Eternally, I grieve in your name.|| self.
While not a violent being, by nature, he is capable of killing without remorse if one of his kind is in danger.
The wind blows Adeline´s hair away from her face, crimson stains the front of her dress. A crown of flowers intertwined with branches and ribbons hangs from her curls slowly slipping away. He had made that crown for her just yesterday. In slow motion, he saw it, but his feet wouldn´t move, the roots of the forest ground seem to hold him in place. Her eyes close after shifting to Adaire before she fell like a broken doll.
She falls down on her knees and he runs to catch her. Face soft, lips half open, like she was asleep. As soon as he touched her, he knew that she was gone. Magic couldn´t heal her. But he refuses to accept it. His sister was cold, like the creature that had murdered her. He kissed her forehead, tears running down his face. The elf screamed louder than he ever did or believed to be possible.
Holding her in his arms, he sings an old nursery rhyme that their mother used to lull them to sleep. " Don´t go…" He begs between screams , his own, because her voice was gone forever. " Please don´t take her…" Adaire looks up at the bright sun, in mockery it continues to shine, while his heart is cast into darkness and his light is stolen.
All he can remember after that is waking up to a loud, agonising wail when his mother found her two youngest children covered in blood. Adeline´s bright blue eyes would never open again .He would not let go of her. Using all the magic he could collect from the sun, Adaire almost drains himself trying to force his youngest sister to breath again.
" You need to let her go, son." His father´s words sound like a command, an order. " Adaire release you sister." Normally, he would have obeyed, but not today. Adeline wouldn´t leave them behind. As he continues to feed her lifeless body with more healing magic, his father and brothers try to pry her from his arms. "I won´t lose another child today."
Adaire feels a sharp pain in the back of his head and everything turns dark. For fleeting seconds, Adeline is there beautiful as always, a bright light surrounds her before she is taken away.
The heavy fog was perceptible between them, the two bodies standing by the large massive body of water, he could make every little detail, rock, animal or plant, even the tiniest flower…one had a shade of blue that was a perfect match for Adeline´s eyes.
Dawn was upon them, the river´s water was a purple shade turning grey, golden rays chasing the cold away. Emptiness was all he felt. For a fraction of a second he questioned if Adeline would have been disappointed. She was a gentle soul, too good to remain in a world where the beasts run free. Forgiveness would have been her decision, but he didn´t have it in him to display such clemency.
He walks into the cold water to wash away his sins and the blood of his beloved sister´s murderer. Let the corpse rot away or the wind spread the ashes of the beast. Justice was served. His rage was decreasing and with it his strength was leaving. All reason had left weeks ago when his sister was murdered and gone somewhere else. He was tired. Rage kept him chasing after the vampire that took Adeline, creating a path of destruction to vent his pain.
When he looks at his daughter´s smile or hears his son´s laugh, the elf elder can still feel Adeline around him. More than eight centuries have passed and the part of him that she carried, the bond they shared died. Part of him died that day.
Adaire should have protected her, it was his duty as her older brother. And to this day he refuses to accept that she is really dead. Her spirit shall always live. Inside his heart, the memories of her will replace the void that she left. And he grieves, eternally, in her name. For the life that she could have had.