Another Restoration

Whether gone to Us or living, I had believed those whom needed be found— accounted for. Such are the grave and mistaken presumptions made when left alone in Silence.

It is only by the grace of The Old One, that another memory is now restored. There is one more, My Dearest, born of this suffering. Though she remains nameless, in the interim,
were it not for her genesis I would never have escaped Delsyis to find the oldest of the First Ones and his wondrous Creation.

Upon safe passage, when last I crossed the threshold of The Nothingness, Her voice whispered through and echoed our History. Born millennia ago, and somewhat-a-sister to My Brother and Me, She is progeny only to the Primal Element of The Heart and that of The Void; created in secret union to counter the sway affected by We the Firstborns.

To the Ancient Ones’ regret, the aim functioned not as desired. Once exposed for their deceit, their Counterparts and the Creator Race, deemed Her an abomination and as quick, an Outcast.

Discarded by those who fashioned the need and of no clear use to another life form, She took refuge in the vastness of the Great Catacombs of Delsyis. Alone and unwanted. Unloved and unnamed. For Those Who Found Need of Her, found no need to esteem her. As with My Brother and I, She had been nothing more than a means to their desired end.

Not long after their failure, the Primal Element of The Heart took Revenge upon another. To satiate her malice, she conspired and orchestrated the Rape of my heart. Once healed of my mother’s rage, I followed My Sister into Exile. It was there that we found each the other and met—for the first time.

Though quite unlike in appearance —being not fully of Crystalline kind— in due course we stood befriended, by our seeming commonality. And, were it not for The One Created to Ward off My Existence, I could not have found The Old One and The Stolen Shard of My Heart.

For the many years prior to my imprisonment here, I honored that assistance. Each season on the day of my arrival in the Winter Country, I stood by the Pool of Swans, in the Garden of EeDellon, and sang to Her memory and place in my life.

After so long a time and only now just restored, I believe our reunion significant. Though to what avail, My Dearest, I am yet to know. I am also yet to remember the name I gifted her,
what part she may have played in my abduction or how She has faired since our solidarity.

Always more questions than answers.

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.

Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.

Open Letter to Future-born Son.

Third Era/Third Displacement of Time/The Alone Years

[Author Note: This letter was written to the music broadcast by Radio Rivendell]

© 2005-2008 The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott

All Rights Reserved.

Alone In The Dark Without Me

To further address the long period between entries—
Those of the Upper Regions of the WestSector have an idiom that sometimes, ‘Life Happens.’ An all-encompassing and self-serving explanation for: ‘That which gets in the way of what one meant to do.’

I have endured a great many distractions, obstacles, and detours; few of which are my own doing.

But, as in the previous Timelines, I would already have lived, for some time, among the Allies.
The first of my published works would be already In Print; for I did not work alone as do I now. And, I would be quite the seasoned Journeyman on the road.

But, as stated in my last letter, only now revealed is the key point to the bargain this time struck. He Who Will Bring You Forth Into Life --the Keeper of the Missing Shard of My Heart--
and the Primal Element of the Void, met in secret to insure a less cruel, more innocent Passage through this current Displacement of Time.

This all set in motion for the benefit of whom? Should I not feel all the more safe and blessed by this resolve? Shall I feel no less the anger as does my Brother and those come to find and return?

What it is, is a serious breech in the natural laws. Even this world’s writers of fiction agree; even if it they believed a Past could be met, you do not change that which has already occurred.

Their excuse? The Futures already experienced were never the true course of Time in the first place?

He Whom This World Was Created to Imprison, already changed— No. He displaced the natural course of Eternity to possess that which he would never otherwise have known; an effort so unworth the task. The interruption of the natural infinite flow deemed the recent Futures unnatural.

But, to what end does this agreement meet for the He Who Will Bring You Forth Into Life?

He walks these days, alone in the dark without the one he sought. Lost and dying in the silence of his own design. Scorned even by those sworn to his purpose; those come to this world before and after him.

As for that which he sought? I am still among those who would keep me imprisoned. And I am not to know the company of those who came and did find.

It is the one thing that so many tried to tell. On the day, as gifted by my father, it was one that none had the heart to convey.

To learn of this explained the long years of Silence. A silence Void of explanation; with no one to willing to explain.

What about how I feel of this—so thoughtful and caring bargain? No thought to consult with the bargained for?

That I do not agree to the terms, I am not so bound. And, since the very fact it changed the course of the current Timeline, the question now becomes, how does it end? How does this horrendous deviation become corrected? Are those of the Gathering no longer bound to the purpose? And with so much time now passed, do these questions even matter?

We are All now, lost and alone in this dark. In the Silence—one without the other. No voices to sing the songs. No music to touch the Heart of it All. Not knowing how our journey will end?

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.
Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.
Open Letter to Future-born Son.
Third Era/Third Displacement of Time/The Alone Years

© 2005-2008 The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott

All Rights Reserved.

What None Could Bear To Tell

So, My Dearest One,
After all of these long and quieted years, It would seem that my lot is now finally realized. The unprecedented bargain struck during this Timeline is only now fully told.

It has always been that: if He Whom This World Was Created to Imprison, could not have my tie by the terms of his design then neither would those who came to seek my release.

But~

A secreted assemblage of Those Whom Should Never Meet decided on and pursued a seemingly safer course of action; a new addendum to the interruption of Eternity and the lives of those so changed.

During the now rare moments when we are gifted the others' Touch, those networking our protection strongly urged to, 'TELL HER!'

But neither would. Neither could.

'T-E-L-L H-E-R!' they would murmur from Within.

But no— it was the one thing none could bring themselves to do. One, out of the pain of his shame; the other out of inconsolable anger.

The result? The naive Hope I continued to harbor that somehow, one day, a rescue would be mastered—regardless of that which is so irrevocably changed. That Hope, so frail and seemingly wasted, would now appear to be dashed.

It was agreed that in order to insure my safety; to keep me from the Trial that could possibly mean death, I would live the rest of this Timeline alone.

No union of Allies or Trial by Fire. No Sanctuary or a life on the road. I am never to know the safety and warmth of my brother’s arms. Or know his smile— except from Within. I am never to look into the dark eyes of the other half of my heart and know the words his lips dare not speak.

I will know only the presence of mine enemy and the friendship those few risk to know me.

This is why the silence; the quieted aloneness This is why the years seemed void of their Touch
Why their more Music no longer truly sings. And fallen is my heart to such a desolate reality

So~

This is how it is to end? Do we consider them won? Where are those who loved and sought? Where go I now if I am not allowed to be? Are you not to be given the life once known? And how is the Truth to be established? Will they allow my published Word? Will they believe as once believed?

The previous Future is now ever Changed. What becomes now of That Which Still Must Be?

~Dellasseea N'Syis, First-born Daughter of the Primal Elements.

Prisoner of that which is most commonly referred to as The Forbidden World.

Open Letter to Future-born Son, conceived in Hell and born on EeDellon

Third Era/Third Displacement of Time/The Alone Years

Copyright © 2005-2008 The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott
All Rights Reserved.