Fragments, #5

86 Colossus, 1317
(~10 years, 6 months before HoT)

She’s lost track of the days in the perpetual night, the sun unable to pierce the heavy curtains. She slept the days away, but could never shake off the perpetual tiredness that enveloped her.

She forces herself up, idly reaches for an apple sitting atop a miniature tower of fresh fruit, left on her nightstand. They mostly leave her alone now, or maybe they’ve given up on her.

Aerie feels a twinge of sadness at this, but she’s already given up on herself, a long time ago.

Fragments, #4

84 Colossus, 1317
(~10 years, 6 months before HoT)

Aerie’s room was dim, bleak, as if the very lighting would reflect the dejection contained within.

The grayness permeated the room, like the fog in a limbo between light and dark. Dressers and cabinets lined the room, nondescript shapes, like a landscape obscured by mist. The heavy curtains held back the sun, the light desperate to enter, to dispel the darkness within.

She went to help.

Fragments, #3

84 Colossus, 1317
(~10 years, 6 months before HoT)

Every morning, as part of her duties, she would visit the smithy. It was tradition that the fires of the forge be lit by one of the House’s practicing elementalists, and she wasn’t one to argue with tradition, at least not here. It was a duty she took with the utmost seriousness. Pride. Fitting, that all the base metals should be heated with Firebrand fire, in their journey to be molded into objects of beauty.

Her husband watched her as he fixed his apron. His duties had expanded and often took him elsewhere now, but he still insisted on putting hours into the smithy whenever he could. One never grows out of their first true love.

And recently he’d been putting in quite a few hours, for a project of the utmost importance.

Fin

(OOC note:  In the vast ocean of possibilities, some happy, some not, this is one droplet, one way it could all end.  So, obviously not canon.)

She spins around with practiced ease, blades flashing, fiery hair flying.  She is a graceful dancer, an agile predator in her natural habitat.

She is also doomed.

Fragments, #2

77 Colossus, 1317
(~10 years, 6 months before HoT)

The vacant seat at the table tore at her.

It’d been an increasingly common sight over the last couple months.  At first Aerie had seemed to be coping well enough with the revelation she would never be an elementalist; she’d absorbed that blow with grace and dignity, so it appeared.

And then the night terrors started.  Then she’d stopped eating.  Fatigue overtook her easily, and she’d stopped going outside.  The healthy blush in her cheeks faded away.  The light in her eyes dulled.  The warmth in her being cooled.

Doctors were sent for, and treatments prescribed, but it seemed no healer could truly pinpoint the cause of Aerie’s malaise.  But Aquila knew, and understood: the heavy disappointment had simply extinguished her daughter’s flame.

Fragments, #1

85 Scion, 1317
(~10 years, 8 months before HoT)

What do you do, if your child’s most defining experience was also her most traumatic?

“I’m sorry, Lady Firebrand… your daughter has thus far displayed almost no elemental inclination whatsoever, and there is no indication she ever will.  At this rate, we must terminate her training, effective immediately.”

Introductions

I was “convinced” to make a blog for my GW2 character, Aerie Firebrand, by some “friends”, so here goes nothing.  All information hereafter is assumed to be IC/canon unless otherwise stated.