by Ardis Ethrorrian » Mon Feb 22, 2010 1:40 pm
Oh fuck. Ardis' mind was racing going back to the day that Ash had died... going back to the way Stryder had described his Pixies ascension... what happened with Pixie had created such chaos back then, but that wasn't what she wanted to think about. She had to stay focused on what she was being told and while she listened she forced her mind to work twice as hard to come up with some real answers. She watched Ash die... she was the one who stood next to her sister when he took his last breath, she was the one who held Astrid when she had her first true breakdown, she was the one who stayed at her sisters side during the week long funeral rites held in Firyon. She was the one who returned to Pallia giving her apologies to Kiara and Losa letting them know that until a suitable replacement could be found for the man she had hand picked as her successor of the Guard she was returning to the position and that Phillip would take her place on the Council until she returned. She was the one who upended her entire life to take care of Firyons' armies needs, her sisters needs, her nephews needs, and she was the one who had stretched herself so thin because as important as her sister was, important as Firyon was, there was still someone more important that she could not abandon, and so everything reverted back to the way it had been before she became a wife and a mother... she ran herself ragged splitting time between Firyon and Pallia and thankfully Phillip did everything he could to make it easier on her. He let Kaitlyn their daughter stay in Firyon with her and he came to Firyon every chance he could because he understood the fragile state her twin was in, he understood the fragile state that Firyon was in. And now she was facing the man who had caused so much chaos, whether he knew it or not, whether he meant to or not, she had a strong feeling given his lack of memory that he truly had no idea who he was.
Damn Orry and her magic...
As all elves did Ardis could lay claim to the natural magics of their race and she was able to undo what Orry had done freeing the man. The next thing she did would probably have him thinking she really was the lunatic he thought they all were.
These stories that you've read... it's safe for me to assume that you are speaking of the histories of The Angel and the Spitfire and of the lands of Pallia and Firyon... which means you have read of Ash Deamons... son to Cyranda Jane and Stryder Deamons... brother to Stone Deamons... husband to Princess Astrid Ethrorrian High Privy Advocate and Crown Princess of Firyon, father of Prince Falcon Deamons... and Captain of Firyons Guard, chosen by Princess Ardis Ehtrorrian herself to take over the armies of Firyon when she chose to step down to marry Phillip Ryder....
Never one to play around Ardis pulled her shirt off and turned around moving her long hair from her back. In between her shoulder blades were the same marks that Ash had etched into his skin.
Take a good look Ash of the ITF, and tell me what you see?
She gave him a minute to really look then put her shirt back on. She turned around and sighed heavily.
Water fey don't die, they do however ascend, which means they are reborn in a sense, still the same but without their memories, some have been able to regain those lost memories, Cyranda Jane Deamons was able to regain hers but not after months of living another life. For some it could take years... I don't think any of us were banking on centuries though... and sadly some do not remember their former life at all... which isn't really sad for them only heartbreaking for their loved ones to know they are in the world with no memory of who they are. This isn't going to sound any saner to you than everything you've already heard... but you are not Ash Johnson, of the ITF... and least not to any of us. To us you are Ash Deamons... son to Cyranda Jane and Stryder Deamons... brother to Stone Deamons... husband to Princess Astrid Ethrorrian High Privy Advocate and Crown Princess of Firyon, father of Prince Falcon Deamons... and Captain of Firyons Guard, chosen by Princess Ardis Ehtrorrian... and I know this to be true because I am Ardis Ethrorrian... Princess of Firyon, Captain of the Guard... I'm the one who chose you to take my place all those centuries ago... and it is my twin that calls you husband and has mourned for you every second of every day since the day we all thought you died.