Viere

[cloudeagle]

Masks

Who am I?

The question lingered constantly within the mind of the elven beauty and was her constant companion for as long as she could remember.

He had once said that she was like a faceless mask constantly changing and how true his words were.

Who am I?

She had come to Cormyr for him initially but she also deluded herself with the idea that she could have a fresh beginning even though she knew deep down that she would never be free.

Four years prior to arriving in Cormyr she had finally been named by the Snake Clan she had spent so many of her early years learning her arts. She was still remembered and recognised by the clan even though her human teachers were long gone.

She stared into the mirror looking at the snake tattooed figure staring back at her and she briefly ran her fingers over the strange oriental markings.

The snake itself was a mask and represented a majority of who she was.

There was only one who really understood who she was even when she didn’t know who she was herself and that was... him.

So why am I lost again?

It’s simple. The mask is blank and you need a face.

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The shadows, like a blanket of darkness veiled over her as she wandered was somehow comforting... familiar.

Everything had changed in so little time.. and yet.. everything was as she had expected them to be.

She wandered the streets of Valkur's Roar then slowly made her way along the road to Suzail detouring off to the high place and sat upon the grassy hill at the highest point. She looked out upon the world that she had come to know. She then rummaged through a heavy pack pulling out a scroll case and removed a blank piece of parchment. She then drew small, thin dagger and sat down placing the paper at her feet.

A memory drifted to her.

"In the end you are alone. You will always be the broken creature you are and no matter how hard you try to reach peace it will never come to you because it is only an illusion. Cherish the moments you have because they will never last and in the end those poison eyes and your blackened heart will destroy them. It is what you are. You are my creation, a thing of beauty and I deliver you into the world of the darkness"

A single strand of hair was brushed from her face as she stared into the piercing eyes of the only father she had ever known. She hated him with every fibre of her being and held in place the mask that she had worn ever since he had first come into her life. All these years, all the pain he and his brother had brought upon her. There would come a time when they would both fall and she would be free from them.
She closed her eyes with her hand clutched around the blade of the dagger and the darkness closed around her once again.

Fool. The illusion always consumes you and you get so lost in it. You should not be surprised. This is all your doing. Accept it.... for it is who you are.

The sting was strangely comforting as the blade cut into the palm of her hand. She opened her eyes and stared at the trail of blood forming with a strange fascination. A few drops fell upon the parchment mixed in with a few tears that had slowly trickled down her face. She dipped the tip of the blade into her own blood and began to draw symbols upon the parchment, symbols that she never thought she would make again.

Upon finishing she sat there in her solitude staring down at the page. Slowly with trembling hands she picked it up as her eyes glazed over with wells of tears. Her heart raced and the pit of her stomach filled with anguish as she turned her face to the skies.

Erevan.... if you really are there.... I am lost.... and I don't know my way back.

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Viere sits up suddenly awakened from a strange dream.

That was weird. So incredibly real........ so......... hmmm

She takes a few deep breathes looking around at the shadows in the dimly lit room she had grown accustomed to since she had moved in with her lover. She looks at the sleeping elf beside her pulling the warm covers up over him that had moved in their rest then she turns and very slowly gets out of the bed so she does not wake him. She reaches for her silken robe and pulls it on before she moves to the desk in the lounge room immediately drawing a piece of blank parchment. She reaches to the quill, inks it and begins to the write what she can remember before the memory fades.

So many faces and yet I can not remember a single one.......... what was that song?...

She tries to hum it but it does not come.

She taps her fingers on the desk, fidgety, edgy and trying hard to remember.

Wait! Is this linked to Hlal? What did the dragon say? Look to the forest... something about markers..... damn... This is going to annoy me.

It had been so long since that day in Suzail that she had almost forgotten about it. She sits there as a cold chill runs up her spine and she knows.

That was no ordinary dream.

For the next few days all she can think about is the dream and she tries as hard as she can to fill in the missing details.