Mother Biielanore (short tale)

I can look at her and see my own life...how it once was, how I used to be...until it past me by and I became this. *She raised her clawed hand, elegant, though nothing left of what was once, unmistakably, feminine*.

I cannot curse a decision made centuries before me...whence a girl had thought to create me, that frivolous youth next to me now...and what was it that I was now, I still wondered? *Sighs* an ancient being whose sanctity of life had been suffocated, by the very ashes of those who would have been buried next to me.

I had been beauty *she looked up with a haunting, violet cast*, the lustful incentive for any good man to consider wickedness. But eventually, I had forgotten to convince anyone else. For after my first encounter with its revelation...that beauty was ugliness in the eyes of the world, leaving me a prisoner to the world’s vanity, I was quickly silenced...swallowed by the worlds’ shallow tide.

Dropping her head, she bear the weight of her fate, and searched then for the predawn’s chastity...where the meager light left the world’s sin yet in darkness...for a few more, precious hours.

The silhouettes were all that were left of memory, and even the presence was rounded to the moment, when the coming of the sun left my mark. And hence, the dusk would greet another daughter of the night.

Two, breathing immortals, who would know the world no better, if forever lasted ages and each age proved to be indefinite, once it was shown to repeat itself.

Then we were destined to be cast into a separate Universe, because of what we were...a Limbo that would leave us witnesses to just how long eternity was.

And thereafter, our eyes would be laced in silver with this newfound knowledge, that could only be founded after we accepted what we were. Immortal.

I am Biielanore, one of the first routed to this black hole. I walk seen by both Universes, that of the Mortal plane, and that of the Immortal’s...or from whence we were claimed. And those who’ve only known one lifetime would see my madness, while those of my kindred would see their Mother. And now my successor beside me, while I slept.

I am Biielanore, now 3000.