by Astrid Ethrorrian » Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:23 pm
Three hundred eleven years, nineteen days, seven hours and twenty seconds... no make that twenty one seconds now. That's how long it had been since the day her entire way of life was brought down around her head, reduced to nothing but a pile of rubble... nothing remained not even ash... Ash. Alone in the same bed that she had slept in from the first afternoon she became a wife, the same bed where her only child, their only child was brought into the world with a rebel yell so loud that Ash laughed through his tears. The same bed where her heart stopped beating and became dead to the world, Astrids mind went back to that day, where she had failed Firyon, failed her parents, failed their son and more than anything failed the man she had vowed her life, her heart, her body and soul to. After three centuries it was all still so clear in her mind, the events that led up to the death of her husband, the beginning of the end of everything for her. Those memories were kept at bay when the sun came down, she kept herself immersed in the politics of Carrid, carrying out the same duties of her office that she had once done just for Firyon unless she was called on by the King and Queen of Pallia, but after that day she had gone into a downward spiral, nothing had been able to get her to come out of the deep dark state of mind she had fallen into. If the situation with Falcon hadn't happened, her entire family believed that Astrid would be lost to them forever. It took her son, Ashs' son being caught by Lycans, the very same Tribes that had taken her husbands life for her to snap out of her self imposed prison and by the time she was through with her sisters help, that Tribe was wiped out of existence and Falcon was returned where he belonged. Once the sun rose high in the sky and Astrid turned in to sleep, a habit she trained herself to do after she had been turned, it was then that the memories of that day would rush up on her holding her in their iron grip...
The negotiations had been going well, a new peace treaty was being arranged between the Tribe led by Romolus Woolse, a Lycan with a harmless sounding name but there had been nothing harmless about the man at all, and she knew this going in but she was hoping on her charm, her intelligence, and her belief that the Tribe wanted to reach a suitable agreement as much as Firyon did. The dispute between the two realms had started over a Lycan woman who had come to Firyon begging for sanctuary, and Astrids parents being who they were granted that sanctuary, when they learned that the woman was the mate of Lycan leader they sent Astrid to work her magics with her silver tongue and sharp mind. She had been too confident, too willing to believe that Romolus would not risk war over one woman, and she had been wrong. The very day that the agreements were supposed to be signed Astrid had been taken and held in the rooms that had been made available to her during her time on lycan lands, for two weeks she was held. She didn't learn the full extent of what happened until the doors to those same room were thrown open and two men came inside dragging the body of her husband with them. The way they threw Ash to the floor made her wince but she held herself together, until she saw his wounds, until she was informed that if Romolus could not have his mate, then she would not have hers, she would not have anything, she would know what it was like to lose everything. As quickly as they had brought him to her they took him away and for two days she screamed, ranted, raved, begged and pleaded to be set free, it was the only time that she could remember ever going into a full on panic and allowing her emotions to rule over her. Two days was all it took for Ardis and James Kensington to cut a path through Chantham to rescue her. For two days Ash held on waiting for her and on the second day, when her freedom was won and she was home in Firyon, when she knelt at his bedside her head in his shoulder, her face buried in his neck, her free falling tears washing over his skin, Ash Deamons told her to look at him, pulled her by the neck gently to him, kissed her and then breathed his last breath...
She woke in the night with his name tearing from her in a scream, the quilt that was over her was covered in sweat, her pillow stained with tears, her heart felt just as shattered as it had been since that day. Breathing heavy, calming herself and remembering where she really was Astrid turned over to the empty side of the bed where Ash should have been and she stayed there until she ran out of tears for that night to shed.