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If only in our Dreams...

Cervontis Evermoon and Koda Littlefur (@protector-ofthe-wilds)

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I never thought I would ever escape

At times, I wanted to die

Feared that it all was just a little too late

For then, I wouldn't survive

I let you in and let go of the hate

My heart recovered now, I

Owe you a debt that I can never repay

I still believe 'cause you're mine

------------------------------------------------------- HUGE thank you to @valentjin for their amazing work on this piece! They were an absolute pleasure to work with and went above and beyond for this stunning piece!

Feel like a brand new person (but you'll make the same old mistakes)

I don't care, I'm in love (stop before it's too late)

Feel like a brand new person (but you'll make the same old mistakes)

Cervontis stirred in his bed, unaccustomed to such standards as this of late. The gentle glow from the well enough to bask the interior with a soft light, his eyes wandered the cave until they fell upon Koda laying on the other bed. He watched her movements for a long moment to see if she was as restless as he. She did not stir and so he arose from his bed, reaching down to grab his staff. Finel-relos, he had called it, the Final Flame. Cervontis' hand glided along the charred bark of the branch before making his way to the cave entrance.

With a silent nod towards Lady Sathrah, whose many eyes watched him pass, Cervontis stepped out from the dimly lit cave to the starry sky. The magnificent emerald energies that swirled from the realm and mixed into the night sky was a sight in and of itself, but more striking was the emerging World Tree, Amirdrassil. His grip tightened around the branch in his hands as he made his way to sit upon the ground. He laid the branch flat upon his lap, idly tracing the cracks and cinder-stricken wood.

So many souls of the Kaldorei... consumed in the flames of Teldrassil. He thought to himself before whispering, "Are you among them, Oka?" A shallow breath through gritted teeth, "Did your spirit make the journey from the Shadowlands to rest here with our people?" His eyes looked up to the branches of Amirdrassil as he pondered, his brow constricting firmly. "Will I see you again?" The images of his daughter flashed though his mind: a small girl playing by a lakeside, a young warrior ready to serve her people, a burial.

Cervontis took a resolved breath before standing once more, restless but determined. He made his way towards the center of the island they rested upon, where the grass swirled into the signature pattern of the Dream. At its center he stood, branch in hand and considered. He looked from the ashen branch of Teldrassil in his grasp up to the growing branches of Amirdrassil once more and with a heavy sigh he drove the branch in hand through the soil. Small wisps of smoke arose from the grass before Cervontis channeled the flames out from the branch. All that remained was an ashen, lifeless husk of wood as his grip loosened and he pulled away with a few staggered steps.

"I... hope you have found peace, Oka... it is time for me to do so." His hand reached back out to lightly caress the ashen limb, "Rest well, my daughter." Cervontis pulled his hand back and turned to retreat back into the cave.

Cervontis Evermoon and Kodian Littlefur