[ It's been some weeks since it all came to an end now and almost all of Adelheld has heard the stories.
There had been chaos for the first few days, of course. However peaceful a country may be, no community of people can bear a wound like that would reproach. But as the tales are told and the reality settles in, Adelheld wobbles towards an uncertain sort of acceptance. It seems poetic, almost – the Legendary Heroes, born anew and their heroism blotting out the lie all of them had been fed for the last thirty years. The names of those seven are as engraved on the hearts of Adelheld just as their predecessors were and though the truth is a shock, like being slapped awake from the nightmare, it is far, far better than the alternative.
Narmaya knows this. But that doesn't do anything to assuage the horrible feeling of emptiness inside of her that's been a constant ever since the truth started to circulate the country. It is a feeling she knows others share, though none of them have spoken of it yet. A feeling of having something taken that Narmaya can hardly understand, let alone imagine replacing.
But that's not why she leaves her village, she doesn't think. It's a horrible restlessness that makes her pack her bags one night and to hurry along arrangements to have things taken care of in her absence. She's sure the others must think something is wrong – her desperation to leave is so fevered, it's as though she's fleeing. And truly, that's how Narmaya feels.
It isn't until weeks later, in a taven some wheels away from the capital that she understands what she'd really been doing. She's been running errands and odd jobs along her travels and she intends to spend some gold to have a roof over her head tonight. She ducks and moves through the throng of people to the bar, to secure herself some lodgings and then looks up at just the right time to see a heart-stoppingly familiar curtain of pale hair. It's been years since she'd seen him but Narmaya would know that face, that man, anywhere. ]
Aran! What– what on earth are you–
[ And as she speaks, that's when Narmaya understands.
She hadn't been running from anything at all. Ever since she'd heard the stories, since she'd heard the people of Adelheld call Aran Voliere a hero – she'd been running to something, to try and find it again. ]
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There had been chaos for the first few days, of course. However peaceful a country may be, no community of people can bear a wound like that would reproach. But as the tales are told and the reality settles in, Adelheld wobbles towards an uncertain sort of acceptance. It seems poetic, almost – the Legendary Heroes, born anew and their heroism blotting out the lie all of them had been fed for the last thirty years. The names of those seven are as engraved on the hearts of Adelheld just as their predecessors were and though the truth is a shock, like being slapped awake from the nightmare, it is far, far better than the alternative.
Narmaya knows this. But that doesn't do anything to assuage the horrible feeling of emptiness inside of her that's been a constant ever since the truth started to circulate the country. It is a feeling she knows others share, though none of them have spoken of it yet. A feeling of having something taken that Narmaya can hardly understand, let alone imagine replacing.
But that's not why she leaves her village, she doesn't think. It's a horrible restlessness that makes her pack her bags one night and to hurry along arrangements to have things taken care of in her absence. She's sure the others must think something is wrong – her desperation to leave is so fevered, it's as though she's fleeing. And truly, that's how Narmaya feels.
It isn't until weeks later, in a taven some wheels away from the capital that she understands what she'd really been doing. She's been running errands and odd jobs along her travels and she intends to spend some gold to have a roof over her head tonight. She ducks and moves through the throng of people to the bar, to secure herself some lodgings and then looks up at just the right time to see a heart-stoppingly familiar curtain of pale hair. It's been years since she'd seen him but Narmaya would know that face, that man, anywhere. ]
Aran! What– what on earth are you–
[ And as she speaks, that's when Narmaya understands.
She hadn't been running from anything at all. Ever since she'd heard the stories, since she'd heard the people of Adelheld call Aran Voliere a hero – she'd been running to something, to try and find it again. ]