My dearest Sionna.
It seems that all I ever do anymore is pen my musings in the tattered book. A book filled with letters that I shall never send, that you shall never read. More and more, I wish that I could return to you. But I am uncertain as to whether that shall ever be possible. For, while I do so long to be with you once more, I find myself doubting that I am ready to confront the pain it will surely cause. And I wonder if you would know me at all.
It is a strange thing. It has been nine years, almost to the day, since I left. And my desire to see you has begun to affect more than my dreams. Here and there, I catch a glimpse of auburn hair and I expect you to turn around and smile at me. And when you turn, it is never you. Only a stranger.
Until yesterday.
I know she was not you. But my thoughts dwell with you so much that, as the woman turned, I could not breath. True, she was a great distance away, so I could not see her in great detail. But I felt my heart pause for a moment, waiting for her to show some sign that she saw me, that she recognized me.
She did neither.
But I should have known that it was not you. The woman had with her a child. Boy or girl, I could not tell, as the child was heavily-cloaked against the cold of winter. Either way, it mattered not. She was not you, could never have been you, for you are leagues upon thousands of leagues distant. And here sit I, alone in this chill room in a nigh-rundown inn, penning uselessly away by the meager light of the window. No, I fear that you are forever lost to me, as am I to you-
Wait a moment. There is someone at the door . . .
Laying the quill along the middle of the worn book, which he then lay open upon the cot, the dark elf, Tejas, slowly rose to his feet. He pushed a small cork into the ink bottle to prevent it spilling, then set it on the small table beside the cot. His boots gave light scuffing sounds against the floorboards as he moved toward the door. There was nothing that could have prepared him for the face he saw when he opened it.
"Samui?" he said, blinking several times, thinking that his eyes decieved him.
"Well met, old friend," came the reply. The knight, Kori Samui, still had a youthful appearance to him, seeming no more than a boy, despite the faint scar on his cheek and the slight darkening of his once-blonde hair. His pale blue eyes still sparkled. "How have you fared, these long years?"
"But-" The dark elf had to pause to find his words. "How- How did you get here? How did you find me?"
Samui shook his head. "It most certainly was not an easy task. By intention or not, you can be a difficult man to find. We have been looking for you for nigh three years now."
The elf raised an eyebrow in question. "We? What do you mean?"
"Between Darckin, Tobias and myself, we were finally able to trace your path an-"
"No," Tejas interrupted, "you cannot be here! I told you in my letter that I was not to be followed! I left Sionna in your care, in
all of your care! That the three of you would set out after me and leave her-"
"But they didn't," a soft voice cut him off. A cloaked figure moved into view to stand next to the knight. "Had they not come, I would have come without them." Delicate hands came up and pulled back the hood of the cloak, revealing stunning green eyes like flawless emeralds. The woman's face was fair, but not so fair that she freckled easily, and her face was shrouded by waves of auburn hair. "You have run from yourself for long enough, my husband. It is time for you to come home."
The dark elf felt his heart leap with joy at the sight of her. Despite the years and the near-mythical image he'd held in his memory, she was more beautiful than he could ever recall.
But he shook his head sadly. "I cannot. There is so much . . . so much that you do not know."
"And much that you
should know, my love," she countered. She looked to the side and made a beckoning motion. After a few seconds, a young boy came into sight, pressing close to the woman, as if unsure. The boy glanced at the dark elf with grey eyes, intense and intelligent. His hair was snow white and just short, just above his gently pointed ears. The skin of his face and hands was a very light shade of grey, telling away the non-human part of his heritage. "Tejas, I want you to meet Tearva."
"Your son."