Lore’Orela (short tale)

*With his eyes closed, he whispered*...send me your glory fair, for your silent gratitude encumbers me…. And your radiance fine, fans my fire where I cannot breathe. *Smiling after the lessons in pleasure he was bred*. He continued...

Here our humble gathering wards off the cold and distant summer. Within this wilderness, an immortal winter has frozen…hence our landing, the Kindred of lore. Whence comes our brilliant towers in crystalline splendor, these palaces our Kingdom and my lordship. *He opened his eyes, those of a Prince, and said the last words every Lord before him must memorize*... “beguiling thee intruder, endowing nature’s endearments…whence they settle for a life beget of fire“....his children...himself.

*Julien sighed deeply, and said in relief* so much intrigue stirring in this long eternity. *While sweeping the rolling haven with eyes cast in Trinity, he spoke reverently* thriving with my people in adoring capital, clever in such raiment of battle torpor and active relief.

*Leaning forward on the scrolled rail of his high balcony, he reflected. Speaking from a dream*...how long have the diamond sands bedded the thousand springs? Or our bridges become refined by the masters chilling invention? Where has the luster lost it’s glint without our bejeweled walls? Another sun reflected off our emerald pass, calmed within sight of the Fey gardens...then an impasse, where the tourney grounds relieve the seven towers and the archives? *A small smile touched his lips* as he took in his beloved city, and the life that engaged in such magnificence....delivering even the oldest souls.

The sound of music carried to his private chambers, within Lust...the grant of every Prince before him. Where atop it’s spiraled, ivory towers whipped his standard. The sapphire flame of Trinity. An embodied arch represented...just as it impressed about to burst. A common sight of their kind that inspired every Kindred to light the sky in battles tide!

The glimmering air spied his reverie, and at such zero it was saturnine! Becoming the flame...stark against all this white and crystal. He felt the life, everything that was his world he’d returned...finding himself part of the sun. And as bright as he exceeded...the darkest places cried.

....................And then as helpless as a void would carry me, to convince me I was dead...I spiral through the rites of opening the gate to mine own, private haven...where I fall away and follow to embrace her...........

And then to my queen , who’s ambivalence when we met was the last of my confidence. With her I am newly whole. The world becomes in her presence, impossible.... And without her she will always be there in my lonely mind.

The Dimension is her inherited name...our magi, one of a kind with her influence. A Conjurer...proving doubt to be foolish With her here our people dream over countless nights wanting her visions for their own. A genuine messiah, my love...my queen. The one who opens gates between the Worlds.

When she shares with me the blood *he sighs* saturnine *the prince shivers*...I am torn to leave this world behind forever, and to wake with that new knowledge she’s asked without my own experience, to give me.

And when I roll over, having earlier pinned her to our regal bed...I have never felt anything so liberating. “I love you” can never be enough, not again...not anymore. It is enough for her, to hear me say I‘m free...and for her to reveal that saccharine smile. And before we would face the day that is all we need.

She gives me everything, and I give her eventual lust after a long day to shadow her wisdom. In my arms she can be a woman and not a goddess for all but a few precious hours. Or as long as she chooses.