[!] Prologue [Do not metagame this information];
N'vaestil stood upon the sun elf ruins. The shining sun shone through the wooded area, almost long forgotten, and cast its intricate shadows over the figures upon Ameon. She remained in front of the Mother. Her opposite, the one she was supposed to mirror. With her intelligence and guidance, Izara was supposed to display unwavering dexterity. Staying tough through everything. A stoic expression never left her face. Many may wonder outside those who attended what was truly said on the 'Soll ruins, where destruction and loss were once created. However, as the Mother's and Father's hands shook, the first in twenty years, the light shone a little brighter. The Khari'cerr's words echoed; "Mi point is, wi will build something new here, together. A safe haven.".
And so, she sat at her desk later that night. The travel back home was quiet. Even with one accompanying her, and saying everything she needed to say, Izara couldn't believe it. Was she making history? Her right hand stayed still upon the paper. Deadly still. This is what she wanted, the one before her, what she spoke so much about. Though why? Why couldn't she have done it? The woman already made enough mistakes. Second thoughts ran rampant through her mind. Only nineteen and already the weight of the Azari race. N'vaestil pondered the point of it all anyway. The elder teen was frightened. For a few moments, it almost completely encaptured her. The warm embrace of "what ifs" and regrets swallow her whole. Making mistakes was now the biggest fear of any she's ever faced. Bears nor lycans didn't come close.
But. There it was. That same warm feeling. Her own words echo in her mind: ""It has only been vobis mi Tericyees, amn mi Tericyees alone, where mi a'vi felt er way er winds in mi Forest have made mi feel." A pause. She looked towards the soil, letting herself sympathize. "Free.""
N'vaestil could not stop now. Nor would she stop ever. Backing out was not in the plan. This is what she wanted to write into history. Forever. This would be the biggest change in Azari history, and here she was, beginning to write,
[!] Bells rang loudly as woodland birds flew over Arda. In their mouths dropped multiple missives across the entirety of the Glade. Something controversial, surprising, and rejoicing. It read the following.
18.09.1551
(Harvestday 18, Edensrest, 1551)
The Amber Dawn
Er Citizens es er Glade,
It has been twenty years or more since the Khari'cerr and Aeri'cill have truly seen eye to eye. Through nonstop grievances, threats, and tensions, our growing hostility toward the other had grown. It only cost us one thing; true unity. However, unity for Azari means everything. Together we are not a force to be reckoned with. It is my deepest regret for not taking action sooner. The Pantheon of the Phoenix; Mother, Father, Son, and Daughter. We have forsaken them. More than I had imagined. When I had first become the Wild Father of Mitrona at seventy-two, I had hardly known what any of what a leader meant. I scoffed. Right to the Aeri'cill and others. Now, we have suffered for far too long. Connecting with the spirits has made me realize one thing. Family is everything. Let this very day, these words, and this letter stand as a testimony to peace.
With this unity, the Mother and Father join together finally to become one. A dream our ancestors had only imagined. The Aeri'cill and Khari'cerr, as well as the High Council of Mitrona, are happy to announce:
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐
In which we stand upon what once drove us apart, Ameon, where it had all begun. To begin something harmonious. The capital where all Azari can coexist together. As we enter this new era, we will strive together for something to not look back on. Instead, keeping forward with a new look of pride. All questions will be answered with time. And we know very well some doubts. To that, I say, the Khari'cerr, let us evolve.
Signed,
Khari'cerr, N'vaestil "Izara" Vobisere
Aeri'cill, Cirlia Zaithrall
Khari'cerr, N'vaestil "Izara" Vobisere
Aeri'cill, Cirlia Zaithrall
[!] Epilogue [Do not metagame this information];
Her right hand shook. It was transpiring. The vision she thought was silly those years ago, coming to life. Izara stood up and stared into her mirror. It was still her, after all this time. Yes, the years aged her down beyond what she wanted. The wrinkles, eyebags, and roughened look. Finally, her hands reached up on either side of her temples. The gold of her crown was coldโa chilly night in the palace.
With one swift movement, she picked the crown up. The rings around her head indicate this was her first time taking it off in years. Her eye looked to the back of the crown and into its engraving. Those same reassuring words that she couldn't stand to look at. Her sole reason for not ever taking it off. Finally, she uttered to break the silence,
"All for you."
Placing the crown on her desk thereafter, she was off to bed.
F&F: The Dominion of Corithiel Discord.
Her right hand shook. It was transpiring. The vision she thought was silly those years ago, coming to life. Izara stood up and stared into her mirror. It was still her, after all this time. Yes, the years aged her down beyond what she wanted. The wrinkles, eyebags, and roughened look. Finally, her hands reached up on either side of her temples. The gold of her crown was coldโa chilly night in the palace.
With one swift movement, she picked the crown up. The rings around her head indicate this was her first time taking it off in years. Her eye looked to the back of the crown and into its engraving. Those same reassuring words that she couldn't stand to look at. Her sole reason for not ever taking it off. Finally, she uttered to break the silence,
"All for you."
Placing the crown on her desk thereafter, she was off to bed.
F&F: The Dominion of Corithiel Discord.
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