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

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