[ATAE] Where is Saccharine?

[ceyella]

A cry for help...

Some of this was written by Melody who deserves credit for their work and I will mark their post

Among the wilderness, hills and trees behind Evereska crying can be heard echoing at odd hours. It's probably caused a few to wonder, as the Faerie creature Saccharine seems to have totally succumb to grief. Evereskian officials have removed her from fighting until she recovers, as her behavior had become increasing erratic and antagonistic, combined with a perchance for mutilation of enemy soldiers, and an increasing fascination with death causing many of the supporting soldiers to worry.

With her first prayer to Eilistraee unanswered and increasing destabilized by what happened to Isandra, Saccharine has totally fallen to loss, and fled the camps. No one has noticed such a insignificant figure missing, and she probably won't be missed.

With a final desperate prayer to Eilistraee. She begins to consider her goddess has forsaken her, forsaken them. No response, no reply and Eilistraee let what happened to Isandra happen. Death would have been a merciful end. Again and again she has given her all to the goddess, always ignored.

She screams in agony as her promises to Isandra wrap around her like burning chains. Torturing her mind as she desperately claws at her face and scalp. Her spirit smoldering under the weight of her nature. Screaming to throw herself into the fray and kill every last drow. To let vengeance consume her, but she promised, she swore to Isandra she wouldn't lose herself.

"Please Eilistraee I'm so alone... Isandra is gone, please help me, help her. I've given you everything, I've tried so hard to live for her. I'm losing myself, and she is gone...Please make the pain go away..Please.. I'm so powerless.."

Sadcharine rambles, begs, sobs, on and on as the hours go by, as the days go by.

Until in her mad desperation, and raging grief and sorrow Saccharine reaches out to another power. Gently whispering to merhandesh, and waiting to see which god would care about little old her, when the only person who truly believed in her is gone forever.

((Melody))

As Saccharine's screams of agony echo across the hills, for a time, they go unrequited. Little seems to dim the anguish she is in, nor provide her relief or succor for her heartache and pain.

Yet as she rambles, begs, sobs, and screams out her soul's lament, a figure begins to watch her. It watches her in silence for a time, and time, and times again, always just out of her periphery. Every time she turns, she sees something reflected - like light catching from a mirror - whose glimmer is beautiful and mysterious.

When at last Saccharine succumbs to her mad desperation and reaches out to another power, the name "Merhandesh" seems to find the desperate fey-creature's mark.

Merhandesh Vyshaan glitters into being, his short-cropped hair waving in a soft breeze. Around him float motes of light that twinkle and reflect, almost like grains of sand or mirrors reduced to the tiniest size. His clear, golden eyes, golden hair, and golden skin are unblemished. His gaze the quintessence of Ar'Tel'Quessir, his expression no longer amused, as it has been before.

His feet never touch the ground as he walks. Every step forms ripples beneath him, and as he approaches Saccharine, the visage of his handsome beauty is like that of the Seldarine gazing kindly, if filled with gravity, from above.

In one hand he carries a powerful axe, decorated with Vyshaan symbolism. Heavy and weighty, he yet carries it with ease. Floating nearby, a staff swirls with a single mote of light that seems to display scenes within the tiny star buried within. It is contained within an arcen moon of Star Metal, and should Saccharine gaze into it for but a moment, scenes of the past and future play out within its depths.

Yet it is Merhandesh's powerful visage, searing with vibrantly gold-white light, that overpowers sight of all else.

He gazes upon her with a kindness and pity, his expression as smooth as his skin.

He says nothing. He merely offers out his hand, reaching to her, like a god offering salvation.

((End Melody))

Saccharine lays on the ground, Eilistraee not responding, what had she done to offend her goddess so? Did she fail Isandra, that badly? Is her redemption not possible? Forsaken by even Isandra's goddess...the weight of it all, tearing her mind apart. As she feels she is to give into unconsciousness she notices the glimmers around herself mistaking them for a trick of her tired soul until HE appears.

She gazes upon the ethereal beauty before her, tears fill her eyes anew and wash down her cheeks. She swallows, reaching for the hand, desperate to take it, The surging storm overwhelming her. Her gaze catches on the timepiece with renewed desperation, for a moment, drawn into its depths with a madness of one willing to do anything to save the one they love most.

Swaying dizzily as she takes his hand, she mumbles but few words, struck that such a being would honor her, help her... save her, when none else would. Pushing herself up, trying to reach the man, haggard and dirty from battle, small bleeding wounds scuffs, the hunger gnawing at her, as he did not know how long she had been away.

"Because the butterfly knew the sensation of flying, it could not carry the weight of its light body floating about aimlessly..."

With those final words she collapses into the man, unable to go on, her eyes closing as she feels relief for the first time in weeks