The End

~Eloril~

I was able to remain oblivious to the commotion for a little while. After finally getting the opportunity to raise two of my own children, who could be very delightful, zoning in an out at the appropriate moments had been a skill I had quickly picked up. Letting my mind wander was even easier to accomplish considering the fact that I was also rather tired. I lazily flipped to the next page in my book. The words were barely sinking in, but the half-hearted skimming I was doing was a much needed distraction. If only it had been a strong enough distraction. The commotion got so much louder that I couldn't ignore it any longer.

Behind the Scenes Special 4

Due to some issues giving me problems, I wasn't able to get enough material ready for a normal update today. So you'll all be getting another Behind the Scenes update today instead! It covers the last of Ellothiel's time in Riverview, her kidnapping arc, and Urelia's side story.

Starting us off is a picture I can't remember for the life of me why I took it, haha. Ellothiel doesn't do a lot of idles, so I must have found this action interesting or something. *shrug*

A Mother's Guilt

Urelia

It is one of my most fondest memories. It is one I hate the most. It shows me how much I had, but also how much I have lost. If things had never been so wonderful, then all the horrible things that happened wouldn't have hurt as much. I would have never done what I regret the most if I hadn't had those terrible memories to haunt me. However, the reality is that those terrible memories will plague my eternal life. The worse reality is that I will always have to remember the cruel things I have achieved with my own hands for eternity as well. I suppose I should pause and take a step back before I get too far ahead of myself though.

That memory. That day. It was such an ordinary one. There was absolutely nothing unusual that happened. My mother, Rynania, and I went out to our favorite spot- a small, clear field in the middle of a grove of trees. It was our special place. We went there each and every day without fail. In those times, there was not a lot of urgency about anything. There had never been war. There had never been betrayal. The humans were still a young people, and we got along with them peacefully. I had no interaction with them until they did shift into the murders they would become. Yes, the many years leading up till that point were days filled with calm serenity. Nana and I could spend hours at that field in the grove never having to worry about being anywhere or doing anything.