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| - Authour: Saerileth More Stories: Click Here Brief Information: Character(s): Saerileth Azhari Night before her Wedding, Dec. 7th, 2007 Location: House of Morningstar, her room Various of journal entries scattered across the floor as Saerileth went through her chest near the edge of her bed. Things were changing, better or worse, and she was scared. Her brother she hadn't seen in four years in time, and she worried greatly about how soon exactly that she would be able to tell him in person the marriage, or even how much she had missed him. She had sent a letter no more than a month ago, previous ones he had answered to, but this one he hadn't. Was he mad over it...? Her hands pulled out on the occasion many journal books that she had written in since Orphiel's leave as she set them in a pi
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| - Authour: Saerileth More Stories: Click Here Brief Information: Character(s): Saerileth Azhari Night before her Wedding, Dec. 7th, 2007 Location: House of Morningstar, her room Various of journal entries scattered across the floor as Saerileth went through her chest near the edge of her bed. Things were changing, better or worse, and she was scared. Her brother she hadn't seen in four years in time, and she worried greatly about how soon exactly that she would be able to tell him in person the marriage, or even how much she had missed him. She had sent a letter no more than a month ago, previous ones he had answered to, but this one he hadn't. Was he mad over it...? Her hands pulled out on the occasion many journal books that she had written in since Orphiel's leave as she set them in a pile behind her, the loose pages seem to have been thrown around to the side as she would sort them out later. Leves was wondering somewhere, leaving the girl be, maybe, if Saerileth could recall correctly, to the site of the wedding ceremony to set things up. She was and always had been nice to the Morningstar family. Found ways to brighten up the children, taken care of them, strict but always held a caring hand, which was not likely for a Forsaken to do so to a family of Blood Elves. Saerileth often times called her Mother, or Mother Leves, due to that the girl felt a family bond between them. Many more journal entries were found in the chest, eventually she pulled out the last one. Saerileth sat there, back against the chest and studied her room. She'd be back here from time to time, given that Anasyan may be off during some nights and days and not return home. Maybe she could see if he'd like to live here as well, but that may be pushing it with her brother if he were to return home soon. The girl picked up the most recent journal book and flipped through the pages to recall what has happened in the past three or so months, since she had met Anasyan, and roughly before. Slowly the entries had caught her attention and she began to read them through. Granted, the dates were a bit smudged, but Saerileth was able to figure the times. She flipped a few pages over. The girl paused for a moment, her face grew sad as she recalled that night, "Every time...Why is it taking so long to prevent it...." She turned the pages a few more, to the date that she remembered another instance similar to it, but the one right before it caught her eye. She shook her head. "And she still haunts us and begs to this day..." she whispered. She continued reading. Her head began to hurt as her memories flashed of the next day. She didn't have to reread the entry to understand and know the pain and fear of what had happened that day. She remembered it clearly, although it was like a dream to her. The Fel energy had corrupted her, she should have found Leves or a Priest of the sort to remove it before it damaged her body, her mind, her friends close. Her mind was turned upside down that day, and the more she thought about it, the more her head hurt at this moment and began to cry from the pain. She was use to mental lapses in the past, small ones though, but the ones recently that were engaged by mostly Fel energy or continuous memory recalls were completely out of her control. She remembered the ones chasing her around Silvermoon City. Almost half the city helped most of her friends there and Sy track the girl down. Her mind set was stuck on killing a Knight, one that had made nothing but pain in her life previously. But her mind seemed to have targeted Soluthos as that Knight, and she went to kill him. Thankfully, he had knocked Saerileth out before she could harm him. As to what happened after that, the girl cannot remember. Saerileth sighed, it wasn't the last time an event like that had happened. Once with Stark while they were in a mission in Zul'Farrak. Then recently with Sy again near the pond just outside of Silvermoon. There were many smaller ones, but those were controlable. It was at this point Saerileth felt like a wreck, not sure of what do to about anything. The Morningstar child closed her book and laid across the floor. She'd have to clean up the mess in the morning, she was tired, and it wasn't long before her mind slipped and she slept.
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