Challenge

[skull_bearer]

For Analia_the_1st:
I'd like to see your version of how Dalamar was exiled from Silvanesti. And I'd also like to see your version of how Dalamar got to Tarsis and what happened there.

 

Winter's Chill

I watched you change into a fly,
I looked away, you were on fire.
-Change (In the House of Flies)

Dalamar stood ont he barren hillock, staring emptily back to where the graceful boughs of the Silvanesti woods formed a thin green line, many miles distant. Outside, the Dark elf appeared calm, uncaring of his fate, cast from the light. Inside, he was screaming.

There was a cold in Dalamar's bones, a cold which had nothing to do with the first chill whispers of winter biting its way through his thin black robes.

The woods may have been so many countable miles away, but to The Dark elf they were as distant and untouchable as the Black moon he worshiped.

Dalamar glanced over his shoulder, at the bleak plains of dust where he'd been thrown. He's been tied hand and foot, thrown into a cart, driven to the very edges of the elven lands and left there. It had taken him a good fifteen minutes to chew his bonds off and remove his blindfold, by then the cart had vanished and he was alone.

Alone, and as cold in body as in soul.

He sent one final glance at....at what? Homeland? No longer. Birthplace? No more, he had never existed, never been born, never lived there. It was nothing. He was nothing. outcast into the wide, wild world to die there.

Dalamar closed his eyes and touched his fingertips to his lips. A slight, bitter smile twitched the corners of his mouth. Yes, he had his life, that was something.
His other hand brushed the folds of his poor, thin black robe. The magic too, he told himself, clutching the words as a drowning man would clutch a thrown rope.
Then he looked up to the sky. The sun had set while he had been standing on the hill, the three -three- moons rising above the horizon.

Dalamar looked up at the third moon. He'd only seen it once, briefly, while the elven patrol was dragging him from the cave, then they'd been under the tree canopy and it was lost from view. He watched it now, a black disk of onyx which seemed to somehow shine bright enough to eclipse the other two.

Nuitari, his life, and the magic; not necessarily in that order.

It wasn't much, but it banished the biting chill in Dalamar's soul for a little while as he turned and began to walk away from the darkening trees.

 

Skull Bearer.

Comments

[shadowvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

The sadness of being exiled! Poor Dalamar! A good thing that he at least has his magic! But when I think of the dark time that's to come... *shudder* Comforting to know he'll meet Raistlin in the end!

[analia-the-1st.livejournal.com]

*glomps Skull Bearer (again)*

I have to agree with SV. I absolutely love it. You can already see the strength Dalamar has, beginging to hammered and shaped. It is somewhat sobering to know what will happen next, and it very neatly over (and fore)shadows the start of Dalamar's life outside of Silvanesti.