, she practiced for perfection. The aspiring bard used what talents she had to pretend. Not to lie, because speaking falsely was not her strength at all. Just acting, doing something she was good at to uncover and secure a comforting truth. In the solitude of her own room and even while venturing out into the woods she spoke her lines that none could hear until it was time. Her facial expressions and gestures she trained even in the presence of others, in the middle of crowds and in the trading grounds of Exigo. None paid any real attention to her, aside from casting her a glance one would throw a woman gone mad. Most conveniently, all ignored her efforts.

All but one. A complete stranger curiously came to speak to her. A tall and skinny dark-skinned man she hadn't ever met before. He didn't seem to feel the need to introduce himself or even greet her, though he most certainly was no celebrity. But while he had no reason to care, he talked to her with a voice that showed the greatest interest.

"You act differently from most of the people I have seen. The motions you make with your hands and what I think to be emotions coming forth from your face do not define what you perceive. What is the purpose of this behaviour?"

"Huh?" Yashia gave him a clueless look like only she can do, her mouth opened a little bit, eyes a little more open than usual and her brows travelling a little upwards. It was not an act. She was sincerely surprised to see anyone care. "Why do you want to know, sir?"

The man calmly answered her question, taking his time to put his thoughts to words. "I have learned much in my lifetime, but little in terms of what most of mankind would take for granted and never really think about. I seek to understand the furthest reaches of the human soul. To know why people do as they do. What their motives are to walk their path of destiny. What drives them. Their feelings. Yours appear eccentric, yet are unexplained. Something of a mystery that is only waiting. Waiting to be revealed by the right person, in the right place, at the right time. It intrigues me."

Yashia was at first taken aback by the remarkable flow of words that entered her ears. Though upon recollecting herself she gave the man a small smirk. "Never seen an actress at work?"

"An actress?" He shook his head. "No. I think not."

She eyed him up and down once more to figure out if he was pulling her leg, but it didn't look he was. And even so, she didn't want to take what risk there was to treat him with disrespect, and thus tried to explain. "Oh. Well... I am preparing to pretend something in such a way that the ones seeing it will believe what I want them to believe. It's an art that can be used to entertain people."

"You say it in a way that makes me believe your reasons are not the same." he replied.

A short duration of silence fell between them as the man's yellowy eyes saw through her with his penetrating gaze. Yashia knew he was right and didn't want to lie to him, but she couldn't tell him what was going on either. It would put her plan at risk, the only sure-fire way to restore the security she craved.

"Man's darkest secrets oft bring about his doom." He continued on as stern as he had been their whole conversation, although he somehow managed to not sound frightening in any way. "Some leave this world mourned, others celebrated, and others still are completely ignored. Yet while a life should end when it no longer has meaning, no life should ever come to an end in a meaningless way. For it is a preparation for the greater existence that follows after."

"Why are you telling me all this?" sounded her voice, as insecure as she really was, and was trying to hide all this time.

"My intention is to guide people to their intended deaths, as the Scribe has written them. Some might look to what you do for entertainment, but I cannot imagine that anyone would look to be fooled if unasked for. Judging by the armour you wear and the steel you carry, I think it is fair to assume death is never far away from where you are. You should be cautious to ensure that it does not claim you too soon."

"But how do you know? How can anyone know for sure when a life is no longer worth living?" Yashia swallowed once, before uncomfortably asking one more question that this talk awakened within her. "Is it... emptiness? The loss of feeling any purpose that really matters?"

The man's face sported a certain strange kind of enthusiasm that hadn't been seen before. "That is one of the things I am attempting to discover. If one can feel ahead of time the coming of an end to his or her own life. But it is dangerous to let emotion control completely the choices that you make. And even if I knew that one's time had come, I wouldn't speak of it. Because I have no desire to make anyone fear their inevitable demise and give them false hope to avoid it. All that I can say, is that all shall be as the Lord wills it. If you are to live, then live you shall. But if it is destined to be over..."

"Then there is nothing to prevent it from happening. And no way back..." Yashia finished his line.

A weak smile formed some wrinkles on the man's otherwise smooth face. "Precisely. None will defy the spinnings of fate." He laid his hand on the symbol of his god, and his smile quickly faded to make way for a deep frown that was close to a glare. Probably unintended for her. "And any who try shall fail."

With a zealous posture unfitting to his frail build, the man gave her a final glance and turned to leave. Before he could, however, Yashia spoke to him again. "Sir... you seem wise and knowledgeable. May I have your name?" When he turned back to look at her, she uneasily shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "In case I need someone... impartial to talk to."

"My parents called me Atheleas. And my inherited family name is Sanneset." He replied.

"Okay. Thank you, Atheleas. For the talk." She said with a faint smile. "I am Yashia."

Atheleas gave a nod. "Farewell, Yashia. Until we meet again, if fate allows it."

She raised her hand to about shoulder height to wave him goodbye, but the priest of Jergal already walked away without looking any longer. He must have had important duties to attend to.
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While she could have, and perhaps should have, Yashia did not change course. It'd be much better to just play Cybil a fool and take a slap in the face, than it would be to let her own doubts slowly eat her up and kill her from the inside out. He would forgive his true love her mistake of ever having even the slightest bit of doubt in his loyalty. She had to go through with this. Not only for the sake of her own ease of mind, but also to be able to give him her unquestionable feelings of belonging. So he could finally find his happiness. With her.

Cybil was at the Trading Post. Yashia had just seen her as she made her way through the place to get where she was now. What she had chosen to be the stage of her act. She took the scroll she would use in hand. The words and symbols on it were familiar. While she could not naturally cast the powers it contained, the way it was wielded was imprinted on her memories as if Kathryn Blake had taught her only yesterday. When Sehron had gone for a dangerous espionage mission against the Sharite elves of the Moth'Oira, and the ring of their bonding - the engagement ring he gave to her - had caused her finger to bleed. With Katie's help, as straining as it was to her, Yashia had managed to uncover his whereabouts. And it was Cirion who helped her find him. The elf's body was broken by the crushing force of a dire bear's claws, but he was alive.

Katie... The red headed dragon descendant was missed by many, but many of those had already left Sundren and Yashia's life by now as well. Once everyone's friend, but now nearly forgotten. She too had had a deep relationship with Cirion, but misjudgement had torn it apart. It was strange how things had turned out. Yashia had given Cirion support to carry on after his parting with Katie, and befriended him. Then, those two that were separated had reunited her with Sehron, the one Yashia thought she would be with back then, only for both him and Katie to leave her life later. And now, while she still did keep the symbol Sehron's love for her in her possession as a memory, the fallen paladin wore Cirion's engagement ring instead.

Yashia smiled softly at the recollection of her memories. The link between the scroll she was holding and her friends of old, her love and her life. Her past and her future. A future with Cirion, which she would soon set in stone. This was the moment of truth. The leap of faith onto the path of no return. The wanderer, who sought a sure path to what was meant to be, was prepared. She read the scroll thoroughly and spoke the incantations it contained, to transfer a thought to Cybil. To meet with her. Urgently. Alone.
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By a silent section of the crossroads, Yashia stood in wait of the imminent arival of a rival. Or at least, that was what she had to make herself believe for this moment, to better immerse herself in her self-written role. But it all took much longer than it should. Cybil didn't come. Why? What could keep her from giving her requested presence by someone in need? Someone she knew and liked, no less. Then finally, footsteps became audible from behind. From the same road she had walked to get here. It was not who she was expecting, however.

"Is there anything wrong, Yashia? Anything you want to talk about? Or are you in need of solitude?" Etria asked.

Yashia sighed a bit in frustration, and turned her head to the side to answer. "I'd like to be alone for now."

The elf gave her a nod and returned from whence she came. And then the ranger was, for as far as she could see, on her own again. The wait was stretched to last a while longer. Though not much later, another soul approached. The voice that sounded this time was the right one.

"Yashia? You needed to see me?" said Cybil to the fallen champion of the Morninglord, who still had her back turned and seemed intent on keeping it that way for the time being.

The words she received back were strong and inquiring, though not angry just yet. "Why did you lie to me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't give me your innocence, Cybil." The agitation came. Yashia was tense, which was easy to see even without her face within sight. She turned to face the woman who had supposedly seduced her husband to be. Her hands clenched to form a fist. Her eyes were cold and expressionless, but her whole demeanour had been set aflame to grow a sense of seething fury about her. "Don't you lie to me again!"

It was working, the favored of Ilmater grew more nervous by the second. And it didn't take long for her to snap and give in. "Whoever told you only did to hurt you, Yashia. Please..."

Who told what? Nobody told her anything. Yashia was confused, but she couldn't show it or she would still have no certainty. "You had no right!" she shouted in an enraged, albeit shaky voice.

"We never meant to hurt you. He only wanted to give me some happiness. Something to hold..." Cybil spoke in panic, completely unaware of the shock that struck the woman she was speaking to. "But he still loves you Yashia. You belong together. Nothing can take that away from you!"

Until now, she hadn't believed it, though she should have known. She just wasn't enough, not good enough to be with him. Only because of his warm heart, because he cared too much to let her feel all alone in this world, Cirion had made her promises that he couldn't keep. It was too much. Too much for her to handle. Yashia cringed in mental agony and bent her knees, no longer able to keep herself standing. Even if she could have, there wouldn't really be much of a point. Just like there wasn't much of a point in anything else anymore.

Cybil, regretting deeply the pain that had been caused, came to sit by the weeping wanderer and put a hand on her shoulder that was supposed to be comforting. Yashia laid her own hand over it to hold it, but she couldn't hear any of the words being spoken to her. She slowly raised her other hand to her shoulder, and laid its fingers at Cybil's wrist. It had come back, and Yashia hadn't even noticed it herself. The darkness took a firm hold over her, that translated swiftly to the grasp of the arm, which was pulled down with great force when Yashia jerked it. Cybil hit the dusty road beneath them and cried in pain while the fair haired warrior fallen from the light drew her one-and-a-half hand sword from the sheathed, and pointed the blade downwards at the pregnant slut's womb. The follower of Ilmater weakly held up a hand and screamed for her to stop. But she had to pay. She had to feel what loss felt like, and the blade was thrusted down.

At that moment, right before the steel would strike at the unborn babes, a stronger power gained control over the broken one whose hands it were that held the weapon. Love. He may not have felt the same way about her, but she still loved him more than anything, and what she was about to do would not only punish Cybil, but also Cirion. And that was something she just couldn't do, and no god or goddess could command her to. The last instant, when that feeling entered her, Yashia changed the course of the blade. It still carved a deep wound down the woman's side, but the children were unharmed.

Cybil kept lying helplessly on the ground, throbbing in pain and still shocked by what had just happened. She was not the one who was worst off, however. It was Yashia, who looked down at the injured woman and spoke softly to her in a shaky voice.

"He... loves... you."

Yashia saw what she herself was becoming. A monster without conscience, that would destroy everything and everyone she once held dear. Her whole life had been a lie, and should have ended long ago. Her devotion to do good had only come forth by the inspirations of a few good men who had tried to tempt fate. But in the end, it was all in vain. Yashia slowly withdrew her sword arm. The skin of her face was pale and lifeless, and she shivered uncontrollably.

"My life... meaningless."

She brought her left hand to her neck, and tore the three holy symbols from it to cast them away. Two of them fell, but one she caught back in mid-air. It was the symbol of Sune. The one she had been gifted by the champion of the goddess, and the one true love she still cherised. Her hand clutched firmly around the chain as she brought the divine token close to herself. Her eyes, filled with nothing but pain, gave Cybil a final glance. And she would ask one more thing of her. The last that still mattered.

"Make him happy."

The hilt of her Knight's Tale, a story that was about to come to an end, was twisted to make the tip of the blade point straight to her own heart. A heart that was already broken and would soon die a death that would not be reversed. Because it had meaning. When she was gone, then Cirion would no longer have to sacrifice himself. Without her, he could follow his heart again.

The sword was driven into her own heart by her own hand. A surge of pain went through her when the distant voice of her love called out her name, but it faded. It all faded, and she collapsed as her life left her. This was the end. It was over.
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It felt wrong somehow. She wanted to be close to him, to be held and kissed by him, but not like this. It left a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. The flavour of mint appeased her tongue, but his overly dominant show of affection he gave her led to think that he himself had been affected by something else. Alcohol. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't completely himself either. She laid on the couch in front of the fireplace of the third room in the comfort, and he laid over her, caressing and kissing her. She let him continue, because she did still enjoy his touch.

But it didn't take much longer before he would go too far. His hands travelled down along her sides until they held still at her hips. And every few seconds, he nudged them up to him. Over and over again. Yashia's eyebrows sunk and her face fell to a small frown. They were still clothed, but this wasn't right. He was letting himself be driven by desires rather than the love they shared. She had to stop it, before anything would happen that they would both regret. The blonde huntress of tainted spirits couldn't let him or herself fall prey to that, and placed her fingers on his chin to slowly push him away.

He kept his eyes on her and smiled still, his hands still doing as they had been even after she broke their kiss. "Hmm? Why do you want me to stop?" he asked quietly, "We're not doing anything that goes too far..."

"No... but you are fantasizing it. And not too subtly either. If I ever -" she sighed, interrupting herself the frown settling deeper on her face. "Could you stop that, please? You are making me feel uneasy."

"I was just..." he couldn't find the words he wanted to speak, and looked down to his hands. He stopped, as she had asked him to. "I... well, I wasn't even thinking at all for a few moments."

Yashia gave him a nod. "I think you have had a few too many... best not do that again." She saw Cirion leaving his position over her, and sat down by her side. Looking down in shame, though perhaps also in disappointment. For an instant, she closed her eyes and ran her hand across her forehead, letting loose a second sigh. "Look, Cirion, it's okay. Nothing happened. We just learn from our mistakes and move on."

Frustrated, and audibly emotional, Cirion made his reply. "You don't trust me. You don't believe in me. You probably think like all the rest do, that I'm just some sex crazed man. That I only care for one thing, don't you?"

"No, I don't think that at all. You don't honestly believe that I do, right? I mean, look at yourself. All this drink just, well... you aren't yourself right now. You aren't thinking clearly. Perhaps we should just go to bed, so you can sleep this off." Moving her legs off the pillows and setting her feet on the ground, Yashia rose to sit up next to him. "And yes, I'm going to stay with you."

He didn't look at her anymore now, though his words kept coming for her. "When I only do one thing you don't like. But if there is something you want to change about me, I almost always have to comply. You pushed me away because you don't really trust me. You only want to stay here so you can keep an eye on me."

"It's not that I didn't trust you, but what you were doing just didn't feel right to me. I was uncomfortable with it. Your kissing and massage, I really liked that. A lot." She leaned forward, resting with her elbows on her lap. Her eyes to the floor in a saddened expression. "I didn't mean to make you feel denied, I just wanted to show our affection in a way that makes us both feel good. And... I already told you I would stop making demands. You deserve better."
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"You make me wish for something more, something I truly want, but you simply slap my hand back and scold me. You tempt me with how happy I could be, but refuse to answer to my hopes..." It became harder to hear what he said, as his voice became more and more emotional with each word he spoke. "But it doesn't matter. I want more than just us. I want to actually have a family. I want a daugher, or a son. A child of my own, to raise with a woman I love."

The fallen paladin of light trembled slightly, giving a somewhat shaky reply while she buried her face in her hands. "You know I cannot give that to you without... without giving up my chance of redemption. To cease my duties, my care for the people we share this world with. To devote myself to us entirely."

"I wanted to be with you. I wanted to have a family with you... The whole stupid test to be less around you was to see how loyal I could be to you." He cried, the tears leaving his eyes and steadily streaming downwards. "The saving of gems and money was to have two golden rings made, encrusted with rubies. For us. I was willing to propose to you and marry you. I didn't care anymore about regaining my status as a paladin. I had told you I loved you, truly loved you. And wanted to prove to you just how much you mean to me."

The blonde woman he had called his love looked up to him, lifting her head from her hands. She too was crying already, it had only been hidden before. "Don't... don't speak in the past tense... Will you let me think about this?" She fell silent, but only for a few seconds, not long enough for him to come with an answer yet. "Why did you tell me? Why couldn't you just have waited?"

The fallen paladin of love shook his head, his voice insecure when he would speak to her again. "I don't know. I just spoke what's been on my mind these past several weeks. I'm sad. Angry. I feel terrible right now."

"Are you angry at me?" Yashia hesitantly asked, chewing her lip.

"What I feel right now... I don't know." He looked down to the floor, having vented the most of his frustration already. "I feel stupid. Stupid that I didn't surprise you like I had planned. I wanted to propose to you for everyone to see. I wanted all to know that moment that I love you. Wanted to spend my life with you and you alone, nobody else. I've already turned down several others who had feelings for me... To stay true to you."

"Cirion," she said to him in a soft tone, though it quickly became pleading after that. "I want to forget this night, and all you said to me. I want it to happen. There must be some way we can reverse this."

Sitting down on his knees in front of her, the knight of Sune lookes up to his love. He wrapped his arms around her, holding his head against her shoulder. "I still want to be with you."

"And I with you." she said after laying her own arms around him and gently kissing him in his hair.

"I've given up on being a paladin," he continued, "For you, my love, I wanted to make all your dreams come true."

"Don't you still want to?" she inquired softly. Desperate and hopeful at the same time.

"I want all to know, even the gods, that I want to be with you. That my heart belongs to you alone."

Yashia's mouth fell open to say something, but nothing came out other than the breath she had just taken in. She was deeply touched, though after some moments could gather the courage to speak again. "Will you still ask me? After this? Don't change your course, Cirion... ask me when you are ready. Can you promise me that?"

"I don't have all I need yet, but that doesn't matter. Why wouldn't I still ask you? Of course I will promise you. I will do this when I'm ready."

Finally, she could smile again. "You won't regret it... But I need to go. Before it's too late."

"Yashia." he said, more calmly now. "One kiss before you leave."

Without hesitation, she threw herself forward, into his arms, and gave him what he asked for. Full of passion and conviction. But when they had only just begun, she let go of him already. "I must leave."

While not wanting to, he loosened his grip around her. Moving his hands to her sides. She smiled wryly to him and whispered. "See you soon..."

"See you soon. My true love."
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Even in this Forest of Eternal Night, the memory was as clear as day now. A blank on her mind was filled. All those months ago, she had rushed to the east, to make a stand at the Necropolis. Doomed to fall to an overwhelming enemy. She had done it so she could be with him. To be found, and return for another chance at living a life with her love. It all made perfect sense...

Yashia had awoken in the Temple of Helm. In a bed where the ill are often left for recovery, she knew. Someone had found her. By chance, by fate, it didn't matter. They brought her back, from a coma, or possibly even death. She felt fine, but she was tired. Though an urge inside her made her not want spend the night there alone, and thus she went back to the Comfort, to find Cirion. She knocked on his door, and while at first he didn't answer, he soon did open it for her. With an expression of sadness that was, back then, left unexplained.

"Can I come in?" she asked him with a smile.

He made way for her, looking mentally down, but his eyes remained on her. "Of course."

"I uhm... I'm a bit tired." Yashia blinked a few times, and stifled a yawn. "I think I fell asleep in the temple of Helm... can you believe that?" She smirked at him, though that soon drifted away to form a smile. "I'd rather sleep with you."

Cirion's eyes fell to the floor a moment, but almost by necessity, they found their way back up to face her. "I'd rather you sleep here with me, too."

He held her hand and led her to the bed, where he pulled back the sheets to make a space especially for her to rest in. Courteously, he laid her down with the greatest of care, and tucked her in on one side. Keeping the other open to lay down beside her. On his side, watching her. And when she rolled on her side to look at him as well, they both soon had an arm wrapped around each other, embracing. Yashia cuddled up to him as close as she could, the smile she had growing even warmer before she whispered to him that she loved him. Cirion almost had to cry again, but instead of giving in to his tears and making her worry for himself, he gave her a long kiss good night. Needing to show how glad he was to have her here with him.

Even after the kiss, Yashia kept holding him near her. Their heads together and their eyes meeting. She was happy. This was how she wanted each day of her life to end. "Good night, my Love Knight." she spoke in a hushed voice when she could only barely still keep her eyes open.

He tried his best to smile back at her. "Good night my love, my greatest gift from Sune..."

That was all and more than she needed to hear, before she could rest peacefully.

But now, although she had given her life, she couldn't rest in peace. She hadn't a reason, nor the will to return, and what fate lay ahead of her could be nothing good. But it was worth it. To end all this misery and to keep herself from causing more of it to the ones she loved. So he, and the rest of the world, could be without her.
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Though her soul no longer had a direct connection to the Prime, it seemed that the ones left behind would not accept her separation. A voice spoke to her, calling to her. An elven man who had loved her once, but couldn't have his feelings answered. Not Sehron, but Leckith. The spirit shaman. Through his bond with the spirit world, he had managed to find her in this lifeless darkness. She heard his beckoning words, but although it pained her to do so, pretended that she didn't. It was better that way, not to leave them with false hopes of restoring the one they once knew. Several times he tried to make contact, and then it fell silent again.

It didn't really matter to the former paladin, fallen from grace and from life, that she would be lost and forgotten. There was no sense in trying to avoid such a fate, since trying to pull away from it had caused nothing but grief. It didn't matter to be left alone, because alone she could at least not tempt others to be taken with her. Yet still they were persistent. A visage of the wild elf appeared nearby her, and approached. He had actually entered the realms of the dead to speak to her, a being too pitiful to find a real place in existence, to convince her to go on.

The broken spirit cast her eyes upon Leckith, and spoke to him in a voice that was difficult to recognize. "Go, shaman. There is nothing to accomplish here. I am a lost cause and have no real reason to live on."

Her tone swayed from high to low and back, it shivered and it echoed. It was hollow, and difficult to tie any identity to. Perhaps because she had one no longer. But no matter the misery she was in, that was no reason for the shaman to withdraw from what he felt he had to do.

"Even if he has abandoned you, think about all the others who care about you, Yashia. Who still love you..." He paused a second, only to add a few more words to that that weighed heavily on his heart. "I Still love you."

"The one you see before you doesn't have much left of the woman you once knew." She answered. "For what I am now, the world will be better off without me. Let go of your memories, and let me take my place in the Wall."

"No." The un-dead spirit walker said in a stern voice. "You will not be absorbed into the Wall of the Faithless, Yashia. I will not allow that to happen. I bind your soul to remain here, either until I can help you find a reason to return, or a way to pass on into a peaceful afterlife. One that you deserve."

The both of them fell silent after Leckith spoke his blessing to ward her from an eternity of torment, and a curse to make her stuck in limbo at the same time. The fallen couldn't feel angered about it. But then again, she wasn 't glad either. She felt little to nothing, as she had been drawn towards for a long time.

"Fine." She finally said. "Then leave now and do as you must. Unless you want me to stay here forever."

"I promise you that I will find a way. Goodbye, Yashia. And until we meet again."

He disappeared. And she was all alone once more.
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Months, days or hours Yashia waited for what was to come. She didn't really know for how long, because any sense of the passing of time evaded her in this dead forest of Eternal Night. Which was probably still better than the other eternal night that had been offered to her. She wondered if there would ever come an end to it all, but she didn't hope. The last of her hopes had gone when a man she had wanted to share the rest of her life with and more no longer had need of her. And then, another spirit appeared...

"Cirion?"

He walked up to her without saying a word. There was no smiling, no joy. Only sadness. Yashia didnít really know what to think at first, if she should believe her ethereal eyes. Which she tried to rub to no avail.

"Is it really you?"

The soul wearing faintly red-coloured armour stood right in front of her. It was most definitely him. And if he could cry in this state, he probably would have.

"Why?" she asked quietly. Her tone shaky, but strangely taking some shape again. "You could have been happy with her, why did you give it up?"

His eyes sealed and his head was lowered, when finally he responded to her calls. "Because, I want to spend an eternity with you. And if this is the only way to make that happen then itís a sacrifice worth making. I'll stay here with you forever if I have to."

"You don't need to pity me, Cirion. And I don't want you to be here." The sentence came out in a way that sounded like she only partially meant what she said. "You have a life to live. A family to care for... You should go back."

"But I'm not going to leave here unless you come with me. You are still and will always be my True. Nothing can change that, and I won't ever leave you if I have a choice. Which I do."

Something within the broken soul snapped at that moment. Not to break her further, rather to unbreak a small piece of her heart. Neither of them had any more words to say for now. In their living state, this would be a time when they would hold one another and share their love in a physical way. Cirion tried. He wanted to touch her hand and take her in his arms, but he couldn't. His hands went straight through her being. One could read easily in his eyes that he was hurt, unable to feel what he once felt and enjoyed more than anything else. His soul-mate before him cast him a soft smile and tried to mend his wounds, she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace as real as was possible in this ethereal existence, holding still her features the right way in all the right places. She tried to make him feel it spiritually. And for the most part succeeded, as her smile was returned.

"Yashia." Cirion was the first to speak again.

"Yes, love?"

"Will you come with me?"

The smiles on both their faces faded, making way for more serious expressions. It took Yashia some time to answer. Or actually she didn't at all, as she only showed a slow, single nod.

"Then there are two places we can go from here." He continued. "We can return to life, to our friends and picking up where we left off. Or, we can go elsewhere. To what lies beyond, in wait of us. If your faith is in Her."

Again, the lost soul stayed silent for a bit. Her answer wasn't a problem, but they had all the time in the world for as far as she was concerned. She was where she wanted to be. The place itself didnít matter much, as long as he was there. "I choose life. There is still too much left for us that is yet to be drawn to a good ending. And I still have promises, many of which to you, which I want to fulfil."

"Then life it is." He said with a nod to her. "Though... how are we going to remember what happened here? How will we make sure you don't do the same things again?"

"We might not remember all the details, but our hearts will tell us the truth." She replied. Which in turn made the both of them smile again.

"Then all that rests is for us to wait until they find a means to bring us back to the living."

"Mhmm. And it's no punishment to me to have to wait with you."

And so, they waited.
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