Melodia stood atop the tall bone spire across from Bronze Lake, looking out over the beauty of the land and inhaled deeply. The views always took her breath away...from the palace nearby to floating isles of Nym, and the forest laid out below. All of it was supposed to be awe-inspiring, something to make her smile. After all, this was her special place. Climbing it was always risky and dangerous, but the view was always worth it.
And yet, she was weeping, silently. Her feet far too close to the edge as she felt the tears streaming down her face. Her arms were stretched out wide, as if she could fly, though she couldn't.
She couldn't even muster the courage to simply fall...to let Hydaelyn take her body while the Twelve could take her soul.
She was a coward. A lonely and lost coward.
As she wept, her sobs got louder and she screamed, a sad and desperate sound in the air as it echoed. She stood for minutes and hung her head, taking a small step backward. Her voice was low and shaky.
"Maybe tomorrow....tomorrow..."
She made her way down. It was three times in three days she had done the same routine.
The fall might eventually come, she thought. The day when she might be brave enough.
Maybe tomorrow.
And yet, she was weeping, silently. Her feet far too close to the edge as she felt the tears streaming down her face. Her arms were stretched out wide, as if she could fly, though she couldn't.
She couldn't even muster the courage to simply fall...to let Hydaelyn take her body while the Twelve could take her soul.
She was a coward. A lonely and lost coward.
As she wept, her sobs got louder and she screamed, a sad and desperate sound in the air as it echoed. She stood for minutes and hung her head, taking a small step backward. Her voice was low and shaky.
"Maybe tomorrow....tomorrow..."
She made her way down. It was three times in three days she had done the same routine.
The fall might eventually come, she thought. The day when she might be brave enough.
Maybe tomorrow.
