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There were no words or name that could properly describe the flood of emotions that engulfed her. Feelings and emotions which had laid dormant and buried, now rising to the surface at such speeds, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep a hold on them. While all elves had similar physical features, their appearances and cultures differed from each of their distant cousins. While elves and orcs were no means close in their views and practices of emotion Dark elves were definitely the most reserved of their kind. Many believing their name to be quite befitting of their race. To outsiders, they appeared reserved, if not cold and calculating -- Both in their words and their emotions. Reading their expressions was an impossible feat, many misinterpreting their lack of 'emotion' as disinterest or distaste, leading to the belief that they thought themselves above all. However, they were a simply race that held knowledge and understanding above all else. Understanding one's own emotions was at the very core of their beliefs. However, sharing their emotions was something quite intimate, taking an immense amount of trust for another to allow another to view such inner-workings. It was for that reason most outsiders misunderstood them, their quick judgement making it impossible for them to allow even themselves the chance to get to know them...Korm had been the first being outside of her family to whom she allowed so much transparency. He had also been the one to introduce her to feelings she had never experienced with anyone else. It took her much longer than it should have for her to put a name to them. She had feared the troupe, so open with one another from the start, would misunderstand her upon becoming a part of their family. But, she had been lucky they were all kind and patient people, allowing her to open up however no matter the time it took to do so. It was thanks to them that showing emotions more freely, if only seldom, was something she had found herself growing used to. Watching as the realization washed over him as well had her waiting for his next move with bated breath. Heartbeats passed before she heard it. Her name. Her name falling from his mouth and sending a warm shiver up her spine. It wasn't as if her name had gone unsaid in the past six years. She had finally told her whole story to the troupe, but only after several years of travel. They had no come across many dark elves in their travels, so assumed that the way she carried herself was characteristic of most. Her ability to wield such powerful elemental magic had been indication of some sort of prestige or power. But, they had been completely blindsided when finally revealing her true identity. They knew her name, only calling her by such when she yearned for the rare taste of familiarity. Hearing it was always bittersweet, reminding her of her reasons for adopting a new self in the first place. Yet, hearing him call her by name, if only as a whisper, spoke volumes -- Filling her with a feeling she could only describe as ecstasy. A soft smile dared to grace her features, beaming gently as she thought the urge to reach out as he began to close the gap between them. It was the first time in ages that being reminded of her once-self wasn't completely painful. She nearly forgot that it ever brought her pain in the first place-- It didn't last. The reality of all that had led up to their star-crossed meeting came crashing down. His eyes, wide and seeking answers, poured into hers as he asked 'how'. The serene expression upon Elenial's face ceased to be as it the weight of his question struck her all at once. Flashes of memories she had hoped to keep buried overwhelmed each of her senses. Her pale eyes phased out, glossing over as she was transported to an age long ago. The voices and noise she was now hearing was not that of reality. The screams, the bloodshed, the fire . And, not the serene flames that had enveloped her at birth -- Fire that ravaged and maimed, engulfing all in its path and leaving devastation in its toll. It was not a fire that could be tamed, even by the best of their kind. To think that something so beautiful and cherished could be one of the very things that destroyed them. Her fingers curled, fists clenched with such force that her knuckles turned a sickly white. They burned, the energy rapidly building and traveling throughout her body. Visions of her family suddenly appeared before her -- Her dear parents, once the epitome of power, tied, bound, and on their knees with a blade to both of their necks. Despite accepting their fate, their regal expressions remained. It would be that last image of them she ever saw, for they had commanded her to look away from what was to follow. If it wasn't for her elder sister shielding her eyes and forcing her to run, perhaps she wouldn't have listened. The last memory she had of her sister was her back to her, looking over her shoulder and flashing her emblematic, serene smile as the world around them crumbled, the enemy closing in. Live. Eli. You must live on...for all of us. It was then a strong push forced her tumbling backwards just before the ceiling collapsed, a wall of rubble separating the two, her sister surely trapped and facing her adversaries alone...She had not seen her brother the day it all ended, for he had been at the front of it all. Everything after that was fire, smog, and blood for as far as she could see. Her vision than blurred, warmth pooling in the corners of her eyes and returning her to reality. ...How? She began, voice still eons away as the pure, brazen rage finally made a home within her once more. How, what?! How did I make it out alive?! She spoke in a harsh seething whispers, her voice quaking as she fought to control it. Despite their seclusion, the risk of making a scene was not out of the question. It may have been the only thing that could possibly keep her in check in that moment. Tears soon began to spill, her gaze akin to daggers as she struggled to find the words, Alone . I made it out alone. She gritted her teeth, scowling before continuing, But, not before watching my family -- my people -- fall at the hands of yours ...I'm sure you already knew that, though! I bet their blood on you and your kind's hands was nothing short of a celebration! Well, it must be disappointing knowing you failed to eradicate all of us. Especially. Me . A familiar searing flared at her fingertips, Elenial failed to notice her hands beginning to glow a faint purple. How long, Korm? How long did you know of the invasion? How much of our time together was you working to lower my guard?! She stepped forward, their chests nearly touching as she stood unwavering before him. her voice lowering several octaves, Or, perhaps...that was your plan from the beginning. Deep within her core, she couldn't bring herself to believe that to be truth, but she was not thinking rationally. That was apparent by the dangerous heat radiating from her hands and off her ebony skin. No, this was years of anger, pain, and confusion speaking for her, clouding her mind and shaking her heart. Last edited Jan 19, 2019