Post by <EAGLE> on May 3, 2013 0:29:53 GMT -5
There were some things that were just sacred in this world. Memories were one of them.
Each step he took across the sand brought forth a new memory. Him and Nessarose, playing in the dunes. Swimming. Running. Hide and go seek. Falling in love. Bringing their son home for the first time. Welcoming Nessa's siblings as Lunacy brought them home.
And then there were the bad ones. Watching Nessa get swept away by a rogue wave. Going insane. Paramore going missing. Watching his brother suffer at the hands of his father. The death of Freedom and Lunacy, Adante. The fire that had nearly claimed his life and left him maimed beyond repair.
Sacred, sacred things. He was grateful to them all, for without them, Forsaken would not be the stag he was today. Older, wiser, stronger. Maybe his appearance was no longer as pretty as it used to be, but he knew what was important in life. Granted, it felt totally wrong to be in the terra without Nessarose at his side, but he had no idea what had happened to her. The war had taken a toll on the land, destroying everyone it touched. The last battle between him and Adonis had been awful, and he had nearly died from it. After the fighting was over, the land wasn't fit to reside in. Too much death and decay poisoning the air and water. Forsaken had escaped the poisons, sought refuge, and now that years had passed, wanted to return to his beach, to the only place he knew.
It was deserted now, the place where he had been raised, taught to fight, to love, to be loyal. And yet, it was as beautiful as ever. It was home. Forsaken raised his scarred crown into the air, bugling out his claimance upon the land. He was home, this time to stay.