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[zeehva]

Daily Writing Challenge

Words: Forever / Displaced

Date: 8/22/22

Day: 2

Forever will the mark you made on my heart remain,

Forever will I remember the way you said my name,

Forever will my world be displaced,

All because I no longer get to see your face..

Forever will I wish it had been I,

Forever will I try to no longer cry,

Forever will I wish that I had just said goodbye,

Instead of lashing out at you that night..

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[asharinhun]

DWC Day 2 - Forever/Displaced

((The story takes place before Legion.))

Serena watched the night sky, enjoying the breeze on her face. The stars weren't the same as in Silvermoon, but they were just as beautiful here, just as calming. Yet no matter how hard she tried, her mind just couldn't relax.

She lived at Hyjal now, a place shared with her husband... still she missed Silvermoon, and a family where she wasn't truly welcome anymore.

" May it be an evening star Shines down upon you May it be when darkness falls Your heart will be true You walk a lonely road Oh, how far you are from home " The nearby trees echoed her voice, with the lullaby her minn'da used to sing to her, long ago. Silvermoon City was home no longer, but it was so for much of her life. Letting that sentiment go was hard, harder than she thought possible.

" May it be the shadow's call will fly away May it be your journey on to light the day When the night is overcome You may rise to find the sun "

She was surprised when another voice joined hers, robbing her of words as he sang in thalassian of all things, his arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

"How... how do you know this song?" Serena asked as she turned around in her husband's embrace for a quick kiss.

"I... did some research, thinking of the future. If we ever decide to try and make our family larger. It only felt right that I should know more about your people, even if our cultures share the same roots." Asharin replied with a small chuckle and a shy smile.

"Oh, you..." The sin'dorei buried her face into his shoulder, she couldn't help herself. The length this man was willing to go for her sake, it filled her with warmth. She didn't think she could love him even more than before, yet here they were.

"And I can promise you one more thing. You are my home, and we will be together as long as our stars do shine." The druid whispered while gently caressing her ebony hair, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Serena just nodded into his shoulder, happy tears running down her cheeks as she clung to him tighter. She was truly home, now and forever.

_ ((The song is May It Be from Enya))

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[the-radiant-lux]

DWC Day 2: Forever/Displaced

Fear.

The force that drives the soul downward, deeper and deeper into an abyss of one's own making.

Antasia had such hope, the hope of overcoming the great fear that stimied her from taking another step into the spotlight.

The Fire Fest, a grand show and party that Antasia was determined to be a part of, practicing and failing over and over to best her fear and incorporate the element in her performance.

Practice, misstep.

Practice, too afraid.

Practice, and when it came time to finally throw her name in....she broke.

She was finally practicing with the added fire, a complex movement brought her mere inches from the heat and her mind was flooded with memories.

A childhood ruined by hungering flames, her home and family taken away in a matter of minutes, and the heat, damn the heat. Being in her head and not in the moment, Antasia slipped, crashing to the ground with a snap of her ankle and a yelp of pain.

Months had passed, slow healing and physical therapy slowly bringing her back to walking on her own, nowhere near able to dance again, bringing her mind and emotions lower and lower, a place she had not seen since the loss of her family all those years ago.

Drissa had suggested speaking to a professional, getting those boxed-up emotions out, and working through those gripping fears. And so here she was, sitting with a stranger in silence and expected to talk about all the things that were troubling her, the ongoing fear, her mental state on a further decline.

"How have you been feeling?" The Doctor poked for anything to get Antasia talking.

"Displaced..."

{Mentioned: @tales-of-a-socialite}

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[darbiebot]

DWC August 2022 Day 2- Forever, Displaced

"This way..." Deagra muttered to the small gargoyle, a rather chatty little guy named Grisel, a feint line of violet magic piercing the night as they traversed the old mausoleums in the old grounds near the Halls. After clearing out the Sire's loyalists, the Accuser was settling back in, and the first order of business was getting the long forgotten souls out of solitary confinement. Luckily, Deagra's had been taught the spellwork required to steal souls, under the harsh tutelage of the family's warlock, but with that unsavory practice also contained the ability to sense and locate souls, and, given a personal belonging tied to a specific person, she could track down a -specific- soul.

Few belongings were as personal as a sinstone, it turned out.

As she placed the skeleton key in the old worn stone, it shifted with magic, and opened into the small chamber within. Deagra was glad she had avoided this fate in her penance, she'd heard some proud souls dwelled in such a small space for years, even decades. Humbling, she supposed, to have nothing but reflection and time.

The pitiful thing had run to the corner, blinded by the meager light that Grisel had brought to light her way. The little thing chuckled and flew above the tomb. She wasn't sure what sort of creature it had been in life, some sort of humanoid slug of some sort? It called out voice whimpering and disbelieving.

"W-where were you... waited for so long... It was just a few weeks, she said... just a few... but no one..."

"No one came, I know." Deagra's voice was very soft, still a bit unnatural for her, but she'd come to know these being's plights well over her time here. She reached a hand out, a risk. "It's alright, an injustice has been done to you, even to one such as you. It will be made right." she exhaled as the being reached out with a slimey pseudopod of a limb and wrapped if around hers, pulling themselves up.

"I... thought I would be there forever." she could sense the despair in their voice, the relief, the caution. Deagra looked up at the reddened sky, "No, nothing stays here forever."

Except the Venthyr, of course.

Her, in all likelihood.

Someday.

[sheizara]

August 22 - Day 2 Forever/Displaced

Shei’s chest ached.

Was it homesickness or a hunger pang? As the days droned on it was getting harder and harder to separate the two. Being parted from the golden wood of Eversong had always been an unfathomable thing. Those great whitewood trees had wound their curling roots into her soul. Who among them hadn’t run through the soft, sweet grass and found joy in the glades and glens?

Probably, she thought, the Prince. He wouldn’t have given up on the place if he’d truly known it.

It was hard to find the same solace in Elwynn. Sure, this forest had a pulse of its own, but it wasn’t the same. She hated the way the humans looked at her when she passed through Stormwind’s great gates to walk through the wood — would she ever be anything to them other than an outsider, a threat, or the city’s next great calamity? As if her parents hadn’t died fighting in their wars.

It was an unfounded fear, anyways. There weren’t enough of them left to be any of that — let alone enough of them here in this terrible “new” city that was too proud to even pay its brick makers.

But, there had been enough of them left here to warn her. Enough of them to offer advice on how best to deal with the wanting, of both mana and home. Enough to build a small community, even if they lacked everything that had made them Quel’dorei here, so far from their land.

Eventually the Prince, or the Regent Lord, would have to come to their senses and reverse the standing decree of exile. That terrible fel magic had robbed them of decorum and reason.

The cathedral bells rang out to mark the afternoon, echoing all the way over to the more ramshackle apartments in the old part of town. Surely she would see the Elrendar again and hear the arcane chimes of the shops along the Royal Exchange.

Surely she wouldn’t be stuck here forever.

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[ethereal-and-vaguely-threatening]

DWC Day 2 Forever/Displaced

{Music}

You, You who swept into my life like a Tsunami, Crashing into the shore. Breaking into a world you knew nothing of, Pulling me away from everything I clung to so desperately.

My heart was taken in your stride, A single moment and your grasp took hold. Our eyes met, fixated on the soul... the flesh. And I, so willing to be lost in your hungering gaze.

What bliss, what enchanting agony, Nothing compared to the pleasure, the pain. And you, you who stood steadfast against the storms, Swearing to me love eternal, bending against hope, To share this lifetime and the next...

I have searched, my love, Through the foulest of places, the darkest of shadows, For a shred, a hint of your whereabouts. Finding nothing but empty hope.

Where have you gone? Why did you leave me here? Begging to any Devine that would hear me, To bring you back to tower at my side.

Still, I live on, tearing my way through this world. Carrying you, Like a stain on my heart, Forever...

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[kharrisdawndancer]

DWC August 2022, Day 2, Forever/Displaced

Dear Fortune, I hope you are enjoying your retreat to the estate. I know the cats will be enjoying things and Evios always seems most relaxed there. I can imagine the girls running wild through the woods and the servants exasperated with their antics. I heard the prank war was in full on skirmishes again, and honestly I can say I’m glad I’m not there. I am an easy target for them, and they know it. I hope you are faring better than I would, you were always the more adaptable of us. Things are still slow and steady in the city. Nothing has come up that I couldn’t handle; everyone seems to behave a little more carefully when you’re gone. Maybe they know the hell you’d give them if they gave me hell. Ha! Or maybe they’re afraid of me. Who can tell? A few of the displaced shal'dorei Families have attempted to settle and rebuild a bit in the ruins to the west of the city. I continue to keep an eye on them, and I have compiled a list of notables I think you should measure when you get back. I think quite a few could use a thorough accounting. They are a prickly, uppity lot, even for Silvermoon. I think they’ll find the Sin’dorei less sheepish and hospitable than they hoped. At least our Family will not be fleeced; maybe we should let them wear down the rest and fight amongst themselves. I miss you terribly, come home soon.

Forever yours,

Braedyn

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[varment-fao]

DWC Day2 - Forever, Displaced

“But why a totem pole?” “This?” he pulls up more of his sleeve to exposing more of his darker tanned skin and the unique tattoo that was painted on it.  “Correct, it is a very odd thing for a Sin’dorei to mark their body with is it not?”  “Oh yeah, maybe.” He laughs, fondly rubbing along the tattoo. “I wasn’t born here like most.” “So you said, I’d almost wager that this was just yet another of your random whimsical antics that you’ve no memory of.” “What?” He blinks up at the Shal’dorei. “No I remember this!” He points to each of the animals on the totem. “I remember each one of them because they are a part of me!” “Them? They have names?” “Yes! Names I’ve never forgotten either!” He happily chuckles to himself knowing that in and of itself was shocking. “Why do I feel I’m going to hate myself for asking this... but go on. Name one.” Seeming rather ecstatic that he was asked he points to the coyote totem first. “This is Rocks!”  “... rocks... you named your tattoo... rocks.” “No! That’s what I named my first friend! Rocks was a yote I found when he was a little pup like me! When I brought him home the elder allowed me to keep him! Rocks was my first companion is what I’m saying but he was also my best friend.” He smiles proudly.  “Interesting you remember that, but not someone you met only yesterday.” Rubbing at the back of his head a little impishly he grins. “I know... but I don’t mean to I mean, it’s not like I’m forcing my memories out of my head.” He shrugs, looking back at his tattoo. “Rocks stayed with me longer than most beings do though. Usually after a few weeks or months at most they just... well I don’t know what they do. Disappear, move on?” He purses his lips. “Rocks impressed on me though like any young elf’s first pet would course, back then he wasn’t just a pet to me. He was like a brother.” His thumb fondly slides along the Coyote’s totem. “I see, it must have been hard on you when you learned that companions don’t live as long as elves do then.” Strangely enough, he smiled up at the Shal’dorei. “I was sad back then, I mean I was a child and didn’t fully understand death. But the village elder helped me realize that just because he was gone it didn’t mean he wasn’t still a part of me. His spirit is still a part of me. It guides me sometimes.” He points to his own chest. “All of them are, and because they are a part of me their memory lives on I guess.” He smiles ever more fondly at the few memories that were his to keep, no matter how his mind suffered. “If you keep coming around I bet I could remember you too!” “Mmm, perhaps it is best that you draw one of your pictures of me in that journal instead. For it is time for me to depart for tea.” “What is with you fancy elves and all your tea dates? Is that some inuendo for a booty call?” “Goodbye, Faolan.” @daily-writing-challenge​