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Post by Syn Thornheart on Jun 21, 2005 1:49:10 GMT -5
-His eyes were soon closed, his body laying upon his bed. A black sheet across his chest. His arm was over his face as his chest rose up, then slowly lowered. His body gave a sudden turn to the left, his bright lavender eyes opening. To see the full moon out from the small window he had in this room. Sighing softly he stood up, walking towards the window to open it up, letting the small breeze enter his room. He sighed softly, his eyes looking up into the sky.-..Its time..-He said softly. Turning, he took out the small empty bag he kept beside his bed. He started to pack his clothing onto it. He remembered the words he once told Gelina. "I am a wandering Samurai, They leave without word..or nothing." As those words replayed in the back of his mind, he placed on his hamaka jacket, and his hakama pants. Slowly he picked up the bag, and placed it over his shoulder. Putting his katana in his other have, the door would open. Walking out of the room, he closed the room. Slowly he started to walk along the halls, those lavender eyes taking in everything for one more last time. - Its meant to be. -His voice softly echoed about the halls. Slowly he walked to the bar. Placing the bag down, he placed a letter onto of the bartop. He told one of the servants that it was for Nicho, to give it to him when he woke up. Turning, he started to walk towards the door. He can feel everything he worked for, prayed for, loved, cared, and hated..suddenly being tossed around in his stomach. As the guards opened the main doors for him, he sighed.- The one true place I can call home...goodbye...GoldenMyst...-And with that, he walked out of the castle, the doors closing behind him. So there he was once more..Alexander Syn Thornheart..not a mage, not a leader...but a wandering Samurai..-
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Post by xia on Jun 21, 2005 5:11:12 GMT -5
A cry filled the mage tower as the little one suddenly awoke to feel as though something were missing. A comforting presense had suddenly left her completely and the only way of communicating that that the little girl had was that one, long and piercing wail.
"Shhh," came the gentle voice as her mother had returned to being herself now. "Shh, my heartling. Shh." Strawberry curls fell over Xia's face for a moment as her mother's warm arms lifted the babe from her basinette. "There is no reason for tears. It will soon be morning. All things are better with the sunrise," Nym was saying, though Xia only recognized the tone of love and calming her mother was using. Nym's bare feet had walked the pair to the balcony of the mage tower where a rocking chair was set up for them. In the distance, Nym thought she saw a lone figure walking as she rocked the still whimpering child. One lone figure far off down the road. "It is a late hour for travelers," she commented before looking back down to her daughter. "Never travel at night, heartling. There are many hazards then."
Xia's whines started to calm as her mother's voice changed to a lullaby. Of all the mages that Syn had taught in GoldenMyst, he would not teach the one with his own magic in her veins. Of all the eyes that had met his, they would not meet those very eyes that would have mirrored his own. Of all the stubborn wills the mage had stood against, he would not be the one to test this one. Xia Adamina Thornheart, heir to her father's legacy, would never know the benefit of his great love for her.
Without so much as a look back, he had left her.
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Post by Syn Thornheart on Jun 21, 2005 6:23:14 GMT -5
-Yes of course, Syn was only known as a name now. A dream, and most likely, a person who would be rememberd for all the bad that he caused in the world. Later in life, Xia just possibly pick up a book, without knowing that its her fathers life story.-
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