Legends of Belariath

Mozenwrathe

Soliloquoy's Summary - Or Some Other Safe Location

*Memories can be a powerful thing. They can bridge the gap between the past and the future. They can mold a weak mind or shatter a strong heart. For something as ephemeral as thoughts connected to events that have long since transpired, a singular memory to a fallen soul can be as important as water to a starving man. Of course, there is no way to tell exactly how truthful one's memories can be when the gods are involved. Ask any of the winged races about that. Any of them. Just... be careful whom you ask. The wolven and the vulpani, however, will have a different story altogether.*

Soliloquoy's Summary - Or Some Other Safe Location
by Yashawini Asaque, half-wolven friend of the fatesinger Neelkamala D'aari

it was in a dream that I remember
seeing the fall of one I could only whisper
a name that was not a name but a title
his chest covered in his own blood
for the spear had pierced through
and did the dawn rear itself at that moment
single beam of light through the clouds
storm having just ended as he fought
losing his step and his life at the same time
with the blessing of the sun
following him all the way down
curse upon his lips while his smiled

it was no more than a vision while sleeping
someone that could never have existed
combination of features and form
never to be considered truth in my heart
a mere nightmare as the words themselves
spoken could not have been of any tongue
yet the way the light cast down from heavens
covered his painful descent into darkness
could I not help but wake weeping
heart aching for one who appeared happy
not having to remain amongst the living

wrapping myself in thick blankets
so many years after the fateful night
do I think to what changed for me
going forward as sea of stars most tragic
turned into skies of amazing imagery
watching darkness become winter rainbow
and my blessing to travel forth
experiencing the world on my own terms
with my first dusk spent watching
each stream of gentle sunshine fade
until only one was left
pointing the way to where I would travel

to this day I can recall the face
of the one who tumbled from the light
ever wrathful gaze looking upwards
as if pointing fury at the gods themselves
his heart filled with naught but rage
yet the sun would not leave him be
until his eyes closed at last
with his final breath quiet and peaceful
but something within me dreads
knowing that story is not truly over
though am I no bard to create a tale
nor weaver to put it to tapestry
so shall I forever remain alert
for the next dream to come to me

*This all transpired three years before Neelkamala and Yashawini first met. The half-wolven Yashawini recalled the moment she met the fatesinger as the day Yashawini's mother informed her that her family on the women's side had always carried the blood of fortune tellers and soothsayers. Almost none of the women had ever taken up such a position in whatever tribe or clan they had been part of, mainly as they found hunting and adventuring much better for their spirits. The visions they would end up receiving from the gods and the ancestors had never failed to guide them in the right direction, however. Such a dream as the one described above, though, was rare as it seemed far too clear to be merely a warning against pride or rage consuming one's soul. It would be when Idomeneus Blackfriar - a full blooded wolven and son of an infamous mage - was talking with Yashawini about a man he had heard about that she remembered the dream again...

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