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"Oh yes, Meiou, where could he have gone?" Ellamiel wondered.

"Maybe he went to explore the palace area a bit, if he doesn't turn up before night falls I promise I'll go and look for him." she said to not worry Phalan.

"Now then, please follow me and I will lead you to your room, I hope you'll like it."

Ellamiel started walking and soon she and Phalan were climbing up the stairs towards the west wing. As they were almost there Ellamiel heard soft crying in the hallway nearby. She rushed up as she saw two creatures standing in the dark of the hallway with all the guestrooms. Ellamiel waved her hand in the air and a light surrounding the whole hallway was lit. One couldn't tell where it came from, it just was there. Now she could see that the two standing there were Alias and Aquila. She could also see what portrait Alias was leaning against and understood now what she was crying about. She walked up to them and put her hand on Alias' cheek.

"Dear child, I see you've found someone special" she said with a calming voice.

Phalan loomed in the door way, looking at the (what are people Elval called? Elvalian? Elvalnese? Elvalites?) girl whow as crying before the portrait. Phalan could see no obvious reason for her displeasure, and had he been speaking to another dragon he would have said so. However other beings were not so blunt or direct as his people, and he recalled just such an incident with an ambassador of sorts from Iseril. He wisely held his tounge and contented himself to observe their behavior in hopes that he might understand how to better converse with these other races.

((I have not planned any special names for nationalities in this world so you may call them whatever suits you the best ))

(( i see, i kind of thought this like that each continent was split up in countries ^_^ ))

Oxï flew high in the sky and came back down. She did this everytime Hylian wanted to know what weather was coming. There was not much wind in Narion, now and then a soft, gentle breeze. That way, the clouds did not move very fast and you could see what weather there was on wich place. Down back in the small town she sadly looked around to the other elves who couldn't fly as fast as her, looking for Hylian. She was fooling herself. She missed Hylian that much, she did everything to make him come back. Suddenly a hard wind came, some sort of tornado. It took away all trees and destroyed all houses. Oxï screamed, even with her magnificent wings she couldn't overpower it.

"Noooo!!!" Hylian screamed when he woke up. He saw that it was darker then when he went to sleep. Terrified he ran to the window and looked outside, to Narion. He could not see anything abnormally. He sighed and decided to go outside, looking for more people or maybe going to the library, what he heard Ellamiel talking about. When he got outside of his chamber, the castle looked rather spooky and very dark.

Alias faced Aquila and nodded softly, breathing lightly.

"I know of the Soaring Waters, and please disregard my tears, I should not be letting my emotions take control of me. I am the Empress and I shall do my best to represent Elval. I shouldn't be acting like a blubbering baby," Alias explained calmly wiping tears from her eyes.

She suddenly felt a hand on her cheek, she knew it was Ellamiel. She turned around and faced her, her back now on Aquila.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew who my father was?" she asked.

She was raged with anger, raged with hate. She turned around and began to walk silently to her room, wiping her tears as they escaped their moist prison.

"Because that was his will. He was afraid that even after his death the evil forces left in this world would come after you and your mother, so you were only informed of his death, nothing else." Ellamiel replied and turned to the painting.

"I suppose I should have removed this one as well, before you came here." she said while touching the frame of the painting.

"But I felt that if it was up to the Gods' if you would find out about him, weather or not this painting was here" she continued.

"He was a great man Alias, he helped to save this world you know. At the time of the revolution he was one of the few who fought with the imperial forces, but sadly that way he also became a main target for the opposition and died in the very end of the revolution."

Ellamiel sighed as old memories were brought back to the surface.

"As I already the reason why you never saw him again, after he left to the Emperor's palace, was that he didn't want you or your mother to come to harm, you were his beloved secret, something he kept hidden from the evil forces wanting to destroy everything he held close to his heart."

"I never met him personally, as the bridges vanished during the revolution to keep the island safe, but I was present as his funeral. If you want I can take you to his grave after the meeting of all who are expected to come to this island." she said as she ended her story.

Alias stopped her in tracks, she stood abrupt and said firmly, "Yes that would be nice," and continued walking to her room.

WhiteEdit: Please follow the 3 sentence rule.

[OCC: My bad. For some reason I thought it was the 3 Word Rule ]

Ellamiel knew it was best to just leave Alias alone, she needed to learn that exposing her emotions was not a flaw but a good quality in her. She also needed to move on after her father death.

"Please, give her strength." she thought as she turned around to look at Phalan.

"Sorry for that," she said, "maybe you would like to be introduced to some people" she continued and looked around.

Only Aquila was left standing in the hallway, though one could see Hylian's silhouette further on the corridor.

"Phalan, this is Aquila, Aquila, this is Phalan Flamebearer."

((Okay, here's the deal:

About Jasujo (taken the position as Advisor of Iséril). I know she was away last weekend and I sent her a pm, she was a bit busy but promised to post later that evening (a couple of days ago). I understand if she's busy, but it would still be nice if she posted more in therp.

Then Amdir (twizzler0171). She's on a vacation right now and should be back any day, so it would be nice if we could have that meeting in the rp right after she gets back.

Therefore, Jasujo should get posting before Amdir comes back. If she does not do that, we could use a more active player.

Adding a thing here: I also closed the rp, I figured it was best that way, as no island creatures are really needed right now.

If you have any opinions about this please let me know about them ))

Aquila bowed low, her wings fluttering out gracefully.
"It is an honour Phalan Flamebearer. But now I must take my leave. I am very tired, and shall see you all in the morning I'm sure. Thankyou again for your hospitality lady Ellamiel."

Walking back along the corridor, Aquila soon reached her room again. Quietly entering it, she watched the candles flicker to life with unseen magic. Taking off her sandals, and the fabric that bound her arms, Aquila quickly slipped beneath the warm covers of her bed.

The candles flickered out, and Aquila heard a swan calling out in the distance.

Walking down the east wing Arianna made her way to the 2nd floor. Looking very closely at the engraveings hand carved in the walls, they seemed to tall a story some of which had no meaning to her, mid way the it had pictures of a war what might have been the revolution. She noticed a picture of a man that certainly must have been important. Up at the top it depickted that the Gods were always wathching over and protecting them. Deep in thought she suddenly heard the voices of someonge down the hallway

((Okay. I'm back. Sorry for the absense, but there was a sickness in the family I had to take care of. I have hardly been on PPT at all. I *finally* finished all the back reading. You guys are such good writers, you don't make it easy for someone to catch up. lol I have so many RPs to catch up on. *sigh*))

She dabbed the girl's sweating forehead with a cloth and held her warm hand. This was the tenth case this week. The strange sickness seemed to be spreading without any warning signs. The woman leaned back in her chair next to the bed and rubbed her eyes. She had hardly gotten any sleep for the past week, but people needed tending to. A soft knock was heard at the door.

"Rystol? Are you still here?"

"Yes, Mariam. I just wanted to make sure Glora was stable before I moved on to check on the others." Rystol rested her head against the back of the chair and sighed.

"How is she doing?" the older woman asked. She walked over and laid a plump hand on the woman's shoulder.

"Well, her fever is finally breaking. That's about all I can say. This sickness is very strange. It is different from anything else I have seen, so I can not really say what is good or bad."

The portly woman looked down at Rystol concerned. "You really should get some rest. You have been working nonstop to take care of everyone. We really appreciate it, but you will wear yourself out if you do not take a break. What good will you be to us then?" Mariam smiled gently.

Rystol thought about the summons she had received. It was tempting to follow, but she did not want to leave these people. They had been very kind to her and her family when they had escaped from Elil. She rested her head in her hands, not knowing what to do and filled with exhaustion.

"Listen, Rystol. You are very important to us. Right now there looks to be not much more you can do. I am sure that we can take care of those ailing. I know you have been summoned. We all know. That is something you have to follow . . ." Mariam looked at the young girl laying on the bed. "For the good of everyone," she finished in a whisper. She grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her from the chair.

Rystol attempted to pull back, but she did not have the will or strength. She finally gave in to the older woman. "I guess you are right. I just want to help everyone, but I'm so tired." She rubbed her eyes and let Mariam direct her out of the room.

The stout woman closed the door gently behind them. Rystol leaned against the wall as Mariam spoke quietly. "We have had a meeting and decided that you need to follow your summons as soon as possible. Therefore, we have packed your things that you might need and some supplies. You will take the chestnut steed, Willowfast, to travel to the bridge. Everything is ready."

Rystol smiled when Willowfast's name was mentioned. She was her favorite horse. They had spent many days gallopping throught the forest with not a care to much else. "I guess you are right. I have put this off to long already. Please, lead me to my mount so I can depart soon." Rystol was sad to have to leave these generous people in the state they were in, but she really didn't see any other choice. There wasn't anything else she could do at this point that anyone else couldn't. Whatever this strange sickness was, it was currently out of her hands.

At the center of the village, Willowfast stood, surrounded by many villagers, packed and ready to go. A handsome man helped Rystol hop up on the mare's back. "Thank you, Brom. I wish I did not have to leave."

"But you must. You know I will be waiting here for the day when you return." They tenderly embraced hands. Women the crowd laughed softly as they watched the moment and little children rushed up to say their goodbyes.

The villagers stood back and sent words of encouragement as Rystol turned Willowfast towards the path. She looked back once to see them waving her off and smiled, a small tear escaping her eye, then Willowfast reared on her hind legs and sped off towards the bridge to Nondra.

* * * * *

Rystol was very tired. The pacing of the horse gently rocked her to sleep and she rested against the horse's neck. Suddenly, the mare stopped and Rystol slowly woke from her slumber. The journey seemed very quick, even though it had probably taken hours.

Rystol unmounted and removed her travel bags. She gently carressed the horse's muzzle. "Willowfast, dear friend, I will miss you tremendously," she said and tears welled up in her eyes. The chestnut mare nuzzled her cheek and then pushed her towards the bridge. "I will return as soon as I can," the woman said and waved as she took the first step.

The bridge was extremely long. It was made from large boulders and held together with dirt and moss. It was really beautiful with the river running underneath. The moon shone brightly and cast a gentle glow on her surroundings. Rystol, still very fatigued, shouldered her bags and started her long journey across the bridge to the legendary Nondra.

((Glad to have you back Jasujo, so to say

And as for what I've heard Amdir will be back tomorrow, though it might take her a day or two for her to catch up on the story so there is no need to hurry.

Isn't this just nice, that everything worked out? ))