~*Kyala*~


~A 'ail and greetings to ye, fellow travelers and friends... Come and sit a while...for the tale I shall tell ye takes time in abundance...

~the story~

A man called Kuyler, one whom I met in the tavern of Glenshadow, heard my plea, and came to my rescue. He saved me from the existence of evil, and gave me back my old life. For that, I owe him a debt that nothing could repay...


I had my old ways, my old feelings, back, and was happy by that. A strange feeling I had, however, every once in a while, when the moon was full. The dark side of life twas nay the sensible choice, but unfortunately was quite in allurance and temptation in a twisted sort of way. I feel the absence of the evil sometimes, for even though they say evil is empty, I disagree. 'Tis full, but of the wrong things. And my heart was no longer full. I resist the temptation time and time again for the pull back to that life, for that is no longer me. I was a huntress again. For then.


~another embrace~

I still keep my appearance the evil gave me, as I will for all time. My auburn locks hint towards the color of fire, my lips still blood-red, my sea-green eyes sparkling in frequent fierceness. And my tears... Three tears I had cried, the last moan the evil gave before my soul won out. Three tears of pain, of agony and defeat, of darkness. Those three tears stay upon my left cheek, as a mark of the evil I was, and the potential for evil that I, as all, still have. For all times.


My dear friend, Shayne Rah, has opened her Realm to travelers and friends. 'Tave begun to go there more and more, finding the lesser amount of people more welcome then the crowded place the Tavern has become. I find the people of the same as those I made friends with in the Tavern, yet I also find myself wanting to be alone more... Perhaps 'tis self-pity which strives and feeds this feeling, yet I canne help but feel it. Lonesome.

'Tis obvious my confusion and disorientation in the entire existence of mine... I dinne how to change it, though I know what would...

~confusions~ (a strive for importance)

'Tad all been well, at least, as well as my self-pity would allow, until things began ta' seem different....

~the beginning of a journey~

~and so it continues...~


And now....I am unsure now what has happened to my brother, Jevan. He has disappeared, vanished without a trace. So sure he was to see my blood spilled across his sword, I fear he may have taken risks unwaranted and his blood is now that which is spilled. Though he wants me dead, I still love my brother. And wish that he believed me, believed the truth. I am no longer the evil that had possessed me so...I am no longer the death I had brought...


I just took a step back a day ago... in shock of what had been happening. I heard the news of the bondage between Kuyler and the Lady Lark RedFlame. I took actions unwarranted, and uncalled for. It scares me now to think of it, of what I had done, and what I had wanted to do. If I hadne 'f been stopped... But it is of no matter now...

I have given up... on Kuyler. He ne'er wanted me more than a friend, and I see that clearly now. I still love him, and feel I always shall in this certain way, though I no longer hope for the returned feelings. I know they shant come.

And Rithon... I suppose I should turn my sights to him. I care for him deeply. One could assume it would be love, though ‘tam not sure of this yet, for my feelings for Kuyler are still strong. But I think I could love Rithon. If he wouldn’t leave me so often. Always there... with me... and then gone. Swiftly, as though pulled from me. I dinne know what to think of this, but I can hope.

Rithon has not returned, and I have drifted from the visitation of the Realm of my friend. Nothing pulls me there any longer. Rithon was yet another called by the 'beauty' my possession gave me... 'twas nothing more than that, I fear. No real feelings. And so it stays such...


I bear my name true now, knowing I did no wrong and think it just. Kyala. My honor, my trustworthy, ‘tis what I am. Though... I hesitate to write these words... but I feel the pull that had taken me so easily the last time. I feel it strongly. These tears upon my cheek...are more than a mark of evil gone. They are to remind me of evil remaining.

I was once told I had a legacy. I had a power. ‘Tam not sure what that means. A power. I was once given an amulet by a Dantar Nightseer, him telling me I had the potential for magic. Me. I mean... I dabbled with... my mother before...before that night. But... magic? And me?

Strange occurances happen to those unlooking... I have had many friends since my journey began to that Tavern. Friends that came and went, friends that stayed, friends that became enemies.... Through it all, I ne'er saw what was before me all along. Alexander Goldenshield, the King of Crusadia, and I... 'twas ne'er a thought before one night. We had been friends for so long, it seems, and I saw his struggle with my friends Lillianne and Deverry... and now, together? Seems almost something from a book of stories, ne'er real nor unreal. And yet it is. He has asked me to be his wife, and I have accepted. I hope that perhaps this time, things can be different, and I have hope that happiness is to be finally granted to me.

I shall live on as such, day after day...


~a link to "reality"~


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