<<adaptation from the Abel Tavern Tales, various authors>>
Somewhere in the distance, a star bursts into light, falls and fades,
glimmering off behind the Kasmanium mountain range, where the dreaded
draco's of Temuair lurk. Standing in the cold streets of Temuair, one might
notice this star, glimmering off in the distance. It represents those whom
choose to leave us, as they begin a journey anew. Some to the aodsa. Some
They were once bright lights, so bright, they couldn't contain their
flame without effort. So bright, that Aislings had to shield their eyes from the inner glow of these beautiful Aislings once portrayed. That time
is gone. The shining has faded and dulled, much like a gem which has been
polished to much. The rogue, standing staring at the faded gem, tosses it
aside and continues on, leaving the forgotten gem clattering about the
streets of a city far too quiet, almost lifeless.
It clatters about, making a skittering noice which echos off the
sides of the well constructed buildings. Across the plaza, just south of
the Rucesion shrine, we see another rogue step cautiously out onto the
empty tiled streets. He eyes the gem as his eyes flare with light. The
light of an Aisling. The streetlamps glowing with the light that keep the
dubhaim away watch silently as this rogue stealthily makes his way past the
once great tavern of the Jaelithe family, once great Inn of the radh family
of ages past. The building had known many names, many purposes, it had lost
it's light, empty and barren, waiting for life to once again return to it.
The rogue then looks down at the gem, eyeing it with intensity to
make sure no watchful eyes are pondering his quick movements as he snatches
up the gem. He looks at it with great admiration. A few quick polishes and
it would be as good as new. Magic happens as he begins to rub the gem which
then returns the same shimmer and sparkle it once had. He then places the
gem on a nearby portal, just on the archway in an indentation. The gem
silently ebbed the light it had been giving, illuminating the doorway with
a soft light.
A baby is heard crying in the distance. If one could look just beyond
the font to a mundane home, a light is on. It is a joyous occasion. A new
Aisling child is born unto Temuair, another shining light.
For each light that fades, another brilliant light will come to take
it's place, for this is the cycle.
Dedicated to Sakura, Maerista, and those whom have faded from Temuair's
beauty and grace.
~ Paladine Meatha, compiler of the Abel Tavern Tales.