Role

Chapter 7

It is futile to attempt describing to the short lived the impact, the
gravity, the despair and tragedy when a high elf life is taken before its
time. For the arial and humans, there is only one way they can be. They flare
up in an instant and burn in the way their natures demand. And so they are
all the same, bright, brief flames that turn into nothingness. Very few of
them are unique, as none of them have time to develop into something truly
different. But high elves live for millennia. We have time and perspective to
build ourselves up slowly and deliberately into what we wish to become. And
it is us, high elves, that always build up to burn the brightest and the
longest, so we are a lasting light that keeps this world from darkness. So
when humans die, it is like the passing of a shooting star, their lives
beautiful, yet fleeting. But when a high elf life is taken prematurely, it is
like the sudden death of a star leaving a void in its place. Irreplaceable. A
tragedy worthy of despair.

With the loss of Seayon, who had so frequently acted as a spiritual guide for
Lathlaeril, he realizes now more than ever that existence without the divine
would be empty. He has started to read the ancient holy texts, searching in
them what comforting knowledge they can provide.