Inherited Purpose

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Dor'alanor, my faithful Journal. To another day's training. To another night's sorrow. To my father, whom watches over me.

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Father, oh Father. Am I enough? Do you watch upon me; with pride and passion?

Father, oh Father. Do I show potential? Am I to be your successor, your equal, your better?

Father, oh Father. Do you miss me? I miss you.

Father, oh Father. I will make you proud. I will do as you would. As mother would. On the day we meet again, we will share tales, those that you never got tell me. Those that you, assuredly, saw from the ever-onwards.

Father, oh Father. We are worlds apart, but in your blade, we are together. I am your flower, no longer. But I will be far more. It is my promise, and gift. To you in parting.

-Your Flower, Your Lorelai.

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Dor'alanor, my faithful Journal. To another day's training. To another night's sorrow. To my father, whom watches over me.

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Father, oh Father. I have done it. My first step, up that long and winding case to meet you. I have worked up my courage, and found myself a spot amongst the Elzara. I spoke to the king! I don't know what he thought of me, but that will be seen in time. I am your daughter, your blade-in-death. And I will do right by your name, our name. The armor fits wonderfully, and the cloak is nothing short of stunning!

I wish you could see it, but I know that is too much to ask. I just wish I could know how you are, beyond. Are you happy? Is mother there?

I guess I don't have much to write tonight, I'm just. Really happy.


I love you, my Father. This begins the brightest days of my life. May you watch them well.

-Your Lorelai

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Dor'alanor, my faithful Journal. To another day's training. To another night's sorrow. To my father, whom watches over me.

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It's strange, father. How in your passing, only then did I flourish. It's strange. I miss you, heartfully. I would give all my training away, to have you back. But everyone and everything is so. So kind. The world is a beautiful place, my father. I have seen trees of new hues. Coasts that I could never have felt the sand of. Such varied individuals. Many amazing, some trouble. But all, a piece of this world that you were keen to look upon with bright eyes.

I feel good, father. I feel like I am doing you proud. I grow strong, I grow able. My magic blooms, my kinship grows with my fellows. It is hard, for me. It is one thing to be cordial, but to be friends    kin with so many, it has been hard. But I believe I am doing...well? 

I think you would like them. They are all very kind. They all hold the same love for our home that you did. They all seek to bloom. Just as you did your best to keep me safe, so too father will I keep them safe.

I don't really know what brought me to write, tonight. Things are good, but I don't think anyone truly monumental has happened. I have begun to know my superiors. Some of them. They are all so amazing, I have to work harder. Train more. Learn more. I want to stand as their equal, when the day comes. Not simply as their aide.  I want to be reliable. 

I will be reliable. I will be the shield of our forests, of our many so amazing people. I will see each kindness repaid with safe roads, happy homes, and flourishing life where I can nurture it. I love you, my Father.  I think that's all, for tonight. Adell aul eruna.

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On a night dreary, a beleaguered Elzaran digs out a journal. In skimming it's now dusty pages for comfort, she finds herself compelled to finally write anew.

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Dor'alanor, my faithful father, whom watches over me.

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I don't know.

Was it right?   I believe so. In my days, whilst I might have wished for better--happier, circumstances, I don't think I have ever found the path I've chosen unjust. It was right, and the order was truly the best we could do. I know this, I know this. But then, why does it hurt so? Why do I feel such regret? Why am I not celebrating, finding solace in this one hard decision; making manifest better days?

You always told me, that the biggest duty of any whom could fight, was defending those who couldn't. To fight for those who didn't have the strength to fight any longer. I believed you, that this was the way of things. But I think I understand, now. I know why you always seemed so tired. So tense, in those moments you thought yourself alone. Why you didn't let it show.

The Right Thing is not always the Kind Thing.

As I sit here, as I feel my chest tighten and my head throb, I think I now understand you more then I ever had in the past, my father. My dear inspiration. I never knew you so strong, to allow such love in your life, despite the burden. I am not so strong, my father.

But my love knows no bounds, and I think if I was put in the same spot, ten times over I would have done the same thing. Ten times over. It was right, His Excellency was right. I just wish that.

That It didn't hurt so much.
I'll be strong, father. For you. For me. And for our home. I will make myself be the one that acts, where others can not. I won't let this happen to me again.
So allow me this moment of weakness, just this night. Let these sorrows never so fester, again.

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Your Flower, Your Lorelai.