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Chapter 16

Lasentia walked out to the Lyceum, finding a place where she found comfort.
Her life was weighing heavily on her, and her own anger for having failed
herself and her friends far too long. She had set out to write. That time had
finally come. All the stories she held were still with her. She had clung to
them, as if to let them go would release her of her own worth. But she could
not any longer keep them. Less she take them to her grave and they be lost
forever.

The tale of the Crescent Shadows. The tales of Ckath, the demon emperor,
Knacnar the Commander of Battle. Borkahd, the Immortal Warlord of Battle. The
song of her brother Charlee, Telene the fallen Nexan she loved. The tale of
Jindicho the thrice cursed. Corvalah and Sarenata, Mayael and Magthyra. She
remembered them all. She carried them all with her. But they were not hers.
No, they belonged to Thera, and she no longer had a right to keep them.

She sat at a small desk, taking out a golden pen and some parchment. These
stories were ready, she was ready to share them. They may never be published,
but she would know their worth was in the writing, not the publication. It
was for the Heralds and Lyceum to judge what remained in the archive, it was
for her to put forth the submissions. She chuckled. She was a herald,
perhaps. Perhaps not. Iunna long ago told her any one can write. Being a
herald is about something more. She had always known that on some level she
was not a true herald, for she was not an inspiration to Thera. She was
simply an elf in love who frequented the Inn.

It was liberating almost, to have this burden off her as she began writing
the chronicles. Let the heralds and immortals view her writings. Let them
find their own merit in them, do what they wished of them. Her pages were
scribbled quickly, such was the eagerness of her to let it out. It may takes
days, weeks, months, but at the end, she would be finished. And only then
could she finally go to pay her last respects to the nameless dwarf and the
fallen Crescents. She knew Issandril would have been proud of her. That
Telene would understand why she must go. And she knew that when her soul
rested back in the wilds for eternity, it would be having lived the life she
wished.