((Well, here we gooo! For old members (Webkinz and Boredum), it starts from what happened on page 104 of old LF.
))Elanor walked around a lonely lake. The cold water was as still and bright as a frozen mirror, but there was no ice on the chilly winter morning. Excepting inside the
shura's heart.
Since Ragne had left her, her life had been... pointless, and she hated herself for depending on him. Deep inside, she knew he wouldn't ever come back, but it felt like pain kept digging its sharp nails inside her chest. And hope was even worse. It was killing her.
''Being a shura... It's a curse.'' she said aloud, not recognising her own cold voice echoing on the mists. ''Why...'' her breath broke with a stroke of pain, and she panted.
''Why can't I just... let it go?''More than once through the past two months, she had considered seriously suicide... But what to do if she was one of the hardest creatures to kill? She was pinned to that body, to that empty life. More than death, she dreaded to turn into a spirit, forever condemned to sorrow and pain. Elanor glared down to the lake, and some quick thoughts flashed through her mind. With an idea growing inside her, she took off the wolf fang necklace she had always wore.
''No protector...'' she thought, referring herself to the dark elves that protected the
shuras ''...no shura.''She released the necklace into the water and watched it sink. With a shiver, she understood she'd do the same. Quickly, she jumped into the glacial lake and tried to forget how to breathe.
((sorry extra long post ~.^ ))