Aileah: The Bird

I had watched them leave, Naria taking the Ramin's hand and disappearing into the shadows of the wood. Perhaps it was not good for the elven princess to be romancing with a human, it certainly could end tragically. Elves were nearly immortal. Humans were not. It was a fact that Althen constantly reminded me, telling me with the most somber look in his grave eyes that I would be a "blink in his memory one day" that my life would be only extended meagerly by the effect of living with the elf magic so long, and still it would be a breath in an elf's memory.

They returned just in time for dinner, when the food was being handed out. Naria took a seat beside me, her face flowering with joy and her eyes glowing with radiance, though her steady gaze still remained across the fire at Ramin, gently carressing his handsome horse. "Naria....you should truly return to your father." I murmured. She seemed to only half hear me.

"That is ridiculous," she said lightly. "What, I am to spend a millenium caged under the watch of my father? Of course not. I must do something. And this seems a very good option. Anyways, Ramin should not be wandering the deep wood on his own, yes?"

"Well...," I began, watching as Ramin looked up from his horse, his eyes meeting Naria's. "Do you think it may not be a good idea to..." I didn't want to end my thought. I didn't know how to put it.

"What? Do I think it may not be a good idea to do what?" she turned to me abruptly.

I furrowed my brow, wishing I hadn't said anything. "To....I don't know...."

She seemed to sense what I was getting at. Naria became furious, her voice low and angry, "Are you telling me that I should not be around Ramin? Why not? Well, then I should flee back to Father just because he tells me so, and I should not be around Ramin because of whatever reason....," she gestured wildly, her fiery gaze still holding my own. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the older human gesture for Ramin to follow him into the woods. "...because you don't think it's right. I am old enough to make my own choices, and do what I believe is right or wrong myself."

I winced as she stood up, placing herself a little ways away from me. Armes then found a seat next to her. Running my hand over my face, I sighed.

A bird landed on my shoulder, singing softly into my ear. I nearly jumped out of my skins at such a suprise, but managed to calm myself. With a slight smile, I realised it was the bird from the window sill several days before. "Hello," I murmured, allowing it's fragile form to hop onto my finger.

I stroked it for a little while, talking to it gently. Suddenly, it whistled quite loudly and flew away, it's small figure appearing to melt into the darkness of a nearby tree. How odd, I shook my head, turning back to the fire to think.

It fluttered back, circling around my head several times. It whistled again and flew off, seeming to wait for me a few feet away, it's beady black eyes observing me.

Quietly, I unfolded my legs and stood. Did it want me to follow it. The little blue bird flew into the woods, and I followed after it. I felt as if there was no ground below my feet as I ran blindly in the nighttime forrest, chasing after the sound of fluttering wings and whistles. Amazingly, I did not trip on brush or run head on into a tree.

"Where are you taking me?" I wondered aloud, rushing to keep up. I wished I had the speed of an elf.

Then I did not hear it anymore, and I was standing alone on the edge of a clearing, silvery moonlight shinning full and bright into it. In the center stood Ramin and the older man, who's name I swore was Vilhelm.

"...you never got a chance to tell me what you found in your research." I heard Ramin say to the other man.

"Well..." began the man I believed to be Vilhelm. He got closer to Ramin, murmuring so softly I could only catch a few words. Forgotten Realm was one. A Forgotten Realm? From what I could hear, they spoke of some mysterious place of no one's knowledge. 

I wished to hear more, but even as much as I strained my ears, I could not gleen any additional information. Soon, Vilhelm clapped Ramin on the arm, saying something about rest, and they both left in the way of camp.

Yawning, I felt my way back to where I came, wondering why the blue bird lead me here, if there was any reason at all.

The End

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