Chapter 3: The Funeral
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Sixty years passed within a blink. Rivian stood besides the lifeless body of Sir Anomen Delryn. She had no tears in her eyes, there was no emotion displayed on her face. She stared at her husband's body as the priests busied themselves with the funeral ceremony. Anomen lied on a huge platform covered with a golden silk blanket, lined with precious jewel. He wore a white tunic that had silver linings sewed at the sleeve. A holy sign of Helm was sewn into his matching white belt. His face was calm and serene. It was almost as though he was having a sweet dream sleeping.
Behind her stood her four children and their children. They were grieving for their father and worried for their mother who refused to grieve. A small hand tucked at the skirt of Lene, Rivian's eldest daughter.
"Mummy. Why isn't Grand-pa getting up?"
Lene turned to look at her youngest daughter Raine, she picked her up tenderly in her arms. "Shhh Raine, Grand-pa... he is asleep. He's gone to his God."
"Will he be back soon? I want to go too." the little girl pointed at Anomen and tried to stretch her tiny hand towards his direction.
Lene burst into tears at the innocent comment. Lene's siblings tried to comfort her, it was a difficult time for all of them.
Sir Anomen's funeral was a grand one, he had served at the Most Noble Order of Radiant Hearts for nearly thirty years and Rivian and his deeds had touched many lives. Friends and mourners came to pay their last respects for the hero. The Delryn estate was swarming with knights from the order, friends from afar and distant relatives of Anomen's children and their friends.
Nobody smiled, nobody laughed. Everyone's face was solemn. Even the birds seemed to stop chirping, the air was as heavy as everyone's heart. Tear streaks were on many of their faces, their eyes sunken as they felt the loss deep inside their hearts. Anomen and Rivian had helped countless people and righted countless injustices. They were heros in their eyes and the Delryn family, a powerful and respected one. They offered their condolences to Anomen and Rivian's children but when they tried to offer their sympathies to Rivian but she did not seem to notice them.
Rivian had been standing besides Anomen for nearly two hours. She had not sleep, nor eat since Anomen fell ill two days ago. She had known that Anomen's time was approaching, but she could not bear to accept the fact.
It was only when Imoen passed away ten years or so that she noticed Anomen's strength failing. Imoen's death forced her to notice the fact that Anomen was no longer in his twenties. He had aged considerably and could not keep up with her activities. She had stopped adventuring and had taken to doing research and studies on her magical talents to ease her restlessness.
On some occasions, Anomen would take Rivian on a short journey, usually to Sulannessala where Rivian could visit her kinsman and even those journeys were draining to Anomen's failing strength. Rivian did not mind, she was very much in love with Anomen, even when his hair turned silver while hers was still the same golden locks, she did not as much noticed the difference. In her eyes, Anomen always looked the same as when she first met him, with an air of arrogance and nobility.
They have four children, Lene, Geran, Asana and Kreblak. Lene and Geran took after their father's profession. Lene was a cleric while Geran took up fighting skills as well as clerical abilities. Asana and Kreblak were twins and they were born with magical talents like their mother. The Delryn family was powerful, they had connections in high places and powerful friends. Lene and Geran both married paladins from the Order.
Indeed, those who came for the funeral, agreed that he had lived a long and blessed life with Rivian. They spoke of his great deeds and praised his memories.
Rivian paid no attention to them. She was lost in her own world, a world that only had Anomen and herself. It was truly pitiful to many who saw the beautiful Rivian looked so haggard and her usual sparkling eyes lit up no more. She refused food and rest when offered. When she could stand no more, she sat besides Anomen, her eyes never moving off her husband's serene face.
My love... Why? Its too short... I...can't live.
Happily Ever After: Chapter 2 & 3
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Posted 19 August 2003 - 04:43 PM
Chapter 2: Heavy Heart
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"Uncle Sola!" a cheerful voice greeted him. Solaufein turned around to face a pretty girl smiling happily at him. Her cheerfulness was contagious and Solaufein felt himself relaxed in her company. "Hi Immy, still calling me Uncle Sola, eh?" He smiled at the girl who returned the smile with a mischievous grin.
still a little girl!
Imoen sighed, she wondered why Solaufein did not stay at the wedding, after all if Viconia could enjoy herself, why not Solaufein.
She dosn't see it as jaheira does.
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Posted 22 August 2003 - 10:35 PM
Sixty years passed within a blink. Rivian stood besides the lifeless body of Sir Anomen Delryn. She had no tears in her eyes, there was no emotion displayed on her face. She stared at her husband's body as the priests busied themselves with the funeral ceremony. Anomen lied on a huge platform covered with a golden silk blanket, lined with precious jewel. He wore a white tunic that had silver linings sewed at the sleeve. A holy sign of Helm was sewn into his matching white belt. His face was calm and serene. It was almost as though he was having a sweet dream sleeping.
Oh, no...
Behind her stood her four children and their children. They were grieving for their father and worried for their mother who refused to grieve. A small hand tucked at the skirt of Lene, Rivian's eldest daughter.
"Mummy. Why isn't Grand-pa getting up?"
*sniff*
It was only when Imoen passed away ten years or so that she noticed Anomen's strength failing. Imoen's death forced her to notice the fact that Anomen was no longer in his twenties. He had aged considerably and could not keep up with her activities. She had stopped adventuring and had taken to doing research and studies on her magical talents to ease her restlessness.
Imoen too? Cripes, this is sad.
Rivian paid no attention to them. She was lost in her own world, a world that only had Anomen and herself. It was truly pitiful to many who saw the beautiful Rivian looked so haggard and her usual sparkling eyes lit up no more. She refused food and rest when offered. When she could stand no more, she sat besides Anomen, her eyes never moving off her husband's serene face.
My love... Why? Its too short... I...can't live.
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Posted 25 August 2003 - 01:19 PM
Sixty years passed within a blink. Rivian stood besides the lifeless body of Sir Anomen Delryn. She had no tears in her eyes, there was no emotion displayed on her face. She stared at her husband's body as the priests busied themselves with the funeral ceremony. Anomen lied on a huge platform covered with a golden silk blanket, lined with precious jewel. He wore a white tunic that had silver linings sewed at the sleeve. A holy sign of Helm was sewn into his matching white belt. His face was calm and serene. It was almost as though he was having a sweet dream sleeping.
Ah, poor Anomen.
This is very sad, but of course it is something that any human/elven couple will have to deal with eventually."Will he be back soon? I want to go too." the little girl pointed at Anomen and tried to stretch her tiny hand towards his direction.
Awww...
Rivian had been standing besides Anomen for nearly two hours. She had not sleep, nor eat since Anomen fell ill two days ago. She had known that Anomen's time was approaching, but she could not bear to accept the fact.
It was only when Imoen passed away ten years or so that she noticed Anomen's strength failing. Imoen's death forced her to notice the fact that Anomen was no longer in his twenties. He had aged considerably and could not keep up with her activities. She had stopped adventuring and had taken to doing research and studies on her magical talents to ease her restlessness.
On some occasions, Anomen would take Rivian on a short journey, usually to Sulannessala where Rivian could visit her kinsman and even those journeys were draining to Anomen's failing strength. Rivian did not mind, she was very much in love with Anomen, even when his hair turned silver while hers was still the same golden locks, she did not as much noticed the difference. In her eyes, Anomen always looked the same as when she first met him, with an air of arrogance and nobility.
OK, nice summary here, short and to the point.
Rivian paid no attention to them. She was lost in her own world, a world that only had Anomen and herself. It was truly pitiful to many who saw the beautiful Rivian looked so haggard and her usual sparkling eyes lit up no more. She refused food and rest when offered. When she could stand no more, she sat besides Anomen, her eyes never moving off her husband's serene face.
My love... Why? Its too short... I...can't live.
I bet Solaufein is on his way already though...
Rogues do it from behind.
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