The DollMaker of BellaMorte came into the Clan because her creation, Ishani, brought her there. It was her who helped me save Alonzo's life after the fire that nearly consumed him. Like Lemar, her soul had been lost to the abyss, but unlike a normal mortal, it being there made her forget what she was. Only upon gaining her trust and rescuing her soul did this story come to light. I share it with you now.
~First Section of the Gift~
*Lyre Arai*
*Lisren of Marien Domme*
*Lishrani of Orikan Elshen, and Derikai Morhaman*
I am what is known as an Aldeveir.. and as I write this I know I am the last one. We are spirits conceived from the dreams of the last Drakren of the lands. Our ancestors gave up the flesh to guard and protect the delicate balance between the world of dreams and reality.
We are the watchers of the worlds.. and I know my time is nearly done. For I have undergone the Elden Righ.. the last Rite of passage and my Chylde will soon be born, feasting upon the flesh I have been given for this short Cycle so she might live where I will die. Her Dono, my bonded for the cycle will care for her when I am gone.. but I must now write this to tell her the story of our kindred.. and why she is and will be the last and first of her kind.
~I am an elder, and have the last retaining memory of what has past... my dono gave me the memories of the Kitsunae and the Draco.. the younglings left when the Drakren became the Aldeveir. My Mere tied when she laid the egg that would birth me... and my birthing was hard on my Dono. I was the Larval form of my kindred, the most weakened form we hold for so short a time. Small little serpents in this form me learn and become what we will and wish... bound only by the limits our Dono have given us... we retain very little of our birth Arden, but the memories and the powers bestowed...
It took me only a score of decades before I transcended into the form of a Kittling... small and wild I took the form of a fox first.. and learned slowly the nature of the Tiger that my Dono Pere cared for so much. I am a changer unlike my mother, after all we all have our own abilities and no Aldeveir has ever been the same.
When we transcend.. we learn to shift into what will be our primary forms... but in the end we hold no real boundaries for what we can become.. after all our form and physical nature is bound only by the land we inhabit. We are wanderers and healers... and learners... We feed upon the light of the sun and moons. And we ever watch the dreaming worlds.
Our purpose is to watch and guard the rift between the Astral realms and the real... and when I die it will fall upon my little Tryniti to do the same.
After all this... I found the one thing that should never have come to be... my brother.
Aldeveir rarely live past the first birthing, and my mother being the rarity she is, half human not immortal she gave birth twice and lived past the first... in the end I had to kill the Eldzeddrin.. but that is a tale for another time.
We are all different littling, and no two are the same, bound by the elements I am a chylde of ice and wind.. and ye.. a chylde of fire and immortality... Learn well from your Ashidono.. and love them as even now I love you.~
*Elden Righ*
~I know not how it will be with you my little one... but with myself life was odd and hard at times... I learned quickly what I needed and where I was needed. I have been in many a battle where the dreams I can provide have proven useful to the world...
We are creatures of dreams.. we create spin and weave all you know and see. You are a dream.. created by those that looked beyond what was possible, for in reality Dono are strong dreamers, that we for a little while can bind with and create a dream that is in some small part a reality. When the drakren, became the Aldeveir they lost the ability to procreate, and learned in time to create from the flesh of others through a bond called the Elden Righ...
This takes all differently, I myself was nearly seven millennium in age before it took me and you were created. The dreamers that made you are special indeed, strong and precious to my heart.. it will hurt them to find I will pass with this birthing.. But I found mine perhaps in time it will be the same for you.. even if you are not truly of my kind you are still a dreamer.~
~Changling Time~
~The beginnings of the change come slowly my Kittling, as you learn the dreams that made you... come into fruitation and the powers that were given in those dreams waken... we are all different my Kittling, I was born of the dreams of a Changling, and a healer.. I heal and change at a whim and have the powers of the elements at my command. I am as much a Chylde of this earth as any because of this. It is not always so.. some of us are but shadows.. and smudges of reality... it all depends on the Dono... the dream shapers that make us who we are.~
~Learning Paths~
When you have discover your calling, who and what you are.. then you are awakened.. it depends only on this that you truly become an adult.~
~A pale from falls from the void... pale and lost in a dream from which she cannot seem to wake... each time she returns to the world it is within this bubble that she cannot seem to leave.
The pale form is indeed the lost and missing bondmate of Lakota and Malakai, though where she has been and why she left is not quite known at this time.
She just lays there, seeming to simply dream the world away, within a sphere of reality from another place.
She is Lyre.... Aldevier and guardian, but what befell her lies within the dreams of a slumbering dream... that only one person can wake her from.~
Sold is the soul, I am forgotten forsaken... so I will be what I am ... until I trust to give another of the pale ones a chance to rescue me... Until then I sleep...
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Asked as I have been for my history, I did not think it would be this hard to speak of the past as I remember it. A memory holds all that you once were and though time can make then hazy and strange almost like the very dreams I wonder, yet I can remember the beginning and where it brought me after all this time. I didn't start life as most do, born of a mortal creature and embraced into the life of immortality. Rather I was born into it an estranged creature that in truth most have forgotten even exist. So I will begin with that telling, the beginning as all stories should start. With all that brought me to the clan I now am learning, and the small fey creature that held onto my heart when it should have been lost.
I remember the hazy feeling of the time before being made, a birth you could call it I suppose if you consider being nothing more than a dream to start with a birth. I was 'born' in the dream of a child, my mother created me that way for a father I have none but the wind that blew me her way. As the seeds of my existence were sewed into being I learned as slowly as time itself of all that could be and all that had been. My mother was the last of her kind, and through her dreaming brought me to life as nothing more than a serpentine creature who watched the world but couldn't hold her own.
Then my mother died, and I was left drifting in the misty place of my beginnings, with nothing but the brush of the wind at my back to ease my pain. The winds then taught me where to go, and how to learn and grow in this place... it is still mine a quiet stillness that exists out of time. Yet it wasn't enough something pushed and pulled until finally I learned to listen and heard the voices of those dreamers deep in slumber and from those dreams I learned my craft and how to take a living form outside of this place and in the world of mankind, the strongest dreamers after all are those with little as it is. Time meant nothing there, so my age cannot truly be surmised... though I know that for a time those dreams had not existed at all.
That world was strange to me, as I began as nothing at first but a shadow that drifted across the land tying the unbound soul that was mine to living thing after living thing. In those years I was groundless, free as the wind that drew me across the world yet subjective to the things that I was learning. Four feet I grew and ran as the small fox, or a small cat in the huts and grass covered homes that these strange dreamers knew well. Then to the sands and deserts of dark skinned men that built things that were all but impossible to believe.
I learned to travel the dreams of these people, and to learn the lives they led and that led me finally to the clan of the Phoenix... where I learned how to be human. Where I learned how to dream a dream of my own. I lived with those there for years though those memories blur in the pain and bittersweet joy I held for a long time. And two of the strongest dreamers drew me into their midst, but innocent as I was I was ignorant of the fact that some dreamers are not those of bright joy.... but deepest sorrow and betrayal.
Mikhail and Lakota... the king and the queen of those there, let me feed from their dreams and time went on.. and I like my mother before me dreamed a dream and a kitling was to be born. I spun my dreams in the Misty place drawing power from those around me until it was too late to fight was coming. Before she even came into the word the childe I would have called Tryniti, Born of the three, died all for the sake of the power I held.
Those I trusted above all betrayed me to those that fed upon what I was, the decay of lost dreams and my soul bound as it was to them fled into the abyss and the body I held destroyed those that betrayed me and my power became as nothing. The shadow of what I had become without a soul and without a shred of true power and sight walked the world like those same nightmares that I would have belonged too.
That creature called herself the Doll-Maker, and the memories of that time still fill me with loathing and regret. Time passed as I watched and yet still did those things myself to the brightest dreamers the word had seen, tearing their dreams and turning them into a mockery of all that had come before. Those few centuries and I watched the world change around me, and more of those that were like the clan of Phoenix became apparent. Though they didn't feed off of the emotions of dreams... rather the blood of the living.
Curious I became about this kind, and those that changed with the light of the moon and for a time I stopped in my bitter killing, and experiments in the wrecked doll like body that kept that shade of me still upon the earth. There within the midst of everything I saw a bright soul that filled my own with a shred of what I thought couldn't exist. Fascinated I watched her.. in all her splendor and time after time she passed through difficult trials and won her own games. A dreamer so bright I could not touch, for it hurt to see what I had destroyed and what had been destroyed... for once I had dreamed as bright.
That creature is my Ishani, and slowly she drew a soul in shadow into the light of the world again, and helped that which was the Doll maker become the dreamer again. Through her I met those of her clan, and the few short months there after.. I learned slowly to trust until I allowed my soul to be bound again.. and there I stand bound to the creature Jisper born of need as I once was.. and share my power with another clan, though I am lesser than I once was I still have the sight to see what is to come..
One day... my sweet little kitling I'll be able to think of you without pain, and with joy to know at least I dreamed something to the world.
I am Lyre Arai... the Aldevier, spirit guardian of those I protect and that is what I always will be. For though the shape I hold changes from moment to moment... I am still the spirit that needs the bond to hold a living form and that is the way of belonging to a dream.
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