Legends of Belariath

Alannya

What is done out of love takes place beyond good and evil or so one man has claimed. What is done out of self love usually takes place from the very heart of evil or so Alannya had thought in the beginning, when Layne Oakleaf had taken great pleasure in making her suffer, in robbing her of her innocence to claim sweet and supple nubile flesh as his own for the years that would follow her torture when a once bright girl had been forced to come terms with her abuse and feel an affection for her captor that would one day grow into a perverse form of love she was unaware existed. It's a rare thing this love that blossoms from hatred in the interest of survival and it was for some years she survived the servitude, the degredation of her life for the pleasures of the elf only to find herself lost in his absense, without someone to guide her and bend her to their whiles. It was for months that she had found herself alone, depressed and all the worse quite lonely without the man she had considered her love before finally the wait had become unbearable and thinking that she would never again see the elf again and with a heavy heart had dragged her diminutive frame to be unregistered from Layne and had cried during the return home and for many days after.

Time passes as it's want to do and in this particular stretch she had begun to come to terms with the fact that Layne would never return to her and the depression slowly, steadily, had begun to lift and allowed her to slowly begin to rejoin the world around her that was until the return of the Sylvan and the subsequent beating that had come with it, the abuse she suffered that again brought her to reminder of why she loved the elf. When she loved him he no longer hurt her and when he no longer hurt her he left as though forgetting her mortality that one day she would grow old and no longer be waiting for the elf having been long buried and forgotten much as she was now so it was in her effort to prove herself, to again wear the collar he would never restore that he had left her again only for news to travel that he had died. Shattered she had fallen into herself to mourn, a shadow of the once vibrant girl that had roamed happily through the empire to fall prey to those that would rape her, abuse her and they would gleefully so without care to the frail state of her mind.

For months she had lived in the shadow of her beloved master, staying in his tree house and waiting for his return until she could take no more and again ventured out into the world to begin anew though the empire was not as she remembered it. The world having grown steadily out of reach of her until she was unaware of how to rejoin society that was until the day she had met Kalagoth Trinn and had found him to be the salvation she had waited for. An outlet that drew her back into the world of the living, to make her wish to be something other then the shadow that remained in the quiet solitude of her misery. A chance to make all that she had done wrong right in the simple task of finding her a new master to serve a master that she could be all that she hadn't been for Layne. Someone that she would love, someone that she would serve and again she was filled with a particular loneliness that came with the realization that appeared that no one wished to purchase her save for one that did not understand the relationship between master and slave and wished her neck simply for the fact that she had refused to be his wife.

There had been a moment of contemplation, of consideration that perhaps she was better suited for death and nothing more. Life wasn't a beautiful thing but instead appeared hard and still the feline mage had given her reason to live which was made all the more apparent in his death when he had returned to tell her of this following her search for him. Her reason little more then caring for him to keep from crossing the veil and she had decided to be the best she could, to make him proud of her and the work had seemed to pay off despite the fact that Kalagoth seemed to show little interest in finding her a new home as she was certain that her place was not to remain with him. Curious and curiouser she had begun to doubt her temporary Master and had questioned him time and time again only to be told to wait, to be patient and to hold on just that much longer. To bear with him and under go the trials that were usually held in being forced to do something that mortality wouldn't just simply sit down and take.

Perhaps it was a lesson he taught her, that patience would one day pay off. Would grant her the future she had dreamed of since cold metal had been placed upon slender, pallid throat though really what more could she do? Patience seemed to get her no where and every step forward usually knocked her back more then she could bear though the loneliness was something she no longer felt and she had grown to love him in a way that made little sense to her. In a fashion that was shown through subtle words and actions not involving the training she had received prior to him. Without giving herself to him and found that the celibacy he had helped imposed ( though indirect as it was ) was more blessing then hinderance, allowing her to focus on one particular goal in her life.

Sadly she had accepted the fate that perhaps there would be no master for her and it was simply his desire for her to begin to learn to live as a free person once more though her soul was loathe to the idea and it ate a pit within her being though what more was there for her to do? She had waited this long for someone to take her perhaps she could wait longer.. Though being alone and away from servitude frightened her all the more.

Perhaps one day the gods would see fit to save her, one day indeed. Until then she could do little more then wait and wonder.

Would her life, yet again, ever truly show meaning?

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