Journey's Crossing
Aileena and Yilyen
Bertoxxulous

Story by
Rhea

he bridge had been built ages ago, long before the first dragons appeared in Norrath. It had survived through ancient wars, prevailed nature's wrath, and softly whispered the names of those who had crossed its graceful pillars. Its stone had become weathered and cracked, but still in sufficient condition to accommodate any passerby.

The day was still new and the blazing sun had not yet fully risen. The breeze blew lightly through the evergreens and the air was crisp, cooling the rugged bridge and its newly-arrived companion. His name was Yilyen, a High Elf, on his way to meet his brethren in battle deep within the swamps of Innothule. He had stopped for a brief moment to catch his breath when he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Good morning, my Lord."

An elven woman, a Wood Elf by the intricate design of her armor, stood before him, her dark hair swaying in the gentle breeze. The ever-constant beating of his heart seemed to skip as he noticed her lovely features and natural beauty.

"Good morning to you too, M'Lady. What brings you here on this fine day?" The sun seemed to have set in, for he could feel his palms begin to sweat beneath his gloves.

"I have come from my home among the trees of Kelethin to join the battle of our people in Innothule. I am presently on my way to our camp. Have you any knowledge of its whereabouts?" Though at ease from the looks of her outside appearance, inside she was as jubilant as a butterfly. His charming looks and piercing eyes sparked a tiny flutter in her stomach.

"Indeed, you are in luck. I am journeying there myself, M'lady. Or shall I call you... ?" He asked imploringly, gazing deeply into her clear, blue eyes.

"Aileena," she softly replied.

"Aileena," he bowed, " I am Yilyen, son of the Solonar of the Seventh House of Felwithe."

His eyes met hers and he smiled, not knowing the sudden drop in her stomach as he continued to stare into her eyes.

"It looks as if this bridge is both our journey's crossing," he said to her, " I suppose if we cross it together, we will move along and be on our way, Lady Aileena." She smiled.

"I believe so, Lord Yilyen. We shall be on our way."

He reached out his hand and she gratefully placed it in his. And together they crossed the bridge that once stood ancient, but now stood of a refreshed, new love.

Aileena and Yilyen are joined in body and spirit on the Bertoxxulous Server.

Story edited by Wyndforge