The Rose Will Show The Way (Complete).
- The Rose Will Show The WayPrologue:Deep to the core itself doth it sink and settle, a blackness unrelenting. Joining and entering that very essence of life, turning it to the very blackness, as it emanates and fills the vastness, with the power of itself. Soon all is filled and begins to now stretch out, breaking through tiny openings and corridors, leading out and upward. A living virus of darkness that takes over the body of this host, traveling slowly - over eons, from that core ever upward.Soon that which began ages ago, when this world was still young, rises closer. And then it finds that barrier set long ago, to protect the land above. And - after eons patiently testing that barrier - that virus below finds a weakness. Begins to invade the world above .She suddenly wakens in alarm. Her gossamer wings unfurl, as her wings spread outward. With a tear in her eyes doth she rise, and sends out the alarm to the Protectors.And prays it is not too late.******************************************************************In that early touch of daylight doth she stand at the aft of the ship. Medium length blond hair blowing lightly as it is played with by the breezes that blow over the bulwark. Long strong beautiful legs encased in a pair of golden tights, that pick up the suns glance shining upon them, move with ease at each movement of wave and tide. Upon the blonde hair she sports a black pirates hat, with a feather that perches lightly upon it. Her beautiful form encased in a medium frock-coat, to keep the lady warm from the light chill that seeps upward from the water below.Lona stares out silently at the passing land across the starboard bow of the ship. In the early beginnings of this day the crew sleeps silently. Her solitude shared only by the helmsman up at the prow, at the wheel-house. This time of morning is a personal time deeply enjoyed by this woman, upon a ship that offers little time for private thoughts - or for silent wishes, whispered alone in hushed whispered tones. Spoken instead only to the ever growing wake of the ship below her, carried softly to the horizon as far as she can see. On this ship of many Lona only feels loneliness, a yearning steadily building, for something dear to a heart.As she lets her silent yearning float down to the wake passing below, a movement catches her eye through the mist across the land not far away. Looking toward the bank passing by in hazy luminance, she soon spies the wings of the bird that flies toward the ship. As Lona watches this beautiful white bird fly closer, a dazzling smile escapes from her parted lips with a sigh. Watches in amazement as the dove flies forward, hovering above her- as the flower held in its talons is slowly released. Slowly does it float down toward her outstretched open right hand, resting lightly. In fascination does Lona gaze down upon the rose, red in color and shiny, feeling the warmth which is uncommon indeed. She slowly looks up at the dove, yet there is no bird there, nor anywhere around the ship at all. A sudden movement at a rocky outcrop on the land catches her attention, making her look once more at the hazy outline of passing land. A form seen for a moment, entering the forest. A shimmering form, for just an instant, glanced as if within a dreamFrom his favorite spot to look out at the ocean he watches the strange human ship, as it passes him on its voyage. He doth not fear being seen by those aboard her. He is only seen, when this is his desire. He watches the ship, silently playing a blade of green grass which he nibbles between his teeth without thought. Wonders what places those aboard might have seen during their travels. What adventures they have experienced. His grey hair feels the soft touch of that ocean breeze, making him silently purr within. Keen eyes take in the timbers, the mast, the canvas sails. For a moment selfishly in fantasy - he also sails aboard that vessel upon this ocean .That he too knows true adventure. He has heard tales, of others of his kind that are crew of ships such as she on the water. And silently, he imagines he is one of them himself.Soon imaginings are interrupted by the movement he sees upon the ship, as the sun slowly crests above the far horizon. He watches silently, as the human female slowly crosses the length of the ship, halting at the back. He looks upon her with his keen eyes. Even with the far distance between them, sees her - as if right next to him indeed.Hearing quiet movement behind him, he answers the silent summons that reaches his perked elfin ears. He raises himself from that outcrop of rock. As he enters the forest his ears hear the whispered words of the human female as they float to him softly. Slowing, for a hesitant moment he looks back. at the human female that is at the back of the vessel.In that instant she seems to stare right at him, two hearts that touch silently, unknown to the persons themselves. Reluctantly doth the elf Laren once more turn, and enters the forest.The middle of the town square is a bustle of activity. Vendors hawk loudly to passer-by to come see their varied wares. Passer-by strolling through the aisles of vendor areas, gazing half-heartedly at items, continuing on their way to unknown needs, that they only know themselves. The sky is a cloudless blue above the town, the sun shining down brightly in this early afternoon hours, warming all below within its light.He walks behind her, unseen to all in this square. To those in the vendor areas this young Faerie seems alone. Her long auburn hair played by the touch of breeze that plays softly. Long supple legs carry her easily with unnoticed calculated strides, as she interweaves effortlessly through the throng around her, all busy and unnoticed. Yet he keeps pace easily behind her, as only to his elfin ears doth Laren hear her say Keep up little one, carried from her lips upon a whisper. Laren replies back Yes, YoungMistress.He carries the light elfin short sword, feels it ride effortlessly against his left thigh and leg. Across his back, held by the long thick strip of dark brown leather that goes across his light frame, he carries the elfin long sword proudly. Looking up at the form of her a few steps ahead of him, easily can be seen the long bow carried easily in her right hand. The quiver of light brown that rides upon her back, filled with black and red feathered arrows. He sees the matching elfin short sword that she carries, riding nicely upon her left thigh. He can smell the light brown leather armor she wears, the match to the armor he also wears upon his form. A gift, given to him by thy YoungMistress herself, to her elf-subservient and beloved pet.Soon LadyTaret enters the shop she has traveled to. The elf Laren unconsciously takes stance near the entrance unseen, to the side corner of the vendors home. When his eyes survey the surroundings about him, both elfin ears can still monitor the shop within. He looks totally relaxed, yet able to pounce in an instant. Always ready to come to the aid or call of the Lady within. To those passing by there is just the shop, a beautiful young faerie within shopping. None see the older, light boned, grey haired elf outside the shop, her escort. Laren is still young for his elfin age, though to the humans he would as if a middle aged man. In reality he is just 47 years old, a young age for elf-kind, who live many years longer than human-kind. The world outside the bond between both he and YoungMistress is something unknown to him, only hinted at when listening to stories. In this elfs heart this present life is all he has ever known.As he stands his place, he watches as that woman seen earlier - at the back of a ship passing by his outcrop of rock, enters the town square.Lona enters the square, looking around her. Too long has it been since her boots touched upon real ground. She smiles. It has been too long where, instead of a pirate, she can be that woman inside her. Brushing the blond hair from her eyes she slowly moves amongst the vendor booths, enjoying just being a woman out on the town again.As she moves past a group of tables, something makes her halt, feeling bewildered. Slowly doth she turn her back away from the tables, facing instead at the shops behind her .at the spice shop itself. She looks at the entrance, then something makes her look to the right side corner of the shop.As Lona looks at the side corner .inside her that magic returns. Unknown -the heart within reaches out, to that which is at the spot she looks at ..Laren watches as beautiful blond female pirate stops at tables across from him and the shop. Watches unseen as she suddenly turns and looks at the entrance of the shop. Sees the look of confusion, that turns into a trance-like pondering. Watches but does not move as suddenly her eyes turn away from the entrance. Her dazzling blue eyes looking right at the elf. As those eyes look right at him, unknown - that heart within him responds also to hers .both hearts once more joining - remembering each other deeply. Ages that they have been apart pass now to the present time, as two hearts - so long apart - find rebirth in each other at last.Above the town square she watches with a smile. Feels the rebirth of the two below deeply. In response doth her own heart sing. Her black beautiful eyes watch, as slowly doth her right hand softly caress the feathers. Giggles lightly, at the crooning that she hears float up to her Faerie ears.******************************************************************She is closely watched. They see as she halts and gazes at the white store front. They have followed silently from the moment she had left the safety of the ship. A beauty as she would bring great wealth on the market. A lone female, unescorted. Such an easy prize indeed.The slavers begin to move as to corral her unnoticed, to cap off any potential escape routes. Patrons note deliberate movement and move out of the way. Vendors move closer to their booths. All trying to stay out of harms way. Yet- unseen to all in that town square, standing silent watch at the corner of that store front, a pair of clear blue eyes note all. Those eyes take in the looks toward their quarry, the female pirate as she moves past the store. And silently doth he break his rule .He silently moves.Lona shakes her head as she strolls away from the store, lost in the thoughts deep inside. Then looks up quick, as her heart warns her of danger. A hot fire deep within her. Anger and wariness strong within. She stares at the twelve slavers surrounding her, swords and ropes at the ready to capture. As they move in, her sword unconsciously is taken from her scabbard. And all are surprised to hear a roar, as between the pirate and the slavers - a elf takes form from the air, long sword held lightly in his hand.As pirate and elf stand back to back, as more slavers rush to the aid of their brethren, none notice upon a roof - the dove that takes wing. As it flies low it soars above Lona and Laren, within its talons doth two red roses fall toward them below. Both look up at the sound of the beating of the wings.As the red rose falls so does it also break apart. Its petals touching the air and once more breaking apart. As they do, they cascade and envelope the two in splendor .Green doth the petals turn upon the lady pirate, and in turn do they turn a dazzling blue upon the elf. And they turn to a blazing light, making all drop to their knees in their vicinity.Above the town does the dove return to her, lightly doth it perch once more upon her arm. Looks up as she speaks in the language of dreams of the ancients.Rise .Thy Great ones. Rise, and be born anew, when you are so needed!Looking down at the two below covered in light, LadyThistle smiles.The blazing light burns bright around both, and as one doth the light shoot up to the clouds above, as swords them selves, of green and blue. To those below .in the square, the town itself, and upon the harbor near .their eyes look skyward in wonder and awe. Watch and remember the tales of an ancient time, as they see what takes the place of the blazing light.And from the store of white does LadyTaret come out of , and looks up. And the items drop from her arms, as a scream of agony escapes her heart.Laren! Nooooooo!!And both green and dazzling blue dragons return her agonized cry, with a resounding roar of their own, as together both dance amongst the clouds.Looking up quickly doth LadyTaret see her sister. Heard only between both Fairy Princesses doth she cry to LadyThistle.How could you?! He is not ready! He is not ready to give all he is yet!!LadyThistle gazes down upon her beloved sister, and a tear falls down.You can not continue to protect him dearest one. LadyThistle gazes down upon her friend perched on her arm. To protect him is only to leave him not really alive at all. And as this whispers down to her sister, doth the dove and fairy vanish from view.************************************************************************************************************************************Conclusion:Below all upon the world above, the darkness seeps ever upward. Finds that weakness and widens it. Soon doth the magic weaken enough, letting the darkness break free, into the world above.Slowly does it rise from the depths of the ocean vent, ocean currents churning by its passing. Slowly rising to the surface above ..Elf and Lady - Dragons reborn, land lightly upon the highest mountain. As time passes both entwine in lost love remembered, hearts set free once more to the other. As both Dragons, and then as Elf and lady do Laren and Luna embrace.Soon do they rise once more to the clouds, and as one do they hear the answering call of others unseen of their kind. Upon the land below do they gaze down, seeing the world in new eyes. The specialness, the fragility of the world below, and of all upon it.Upon the ground the fairie LadyThistle waits, as slowly both land near her. Her hand touches upon them, a tear within her eyes. As both become once more Lady and Elf, does this Fairy come close, holding each close.It has been too long, does she whisper. Too long have you been away. Both have found the other, and in so doing so, both have rebuilt your power.Laren looks toward the other fairy off to one side. Slowly doth he go to her, dropping to his knees before LadyTaret.YoungMistress, it is still I. Do not fear for your pet. rises to his feet once more, as he feels Her touch upon his hair, lightly stroking. I will always be your property Mistress. Yet, I am also the property of something larger .This world itself, Laren adds, as he looks deep in Her eyes. Tears break from his eyes, as LadyTaret folds her elf within her arms, tightly.After letting him loose, fearful tears in her eyes, LadyTaret whispers You are not ready, my pet.He must be himself, my sister. LadyThistle strokes her sisters arm lightly. You want to protect him....out of Love. Love is the thing that his strength is built upon. Your love is his strength, just as the love between these two are their greatest strength. From it alone, great magic will be brought forward into the world.Suddenly all are knocked to the ground. The world moves under their feet violently, around all, the world seems to grow darker. From the shoulder of LadyThistle doth the white dove take flight, as Elf and Lady take to dragon selves. LadyThistle climbs upon the back of Luna, as LadyTaret jumps lithely upon the back of the dragon Laren.As one doth green and blue dragon rise. Across the land they travel, past hillside and mountain. Soon spying the ocean in the distance. The white dove keeps easy pace between both dragons, as all fly over the ocean below.Show me what you see, little one. At the words of YoungMistress, doth Laren meld his mind with LadyTaret. As one, both see through his eyes. And as she sees below the waters, does she gasp. The water churning in blackness. LadyTaret looks toward her sister, sees the horror answering her own.He has broken through. He has found a weakness, LadyThistle answers.Who has broken through, replies Laren, as he circles above? Who or what is this thing causing this?He is ancient. The very embodiment of ancient evil itself, whispers LadyThistle. For eons he has been locked deep within the earth, held by magic of the fae. He found a weakness now.Continuing to circle high above, all watch the churning of the ocean turn to a large, expanding whirlpool. Who imprisoned him....and, who is he, LadyLuna speaks angrily? LadyTaret lowers her head, fearing the turn her answer will bring. Laren feels her quiver upon his mind, turns his mighty blue dragon head eyes look upon Her. Tell us YoungMistress. My heart has an answer, but wants to hear it from your lips alone.As tears fall freely, does LadyTaret speak of her deep pain within.He is my son. The First born Dragon Elf. He was a child, didnt know, LadyTaret looks at her sister.He was lost in the woods. We never found him. In his place we found his essence within this darkness, Whispers LadyThistle sadly. We trapped him, and locked him and the evilness away. He has grown .and grown stronger.Laren stares deep down into the cauldren below. Past the churning ocean, past the blackness. Follows the tendrils of evil ever deeper. At its end, he sees the truth .sees what none other sees.Where are you going, LadyTaret suddenly exclaims, as Laren drops down. Lightly he lands upon the same outcrop where he watched the ship earlier that morn.Not answering he lowers LadyTaret to the ground. Then slowly he changes for the last time, to the elf. As LadyLuna lands before him, she also changes from dragon to LadyLuna. Going to her, he holds her tightly. Between them both he shows what he has seen deep below. And shows her the opening to a cave miles away, upon a mountain top.You will never make it, whispers Luna. Please dont do this. I dont want to lose you again.What are you doing, LadyThistle demands?! We are all part of this. Dont do it alone.Laren looks deeply into her eyes. Do you believe in me? Then continue to believe in me. But- I must do this part alone. Looking up at the clouds, Laren smiles. Though I do need help making an entrance, he adds, as he looks upon the Dragons above that have answered the old call.Going to LadyTaret one last time, Laren opens his mind to her. Shows her what he has discovered. As her breath gasps, and tears flow he whispers only to her quietly.As one both Laren and Luna once more change back to Green and Blue Dragons. As they leave LadyThistle and LadyTaret upon the outcrop, both dragons climb slowly to the clouds. Soon they are joined by others, that follow to the churning ocean far in the distance. As one all circle above the Maelstrom below them. Faster and faster do all dragons circle above ..What did he tell you sister, whispers LadyThistle. What is it that I dont know?Taking a deep breath, LadyTaret looks at her dear sister. And in those eyes, after so long, light lost burn brightly. Looking back out at the mighty Dragon elves themselves, watching as the dragons change to blazing light, she whispers back.He is bringing an end to my sufffering.Faster and faster doth the Dragon Elves circle above. Above them all doth the white dove sircle slowly, a red rose within its talons. Slowly does those talons open, and rose fall down toward the dragons gathered below. Suddenly physical bodies change to blazing light, as the petals break apart upon the dragons above the maelstrom below. Blazing light of red, purple, green, silver, blue, white. Soo many colors. Circling faster then the eye can follow.Soon below, within the churning ocean below, does an open build. As one - like a bolt of lightning, the blazing light strikes the opening, and as one all travel deep down, burning the dark tendrils in its journey below.Soon all reach the vent itself. Together the blazing light burns the ground of the vent white hot, as two travel deeper. At the vent the weakness is sealed, as soon the dazzling light disspates slowlyWithin the heart itself LadyTaret and LadyThistle suddenly feels their hearts soar open. They suddenly see a cave miles away. Feel the call to go to it. Together, hand in hand, both FairyPrincesss follow the call .Deeper and deeper do the last to blazing lights travel. Blue and green travel deeper and deeper, burning the dark tendril away. Soon none is left in their path, as both follow the tunnel that opens up before them, traveling upward. Dazzling light changes once more to Blue Dragon and Green Dragon, while before their eyes opens a large cavern. Upon the ground a light shines. Landing lightly before the light, Laren and Luna look at what lies within that light. The deep sleep uninterrupted as lightly and gently Laren bends down.Together does Laren and Luna leave the large cavernAt the mouth of the cave both FairyPrincesss look at the entrance. Fairy ears hear the sounds of footsteps. Soon both watch as Laren and LadyLuna walks out of the cave entrance. All come together and gaze down at what is within Larens arms. LadyTaret touches upon the half fairy/half elf child in his arms. Tears falls as she takes the child in her arms gently .smiles lovingly as the child opens its eyes after soo long.LadyTaret gazes down with tears in her eyes, as child looks up after so long at his mother.Together, all leave the cave, carrying LadyTarets found son Elsyth.The EndDobbyShips Elf: HMS MotlieghElf Subservient: LadyJezabelElf- Slave: LadyTaraElf-Pet: WenchKathyHouse-Elf: RenaissanceBarbie