Lîdh | The Lost Year Ch. I [SL]

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:49 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

Late Summer, X795

"Loitanelyë."

Her voice was like ice, her words like blades cutting into the depths of her mind even in her sleep-- no, especially in her sleep. It was the one place that which from her, Atani could never escape, and she basked in every glorious moment it gave her.

"Loituvalyë illumë."

That isn't true, she wanted to respond, but she couldn't. Not in this dream. Somehow though, Yuan could still understand her unspoken words.

"No? Then tell me, what has happened in Talaz Lagaar? Why do you run?"

Atani's hand curled to a fist. Her brows furrowed. In her sleep, her body twitched lightly.

"Manen norilyë?"

Manen norissë? They both knew the answer to that; Yuan just wanted to hear it from Atani herself. All the elf would have to do is think of the answer and she would know, but Atani wasn't about to give her goddess the satisfaction.

OUTFIT

150

@ TAG

150/8400 (-20% WC, Guild Lvl. 3)

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:51 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

Her saving grace came in the form of a rolling stop. Her cabin jolted slightly as the train slowed to the upcoming station; the motion woke her up. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. Looking at the nearest clock, she figured it couldn't have been longer than an hour, but evidently that was long enough for Yuan to invade her dreams.

Atani rubbed her eyes and stood to stretch as the train came to a halt. This was not her stop; she still had a ways to go, but she was getting there... running there, as Yuan would put it. Her words still echoed in the elf's mind:

Manen norilyë?

In the moment, it was because of what happened on Talaz Lagaar. Not just from the Fractured Sky. Not just from the Void. Though those certainly made everything worse, so much had happened after, it made Atani realize she was not fit for her job.

OUTFIT

158

@ TAG

308/8400

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:52 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

Not just as a Rune Knight, but as a mage as a whole. She was supposed to be a healer, and yet everything she touched, she destroyed. There was but one brief moment with Elioriel just after her sacrifice to the Fractured Sky where she thought that maybe, just maybe she and Yuan could work things out, but no. Yuan made sure to strip her from any sense of hope, and she did a damn good job of it. Seizing control of her body was one thing. Once she managed to do that... ?

Úpartalë.

All the fear Atani remembered from when she had first lost control of her magic so long ago, when she discovered that it was even capable of harming others, it all returned in one giant wave. There was nothing she could do but watch as Yuan wreaked havoc on her enemies, going much further than Atani would have ever gone.

OUTFIT

155

@ TAG

463/8400

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:53 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

She was terrified that one day, Yuan would cross the line and take a life-- make her take a life. And maybe it wouldn't even be on purpose. Maybe it would be accidental. Or maybe it wouldn't even be an enemy, but rather a civilian who got caught in the crossfire. An innocent.

There were nights when she feared so much as to fall asleep. Allowing Yuan even that small of a window to take over... She couldn't take the risk. It wasn't healthy. She knew that. On top of that, she knew the only way to move forward would be to grow stronger, to gain better control of her magic, but that was hard to do when you were running on a couple hours of sleep and depleted mana reserves.

She thought she could do it alone. She had done so before numerous times with Mórinna and the chaos she caused.

OUTFIT

152

@ TAG

615/8400

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:55 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

But Yuan was an entirely different beast. Mórinna never had a physical form outside of the one she took within her mind. She never had the capability of changing Atani's features, completely taking over her body. A shift in personality though and a 'gift' of magic-- those were all too familiar. Atani had hoped that Elioriel's help would be all that she needed, but alas...

She took out the folded piece of paper from within her pocket: a letter of recommendation for Amaforth Academy given to her by the Magic Council. Her ears twitched in annoyance. It wasn't that she disliked studying. In fact, she quite adored all things academia. But for it to be all but forced upon her as a result of her own inability to control her magic? She just never thought it would get this bad.

She ran her fingers over the seal stamped at the bottom of the letter.

OUTFIT

154

@ TAG

769/8400

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:57 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

It wouldn't be long before the train reached southern Fiore, where she would be able to hop on a boat, dock briefly in Caelum, then finally sail off to Amaforth Academy.

Huh, Caelum...

Of course she knew of the country. Who on Earthland didn't? But there was something else, something that seemed oddly familiar. Though no, perhaps 'familiar' wasn't the right word; she hadn't visited the land before, but there was definitely something about it. Elvhenair was close by-- she knew that for certain. Which again, she had never visited, and yet she was fluent in the tongue. This was not too atypical of Wood Elves given the great similarities between Elvarin and Val'Elvarin, but she spoke both to the same degree. Though she preferred Val'Elvarin, Elvarin too just felt... right. As if she had spoken it since birth. And yet she didn't know a lick of Caelese. Interesting, wasn't it?

OUTFIT

151

@ TAG

920/8400

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

**Atani** · Wed Nov 06, 2024 2:58 pm

Epithet :

The Sylvan Fay

Guild :

Rune Knight

Jewels :

8,605,250

Rank :

B-Rank

Race :

Athlas Elf

Experience :

248,375

Reputation :

10,900

Class :

Cleric

Aura :

Empress

Magic :

Yuan, the Goddess of the Mercy

Strength :

1

Speed :

31

Constitution :

121

Endurance :

11

Intelligence :

311

Mana :

4,175

Body :

Cape :

Ring :

Modification :

The Sylvan Fay

But it was no matter. The largest barrier she would have to cross was docking at the Isles of Caelum and boarding the next ship out to Amaforth. There, at the Academy, she would encounter a large mix of cultures, many of which she knew to come from Fiore, especially now given the Council's support.

Tucking the paper back into her pocket, Atani leaned back against her seat and looked out the train window once more. It began to move once more. With all the people around her and in such a calm environment, perhaps it wouldn't be the worst idea to try and get some shuteye while she still could. It would still be a few hours until she reached the south, and she doubted she would be able to get much sleep on the boat. She paused her thoughts to see if Yuan was still there, but the goddess remained silent.

Good.

Closing her eyes, the elf drifted off to sleep once more. The next time she awoke, it would be for her trip across seas.

OUTFIT

178

@ TAG

1098/8400

ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography + GS

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