Secret Filled Stars

Ly'oup, There are so many things I wish to tell you but I'm worried that I won't be able to find the words, that I won't be able to string them together like I used to.  I want to start by saying I'm so sorry.  I had wanted to be everything you thought I was.  I wanted to be so much better for you. I can't ever explain how much it breaks me that I couldn't.  I love you.  I loved you from the moment our eyes met and I will keep loving you until I'm long gone from this world. Even if we are not together, my heart will still be yours, my soul belongs to yours.  My heart chose you, my soul  chose you and I cannot, will not, find a way to undo that.  If I was ever terrible to you, if I ever treated you poorly, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to and I would have never tried to intentionally hurt you.  You were my heart, my soul, my best friend and my family.  You were everything.  You are everything. And I've lost that. I will always be here, Ad'iza

She'd given up trying to sleep at night.  At least until she'd had a bottle of wine or two in her.  Instead, she'd taken to pacing the halls of her empty manor, spiders living in the corners, a snake in its tank and her owl, her beloved companion, coming and going as she pleased.  Nothing felt right anymore, everything was chaotic and out of place. It had too long since she'd seen his face and his mother's ring still sat on her finger.  How she loved that ring and what it symbolized but more than that, how she loved the man that placed it there.  As she paced the halls, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and the phantom that stared back at her frightened her. She didn't recognized the haunted woman staring back at her. None of the life that had once filled her veins and colored her cheeks existed anymore.  Instead, she look fit to sit at Luukos' side, Queen of the Undead as it were.  The bottle breaking against her floor drew her attention and she jum

One hundred twenty years later and the sound of his laugh still haunted her.  Every time she closed her eyes, he was there and in the quiet moments she found, she could feel him around her.  Would it never end?  Would he never find his peace?  Was this her punishment?  Breezes stirred her curls when there was none, a warm brush against her cheek when she was alone and the smell of oil and leather surrounded her when she was feeling most alone.  He was still here.  Luukos wouldn't have taken his soul but when she'd spoken to a High Priestess of Gosaena, she said his soul had not passed through her Lady's gates. She was pouring over the text in front of her, her candle light growing dim, when a rush of wind swirled in her room.  Her curtains whipped in the air and the candle went out.  Slender fingers gripped the dagger at her side and her gaze snapped up, focusing in the dark.  A familiar chuckle, yet somehow different, echoed around her and she jumped to her feet, sending

I don't know how to explain this feeling inside.  My heart is in my throat and my stomach in knots.  I've done something, I know it, but he says I've done nothing.  If that were true, he wouldn't be so tense, he wouldn't slip inside himself.  He wouldn't distance himself from everything, would he? But then, he wouldn't lie to me either, would he?  I want to believe his words are true but something is off.  I can see it in his eyes, feel it in his muscles and sense it in his aura.  I know better than to push for answers, push for him to speak to me, but it's making me sick. Perhaps it's nothing I've done, after all.  Perhaps he's just realized my deepest fear.  Could it be that he no longer wishes to marry me?  That he no longer wishes to be by my side?  He would tell me if that were the case, I would hope.  I do hope he doesn't feel like he's obligated to be with me after everything. I would never want him to be with me if it caused h

Reading had always been one of her favorite past times in Elanthia and it hadn't changed in the hundred years she'd been here.  Now, instead, she chose to read the books left behind from a long forgotten species.  It had taken her a few months to make sense of all the squiggles and some of the sayings but it was well worth it.  In her studies, she'd found that eyes held great importance to them and they were found throughout literature, romanticized to no end, and she loved it. Eyes are captivatingly beautiful.  She had yet to find something that held her fascination as well as they did.  The molten gold orbs across from her were no different.  His eyes shone with a warm that seemed to say that everything would be alright.  She knew, rationally, that it would.  She was in charge of this giant mess and it would be wonderful in the end just like everything she did.  Meeting his gaze seemed to carry the gravity of her thoughts, however, and as she took her first bite, she aver

While it might be easy to think her question was solely to do with him, it wasn't.  There was no one she trusted, no one's motives she didn't question, and the High Lord Alise was no exception.  Too many times she'd been the pawn in someone else's game.  That had ended when she crossed through the portal.  She'd gained her life back and she'd promised herself, never again, would she be used to further someone else's dreams and Altheorn would be no different.  It was no secret he still worked for Luk and that was not something she wanted to get tangled up with again. Of course, she didn't have many options, did she?  She had to have amps and she had to have mages.  Without them, the Centennial would fail, or so she'd convinced herself.  Eyes narrowed as she mulled over the option in her head, trying desperately to figure out another way, another option but she was unable to.  As much as it pained her to admit it, he was right.  Cooperation and wor