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"Resta! Resta, can't you see what's happening?" Tunal followed his wife around their set of rooms within the palace. "Resta!" He grabbed her shoulder to spin her around but she shoved his hand off, her face was grim with resolve. "For Elune's sake Resta, look at your daughter!" He pointed at Saronai who had burrowed herself under the blankets on her parents' bed, her eyes wide and scared, her emerald hair hanging in messy tendrils over her face. She was pulling at her ears with the blankets. Resta stopped and turned to look, she smiled softly at the little elf, caressed her daughters cheek. A small smile crept onto Saronai's face, but it was gone as soon as Resta tossed a glare in her father's direction. The royal priestess, put on her mantle of station to once again conduct studies on the ancient well and left without a word, slamming the door behind her. The fights between her parents had gotten worse over the last few days until Resta simply refused to even speak when Tunal was nearby. Her father only worried about mother, about the spark of obsession that was spreading through the palace as though it were an invisible fire. Tunal sighed and Saronai looked away from the door, surprised to see tears in his eyes. "We can't stay." He said. He began to pack things, mostly clothes, and then some food from their private dining area, supplies. Saronai was allowed only one toy. With a full pack on his back and another, much lighter one on his daughter's, he reached for her hand and they left the palace together. Saronai peered over her shoulder, bidding goodbye to the beautiful home of Queen Azshara, her home and her mother. Once outside, Tunal shifted into the form of a cat, his pack melding into his body and helped Saronai climb onto his back. For weeks they rode, stopping only for short breaks, until they reached the edge of the land where it meets the sea. They took shelter in this very cave. Saronai sighed as she came back to the present. Somehow the magic had imploded. She would never forget that storm, her fear, and the backlash of magic that could be felt in the air even all the way here. "Thank you." Tears touched her eyes again as she knelt, once more in front of the sapling she had planted to mark Tunal's grave. So many years they had spent here, he taught her so much, and she knew that he had saved her life that day he pulled her from the city to this life of solitude. "What do I do now?" She sighed, allowing the tears to fall again. They seemed to have no end after he grew too sick to continue living, too sick to heal with the magics he had taught her. Movement in the shadows drew her attention and a silver wolf parted from them to sit a few inches from her. For a moment all she could do was stare into the wolf's golden eyes. There was more than an animal presence there. Feeling overwhelmed by her loss, Saronai threw her arms around the wolf and cried as it sat up strong and comforting, almost holding her the way it rested its silvery head on her shoulder, pulling her into its warmth. When she awoke once more, it was to find the wolf curled up in front of her, both of them laying on the loosened earth where Tunal had been buried. She stood and took one last look at the farm, at the cave where they'd made their home for centuries, alone and yet not needing any other company. She left that night, the wolf padding closely behind her.
"Resta! Resta, can't you see what's happening?" Tunal followed his wife around their set of rooms within the palace. "Resta!" He grabbed her shoulder to spin her around but she shoved his hand off, her face was grim with resolve. "For Elune's sake Resta, look at your daughter!" He pointed at Saronai who had burrowed herself under the blankets on her parents' bed, her eyes wide and scared, her emerald hair hanging in messy tendrils over her face. She was pulling at her ears with the blankets. Resta stopped and turned to look, she smiled softly at the little elf, caressed her daughters cheek. A small smile crept onto Saronai's face, but it was gone as soon as Resta tossed a glare in her father's direction. The royal priestess, put on her mantle of station to once again conduct studies on the ancient well and left without a word, slamming the door behind her. The fights between her parents had gotten worse over the last few days until Resta simply refused to even speak when Tunal was nearby. Her father only worried about mother, about the spark of obsession that was spreading through the palace as though it were an invisible fire. Tunal sighed and Saronai looked away from the door, surprised to see tears in his eyes. "We can't stay." He said. He began to pack things, mostly clothes, and then some food from their private dining area, supplies. Saronai was allowed only one toy. With a full pack on his back and another, much lighter one on his daughter's, he reached for her hand and they left the palace together. Saronai peered over her shoulder, bidding goodbye to the beautiful home of Queen Azshara, her home and her mother. Once outside, Tunal shifted into the form of a cat, his pack melding into his body and helped Saronai climb onto his back. For weeks they rode, stopping only for short breaks, until they reached the edge of the land where it meets the sea. They took shelter in this very cave. Saronai sighed as she came back to the present. Somehow the magic had imploded. She would never forget that storm, her fear, and the backlash of magic that could be felt in the air even all the way here. "Thank you." Tears touched her eyes again as she knelt, once more in front of the sapling she had planted to mark Tunal's grave. So many years they had spent here, he taught her so much, and she knew that he had saved her life that day he pulled her from the city to this life of solitude. "What do I do now?" She sighed, allowing the tears to fall again. They seemed to have no end after he grew too sick to continue living, too sick to heal with the magics he had taught her. Movement in the shadows drew her attention and a silver wolf parted from them to sit a few inches from her. For a moment all she could do was stare into the wolf's golden eyes. There was more than an animal presence there. Feeling overwhelmed by her loss, Saronai threw her arms around the wolf and cried as it sat up strong and comforting, almost holding her the way it rested its silvery head on her shoulder, pulling her into its warmth. When she awoke once more, it was to find the wolf curled up in front of her, both of them laying on the loosened earth where Tunal had been buried. She stood and took one last look at the farm, at the cave where they'd made their home for centuries, alone and yet not needing any other company. She left that night, the wolf padding closely behind her. Saronai :: remember ::
Okay, back when the very first Power Rangers came out, I was a fan, I liked martial arts action flicks and Jason David Frank was dreamy *giggle.* I stopped watching after the season where he was the white ranger. Now, I have a son who is reeeeeally into Power Rangers. Whenever I overhear him making a wish, it is always to be a Power Ranger. That's reason #1 that I'm writing this, maybe someday he'll land a part as a power ranger, but for now I'm writing this for him. Another reason is, I have noticed many things about the whole series of power ranger shows and will be slightly parodying some things (but in a fond and story-telling manner), and making some "firsts" for the main cast, as is my liberty in writing a fanfic. I have ideas at the moment, they are brewing, I'm thinking of the colors, the symbolistic animals, I just now thought of the main theme (each season has a theme that usually has something to do with the spirits/zords/etc present in the season), I don't believe I've seen a covert, spy mission themed Power Rangers, so for now that will be the theme. I would like this to end up being something my son will like to listen to and read himself, so I will likely also be including little bits of things that I know he'll get a kick out of (in other words, there may be a few "inside jokes" primarily written for him that I hope to fit in seemlessly that others won't be put off by them). I plan to fully have fun with this, so if you are an old fan, new fan, or just know enough about the power rangers to find this mildly entertaining, keep an eye out for future installments on it here ^_^ Okay, back when the very first Power Rangers came out, I was a fan, I liked martial arts action flicks and Jason David Frank was dreamy *giggle.* I stopped watching after the season where he was the white ranger. Now, I have a son who is reeeeeally into Power Rangers. Whenever I overhear him making a wish, it is always to be a Power Ranger. That's reason #1 that I'm writing this, maybe someday he'll land a part as a power ranger, but for now I'm writing this for him. Another reason is, I have noticed many things about the whole series of power ranger shows and will be slightly parodying some things (but in a fond and story-telling manner), and making some "firsts" for the main cast, as is my liberty in writing a fanfic. I have ideas at the moment, they are brewing, I'm thinking of the colors, the symbolistic animals, I just now thought of the main theme (each season has a theme that usually has something to do with the spirits/zords/etc present in the season), I don't believe I've seen a covert, spy mission themed Power Rangers, so for now that will be the theme. I would like this to end up being something my son will like to listen to and read himself, so I will likely also be including little bits of things that I know he'll get a kick out of (in other words, there may be a few "inside jokes" primarily written for him that I hope to fit in seemlessly that others won't be put off by them). I plan to fully have fun with this, so if you are an old fan, new fan, or just know enough about the power rangers to find this mildly entertaining, keep an eye out for future installments on it here ^_^ Saronai :: remember :: |
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