My Shadows speak of the light
They say that there is no rest for the wicked. But she says, that it is merely the exclusive glimpse of the mirage. The Shadows were walking behind her. Tendrils and tentacles were making up for the cobbled and deserted streets of the ancient world. Shadowbinder Quaithe, the bender of the shadows has to assert her worth, or she will be ending up on the receiving end with the elvish wrath. They wanted her, she was craved for, but she was elusive to most of them, until now, when they may feel it and for her to sense their breaths down her mortal, fleshed out life, the earthborn fleshes. The shadows were guiding her, she took one of the torchlights with her.
It was illuminating the steps she walked, the one that many did, beneath the gravestones, under the sieged Qarth by all sides, were buried the pylons of the first foundations, and they were left like that to wait when their time will come, and above was the arisen new life, but below, all secrets were there to tell her where she can inform herself, alert of what is to come. For there were the sunken waters of the antique times. The aqua that may give her the answers she yearned for, and she was aching for them. There are more people like her, who cannot stand to live in their own shadows, or in anyone else’s. They have to know the future. Of the coming times, of the future days, and the tomorrow’s nights. They cannot live it in the now. It was inhumanly unbelievable of how that ever can be the real thing. To live in the uncertainty is the worse reprisal than all of the repercussions that could befall her. Aloft the ground zero that has budded the newfangled subsistence on the parallel level with the matching and corresponding loftiness, she kneeled herself in front of the knowing wellsprings of answering founts.
Those were the riffling sources of the drinking. All what she has to do is to drink. It was the drinking water, and she did it, she prayed, and after it, even the shadows that were the part of who she was, with the serpent’s mask, were being facilitated, they are to be calmed, and so they were, they were hearing.
- Do you want something from us, the child? – was it in her head? – Yes, to know what is coming after tomorrow and after today. – The new experiences – the voices weren’t from this plain of existence, those were from the fields of Elysian and she could tell when the heavenly kingdom is reciprocating to you back. – Are you one? I feel many lights, there are thousands, no… the unnumbered of you. – Listen to us, do what you always have done it. You are going to give up for one failure? We deemed that you are stronger than this, rise above it and you shall have your requited responses. – Please, tell me, what I should do, who was that! I have to look into the person that is eschewing the life from anyone that comes near. I am cowering in front of such a person.
- You didn’t stand a chance. That is all what we may tell you. – But, the future… - You want to know who that was? – And what would be the worth of your answering to me? – Only your one day of the life, that is the toll. – Then, speak to me. – Feanorian. The Silver one, the fairest, the Great Hunter of the Woods, Emperor’s Son, the High Prince who took the Last human King’s Daughter (Lion King with the Dragon Heart is his successor), the High Princess, for they are both uniquely two of the kind and primed to be birth parents to the son they had to give up, first her, who came along with Feanor, and after the feeding lies, her Prince has found her in the House of the Dragon, after which, the loose ends were renewed when Dragons at Dagor Dagorath were sanctified to pass Ice Wall, for the Dance of Dragons took place, that is a lifetime experience that has beautified the skies, and the only with the blood as such, who chose to be the child of one world, instead of the two, thus the Gods who are not above the top one, had granted so, it was the boon of his Grandmother Miriel, Grand Lady of all Elves and the Dowager that is neither the Queen or the Empress, she is the First Mate, from her…it all began, when she brought another one to serve her Lord, the Owner of her heart, Indis of Vanyar Dragons, swiftness of the foot and graciousness of singing, when Feanor consumed all after the birth, thus his Sire sacrificed his youth, which was taken by the dark, the two women had continued to live side by side as sisters, in the same way like Muse Osha and Catelyn whose own sister forgot the bonds of blood family, in the end, it is no wonder that Feanor was the Spirit of Fire, the Soul of Flame, the alikeness that is Consumer of Life, the same one as Prometheus who brought hope, only to see what it eventuated for the Deeps of Time – it took time to sink in, she was about to drop the torchlight of green when shadows were there to support her, she has no need of the future currently, she knows where she has to go.
- I see…you are in the right, what is one human against such walking Gods. – Only one is God among them, and he is as crazy as all 7 Hells, that is because his power doesn’t come from this world, his own daughter is the second queen, the one of Gondolin and 7 Gates, his chimera adopted son, Daemon Targaryen, he scooped himself deeper to find what other Elves do not have even with all charisma and dashing charm, styling what is the be stylish for the future of rightness. For a human who has nothing, still has a life to offer, to have the faith which is the highest when you have nothing to fear any longer and from a fell man, to make the savior of futures.
Congratulations, it was something that awaits them all, and the most diplomatic Lord and Lady Elves (as Penlod of Gondolin or artistic one as goldsmith of Evenstar, Enerdhil), riders of all kinds and among them, Dragon Lords and Ladies, Masters and Mistresses of Whisperers, are taking the faith to fit in, those were the black wells of black bays of the dark woods, which are bordering on the Blue Mountains and the ranging Whispering Forests, where each tree had something to say in whisper. Ripened to be taken.
Bear people who transfigure and keep their watch beyond the Walls of the Worlds. And some of them are human Mormonts who had lived long enough to see that what was cleaved and asunder, now it is back, with the children and with the hopefulness that only war brings, more to come after Last of the Last, for Dagor Dagorath was just the beginning for the Elder days of Owners. Where one Elf halts, another continues in its place during Music of Elves, and when Masquerade Ball was finalized, it was known who answered the call. Each one of them, sent or come eagerly to the Elu Thingol’s Court, the Palace of Crystal Halls and the High Elf quarters. In some way, the demonic entities were talking through times, and through the spaces of the wheels. Sending it to her, all secrets she sought.
- Go child, take what you have learned, and live with it – she was straightened up, she was out of the shadowy place that held so many secrets of how the world was wheeling itself, that she was terrified of what else she may learn, each sculpture, a shadow’s nook, the unseen, each forgotten writing or the inscription, the epistle, the inscribed graphics or the embossed graphic art had its imbedded story to tell. Like it was verbalizing you to take it, to learn from it, not to leave it alone. That was something she had to go through, what she welded down there, what she hankered to study, and the price is paid in blood for one day of her life. She got what she didn’t even asked for.
The deep and banned knowledge, the prudence, the cognizance, the cognition and the sentience. It was all in there, she has to find the Old Tavern, this is how it was labeled. This is where they were consigning her to, to expose the man who may give her what she seeks evermore. To speak with that only person or it may be even the woman, it signified less, only the truthfulness is what mattered to her, to have it to the deepest holes, if she ever finds herself in need, and she was the one who hit bottom, she bored it all down, drilling what it cannot be ever spoken, but she has to find out, if she wants to save her soul from the Elf who marked her with the bearing mark, the bringer of the light, the morning star was even the Evenstar, desirable and irresistible as the fallen angel, the adversary of the Lord, of the two names, the same coin, Lucifer and Satan. The Old Tavern, yes, the oldest in these dune regions, deep into the south, go there, you shall unearth the depths of the sands.
The shadows of hers had their own alertness, there was the heedfulness, they were speaking to her back, this is what happens when you are binding yourself to something that is richer than your own comprehension of how the world works, how the life, the reason she was still alive and breathing, and not being taken by the elven kind were them, and they had attracted that man to come to their rescue, if they cannot do it directly, they are doing it incidentally and they never disappointed, they were rotating themselves around her feet, no one could see it, but they were dancing and they were cloaking her.
She was the woman of the Shadows.
She can give birth to them, she can bend and bind them, but she cannot ever control them, she lives with them, and she was one with the night world, they purred to her, speaking under their breaths, voicing it and wording them out, uttering and mouthing, there is something far more convoluted herein.
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- Hereby, you are to spot what the others cannot ever sight. – Quiet, you beings of the otherworlds, you are to be my eyes and ears, and go now, go, and be my watchers when no one is to be, for that man who was of the great succor to us, you maybe, brought him to us, but it was his goodwill to help and to let us, he did smell it, sensate, all of you, he perceives, he is the man who assassinated the Papa. Ah, dear God, Dear Devil, whoever listens, be there with me when one else can. I have to come to the bottom of it, to the bottom of Elven curse upon you, that is a goal.