[[I don’t RP very much, but I decided to write out parts of my Sylvari’s story out a while ago. Might as well start with her Dream.]]
Silence.
Void.
Nothing.
They say humans remember nothing of the womb. They say a soul pulled from the Mists is a clean slate. A blank tablet.
How sad it must be, my child.
Silence.
Void.
Nothing
A face.
Pure white cheeks, gentle eyes , masking a deep, dwelling sadness.
A loving gaze, a mother’s smile.
Lights flickered in the dark. Red, blue, violet, yellow. Red, yellow, violet, blue. Violet, red, yellow, blue. Over and over, dancing forever. A brilliant flame warms the body. Flash. A soothing mist eases the soul. Rock and soil are your hands and feet. Blink. Cool breath fills you with light. Lights swirl in the dark. Reach out, touch them, feel them. The warmth of the sun, the healing rain, the spark of life, and the dust of the earth.
Touch them.
Feel them.
Move them.
Be them.
Green fills your mind. Sylvari. That is what they call us. Souls of the earth, memories of the world. Sylvari.
You have much to learn, my daughter, let me show you.
The world appears. Green fields. Harsh deserts. Lush forest.
Our forest.
The Grove.
Our home.
Faces.
Souls.
Twelve.
They turn to me.
Listen, my child.
The world fades into a rush. Names, faces, memories, distant pasts. The twelve become more, and more, and more and more and more. Each a face, each a name, each a memory. A knight in armor, the wise moon glowing above. Listen, my child.
They build, they grow, they expand. They travel to the distant shores, to the highest heights and the lowest depths. The smallest blade of grass blows to the tallest mountains. Listen, my child.
They tend to the gifts they are given. From life comes life. From nothing comes life. The smallest is honored with the largest, and no one is greater than the other. The blossom is brother to the weed. Listen, my child.
A shimmer, a blade, a cut. The rotting branch is pruned before the sickness spreads to the heartwood. Act with wisdom, but act. Listen, my child.
The rot spreads. Reaching. Thickening rot. Clawing into every nook, every crevice. Darkness. Vile, putrid, cruelty with no bounds. My child, where have you gone? Brother betrays brother, lovers wound the soul. A twisted visage grins at your suffering, parting its jaws to consume all that is and will be. My child, please! Darkness engulfs. Terror overwhelms the senses. Tortuous fear paralyzes the soul. Come back, my child. I beg of you return. Please!
A face appears in the darkness. Take her hand. One of the Twelve. She guides you from the nightmare. The terrors are silenced, but feel them prickling your neck.
Ground. You see it. You can…feel it. Your feet stretch out and you stand. Stand firm, my child. Steel your mind. The brilliant flame will burn the corpse. The freezing mist will snuff out life. Rock and stone will shatter your foe. The blast of wind will fill your soul. Ready yourself, my child. The rot in this world calls to you, but you will not heed it. The darkness threatens to swallow you whole, but fear not this night.
Silence it.
Act with wisdom, my child.
Act.
A crash, a sound that rattles your bones. The world shudders. The beast emerges in a shroud of darkness. It rears its head and screams, poised to tear at your heart. The rot spreads, choking the land. The beast lunges.
Suddenly, a pillar of light. A beacon in the wretched darkness for all of Tyria. The moon shines high above, basking the land in her glory and wisdom.
Fear not this night, my child. In the bleakest of darkness, the light of hope shall always beckon you.
The world rushes into a blur again. The light grows, brighter, brigher still, piercing the darkness and shattering the world. The ground fades beneath your feet and you start to fall. Fall. Fall for eternity, fall into the light.
It’s time to wake up, my child.
Fall. Fall.
Wake up, Delina.
