Post by =Siya Maiden= on Oct 4, 2004 3:06:17 GMT -5
She had sat upon her bed for the past two days now, quill and parchments strewn out infront of her. Two large packs and one small backpack layed down besides her bed as all she could manage to do was peer into the nothingness that now consumed her private chambers.
She couldn't manage to write the words she wanted to say, nor did she have the nerve to speak them to any at this moment. She sat so silently with glassed eyes, she hand't slept for the past two eves either, this guilt, this feeling, this want, it needed to end, and it had to be done sooner rather than later.
She put the ink to parchment finaly and began to write in her neat clear print, her letters linked perfectly.
My Dearest beloved Father,
I know ye fears shall be realised as soon as ye lay eyes upon this letter, as I be sure ye know what I be about te tell ye.
We spoke upon this only but a few eves ago, when I asked for ye blessing for a freedom I know ye once longed for, and when I asked iff'n I may live that freedom for ye, ye opened yeself te me and gave me ye blessing, for that, I will be enternaly gratefull.
I 'ave nae spoken te ye on the guilt that I feel but I be sure ye feel it aswell, as ye know me better than anyone else. My guilt for leaving Windstorm during a battle that many 'ad lost thier life in 'as eaten away at me te much te allow me te stay 'ere in Windstorm anymore.
When I left during this battle I not only abandoned Windstorm, but me positions aswell, this which I expect would involve heavy consequences. I now yearn for a freedom from this situation I 'ave caused, a freedom from this guilt I bare.
I canne bare the name of Windstorm any longer, nor can I keep the postions I 'eld 'ere, 'tis the only thing left that is 'onourable for me te do.
I am fore'er in debt for what Windstorm and 'er people 'ave done for me. From the moment I set foot within 'er doors I 'ad ne'er felt more love and warmth, I fore'er shall I adore and love Windstorm and those that 'ave become me family and friends, but it is me time te leave, ye know that aswell as I do.
I shall always come and visit iff'n I be permitted te, and I shall always keep in contact with ye nae matter what, for we share something so deep that none e'er can steal from us.
Please know that I love ye eternaly and we shall see each other real soon, that I promise.
Forever ye daughter.
Siya Maiden-Hawkmoon.
With a heavy sigh she folds the parchment up neatly, placing her lips tightly to it. She lays it down next to her and begins on the next.
The King, Agustin Stormblade,
I wanted you to know this before anything else is said or read. What ye 'ave done for me will ne'er be forgotten, for I would nae 'ave gotten te where I 'ave this day iff'n ye 'ad nae put such faith in me.
I was always able te put me trust in ye be it personal or professional. Ye 'elped me begin a journey that I ne'er thought would 'ave been possible, but ye made it possible for me, by putting me on the right path, that I will be greatfull eternally for.
I regret te tell ye that I be renouncing me positions as Personal Gaurd o' the King, Knight o' Windstorm and Ambassador o' Windstorm, aswell as a citizen o' Windstorm.
I feel it be the most 'onourable thing for me te do after I abandoned Windstorm during the battle with the Frankish people. Me position as a Knight 'ad been compromised as it appeared that I was nae taken seriously, me attempt te be a respectful Knight 'ad become fruitile and I felt I was nae able te 'elp with the battle as it were.
I 'ad expected te recieve consequences for me actions but I know take it upon meself and must leave. I ask that ye please understand and respect me decision te do such.
I will o' course keep in close contact with Windstorm iff'n I be permitted te and ye all will be forever close within me 'eart. Iff'n ye are nae still able te understand such decisions I 'ave made, please, do speak te me Father, he may be able te give ye more o' an understanding.
Thankye for e'erything.
With much respect,
Siya Maiden-Hawkmoon.
She now folds that parchment neatly and begins on her last one.
My Dearest Friends and Family,
I am leaving ye all this letter te letter te let ye all know that I be leaving Windstorm. Me reasons for doing so 'ave been given te me Father and King Agustin, iff'n they wish te divulge such then it be at their discretion te do such.
I want ye all te know ye are the most wonderful bunch 'o people I 'ave e'er 'ad the 'onour o' knowing. Ye 'ave bought so much love and joy inte me life I will be e'er greatful for such warmth that was showen te me.
O' course I shall still visit ye all often iff'n I be permitted te. For I could nae stand te ne'er see any o' ye again. Please always know that each and e'ery one o' ye shall remain fore'er in me 'eart e'en after it stops beating.
Forever ye shall all remain with me.
Siya Maiden-Hawkmoon.
With the last letter know written, she folds it neatly again, pushing herself up from her bed, before straighting her bed linen out.
She takes one last long lingering look around her private chambers before gather up her packs, the letters held tightly in her hand.
She had waited until the cover of the darkness that the late night provides before personaly delivering her letters, the first for the King, slid under his office door, as it was locked.
The second was to her Fathers office, which she lingered around the most, she had a key to his office. She sat in his chair, at his desk, the letter and his key laid neatly infront of her, she did not allow herself to cry, as it wasn't sad, it was to be a new change in her life, a becoming of age for herself.
The third and the last letter was placed in the dim light of the Great Hall, on the main table, in hopes someone would find it and pass it on to those others of Windstorm.
She took one last glance around the Great Hall before striding out the door. She headed for the stables, where her horse was saddled up, packed and ready for her to ride out on.
She tied her packs tightly to her horse, climbed up upon him and nudged him, as now she left the gates of Windstorm, she couldn't make herself look back, she just rode into the night, to what, she did not know, but what she did know was it was... a freedom within herself.
She couldn't manage to write the words she wanted to say, nor did she have the nerve to speak them to any at this moment. She sat so silently with glassed eyes, she hand't slept for the past two eves either, this guilt, this feeling, this want, it needed to end, and it had to be done sooner rather than later.
She put the ink to parchment finaly and began to write in her neat clear print, her letters linked perfectly.
My Dearest beloved Father,
I know ye fears shall be realised as soon as ye lay eyes upon this letter, as I be sure ye know what I be about te tell ye.
We spoke upon this only but a few eves ago, when I asked for ye blessing for a freedom I know ye once longed for, and when I asked iff'n I may live that freedom for ye, ye opened yeself te me and gave me ye blessing, for that, I will be enternaly gratefull.
I 'ave nae spoken te ye on the guilt that I feel but I be sure ye feel it aswell, as ye know me better than anyone else. My guilt for leaving Windstorm during a battle that many 'ad lost thier life in 'as eaten away at me te much te allow me te stay 'ere in Windstorm anymore.
When I left during this battle I not only abandoned Windstorm, but me positions aswell, this which I expect would involve heavy consequences. I now yearn for a freedom from this situation I 'ave caused, a freedom from this guilt I bare.
I canne bare the name of Windstorm any longer, nor can I keep the postions I 'eld 'ere, 'tis the only thing left that is 'onourable for me te do.
I am fore'er in debt for what Windstorm and 'er people 'ave done for me. From the moment I set foot within 'er doors I 'ad ne'er felt more love and warmth, I fore'er shall I adore and love Windstorm and those that 'ave become me family and friends, but it is me time te leave, ye know that aswell as I do.
I shall always come and visit iff'n I be permitted te, and I shall always keep in contact with ye nae matter what, for we share something so deep that none e'er can steal from us.
Please know that I love ye eternaly and we shall see each other real soon, that I promise.
Forever ye daughter.
Siya Maiden-Hawkmoon.
With a heavy sigh she folds the parchment up neatly, placing her lips tightly to it. She lays it down next to her and begins on the next.
The King, Agustin Stormblade,
I wanted you to know this before anything else is said or read. What ye 'ave done for me will ne'er be forgotten, for I would nae 'ave gotten te where I 'ave this day iff'n ye 'ad nae put such faith in me.
I was always able te put me trust in ye be it personal or professional. Ye 'elped me begin a journey that I ne'er thought would 'ave been possible, but ye made it possible for me, by putting me on the right path, that I will be greatfull eternally for.
I regret te tell ye that I be renouncing me positions as Personal Gaurd o' the King, Knight o' Windstorm and Ambassador o' Windstorm, aswell as a citizen o' Windstorm.
I feel it be the most 'onourable thing for me te do after I abandoned Windstorm during the battle with the Frankish people. Me position as a Knight 'ad been compromised as it appeared that I was nae taken seriously, me attempt te be a respectful Knight 'ad become fruitile and I felt I was nae able te 'elp with the battle as it were.
I 'ad expected te recieve consequences for me actions but I know take it upon meself and must leave. I ask that ye please understand and respect me decision te do such.
I will o' course keep in close contact with Windstorm iff'n I be permitted te and ye all will be forever close within me 'eart. Iff'n ye are nae still able te understand such decisions I 'ave made, please, do speak te me Father, he may be able te give ye more o' an understanding.
Thankye for e'erything.
With much respect,
Siya Maiden-Hawkmoon.
She now folds that parchment neatly and begins on her last one.
My Dearest Friends and Family,
I am leaving ye all this letter te letter te let ye all know that I be leaving Windstorm. Me reasons for doing so 'ave been given te me Father and King Agustin, iff'n they wish te divulge such then it be at their discretion te do such.
I want ye all te know ye are the most wonderful bunch 'o people I 'ave e'er 'ad the 'onour o' knowing. Ye 'ave bought so much love and joy inte me life I will be e'er greatful for such warmth that was showen te me.
O' course I shall still visit ye all often iff'n I be permitted te. For I could nae stand te ne'er see any o' ye again. Please always know that each and e'ery one o' ye shall remain fore'er in me 'eart e'en after it stops beating.
Forever ye shall all remain with me.
Siya Maiden-Hawkmoon.
With the last letter know written, she folds it neatly again, pushing herself up from her bed, before straighting her bed linen out.
She takes one last long lingering look around her private chambers before gather up her packs, the letters held tightly in her hand.
She had waited until the cover of the darkness that the late night provides before personaly delivering her letters, the first for the King, slid under his office door, as it was locked.
The second was to her Fathers office, which she lingered around the most, she had a key to his office. She sat in his chair, at his desk, the letter and his key laid neatly infront of her, she did not allow herself to cry, as it wasn't sad, it was to be a new change in her life, a becoming of age for herself.
The third and the last letter was placed in the dim light of the Great Hall, on the main table, in hopes someone would find it and pass it on to those others of Windstorm.
She took one last glance around the Great Hall before striding out the door. She headed for the stables, where her horse was saddled up, packed and ready for her to ride out on.
She tied her packs tightly to her horse, climbed up upon him and nudged him, as now she left the gates of Windstorm, she couldn't make herself look back, she just rode into the night, to what, she did not know, but what she did know was it was... a freedom within herself.
