The Starflames Saga: Misery and Nights
Imagine the living flames. The living stars. The twinkling of them as you stare up into the night's sky. Such peace, such
serinity, such calmth, Such...disaster.
Yes disaster falls on such as is this night.
Oh so you want to hear the story?
Very well friends gather around and I will tell you all.
One dark forboding night deep in the nector of the woods where the wolves lay asleep sat a long middle aged cleric in
such misery that the night's sky carried his cries, his anguished screams, His internal fear and pain.
He was indeed in such pain for the death of his only bride to be.
Her name?
Ember spiritwing.
She was an angel.
He was a cleric who had fallen in love with her.
She died in a tragic accident when a hellknight attacked an archangel and the cleric. Wanting to save him from the
hateful blast Ember threw herself into the way. She got hit full force saving both cleric and archangel. Now he was
alone. So very alone and sad without his bride, his heart was crushed and hurting. His tears fell like the rain, a river of
water flowing down past the grave down the hill.
"I..must be strong." The cleric choked out while sobbing. A dark laugh echoed out from beyond the gravestones and
courtside.
A dark hideous laugh.
"Micheal!" The soul of his lovely Ember screamed to him. He turned around horrorstricken.
There holding her soul in a clawed hand was the hell knight.
"Let her go foul creature!" The cleric yelled standing up tears on his face his hand sliding towards the before forgotten
slayer to the damned.
"So you wish her free eh? ahaha I think not."
The creature replied dryly.
Ember's soul screamed in pain again as the fire flashed at her soul. The cleric growled with anger and withdrew his
weapon. "LET HER GO!" He screamed in rage.
The hell knight replied "Only if you can defeat me in battle!"
The cleric moved forward and began attacking.
Clanging weapon against weapon.
The hell knight was having a hard time keeping the cleric back the anger and rage drawing new strength into the cleric's
spirit of purity.
"UNHAND MY EMBER!" the cleric roared in agony and brought the sword down at the hell knight's neck. He fell
dead.
The cleric panting fell to his knees, the weapon of destruction dropping from his hands to the blood-pool stained floor.
"Ember!" the cleric cried as he held his hands to his face.
Ember's hand gently touched his cheek. "Do not cry for me my love, I will always guide you. I am right here." She says
touching his chest. "In your heart."
He watches her float off up to the stars becoming one of them. His cries of misery flow through the night. And that is
the story my friends of the misery of nights. There's more to tell about the starflames tales but this is one of the saddest
of them all.
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