Jordi
19th February 2005, 19:39
In a field of snow, pale and blue from the moon’s light, she stood. She looked about her at the breath taking beauty the moon’s light gave her surroundings as it reflected off the frozen drops of water like thousands of tiny diamonds scattered over the ground. The pale blue, snow covered mountains were an enchanting contrast against a midnight blue sky. A slight refreshing breeze gently played with her dress and strands of hair as dark as the sky above. She stood there looking at it all, taking in it’s beauty, but it was missing something… someone….
… and then he came..
… like he always did….
…. as he promised he always would….
From behind she felt his body press into hers as his strong arms wrapped about her in a tender but strong embrace that claimed her for his own. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt her body melt and mold into his. It always made her feel wonderful to feel his arms about her. It was if her soul was whole once more. Turning in his arms she faced him as her face, bathe in the light of the moon, had a special smile only for him. Her eyes slowly rise to meet his locking upon one another as they meet. The feelings they shared in this moment was so evident between their gaze that even a blind man could see it.
His right arm remained around her waist as his left hand tenderly took her own hand to his lips for a tender caress of affection, then guided it outward, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he began to lead her around the snow in a lovers dance. The music to which guided their steps could only heard by their souls from the beats of their hearts. He swayed and took them this way and that, leading her around the field of snow with graceful eas in what could only be described as a dance of lovers. There are so many ways to communicate that of the heart and soul and this was their way.
A look, a movement, a simple gesture was all that was needed for them. They knew without words what the other felt. In this moment time stood still, and nothing else existed. All that was there, all that matter in that moment, was the two of them.
As he brought their dance to a stop he pulled her close with the arm that was around her waist and the other he pulled her hand close to his chest. Firmly he held this hand, again claiming her as his own. As his head lowered to meet hers and her own tilted back to accept his kiss willingly as her long, black hair fell loose and free. Their lips met, her eyes closed, and their tongues softly, tenderly touched and danced a dance as sweet as the dance they just shared. Again his actions claimed her as his own with the passion he held in his kiss, his body pressing into her own firmly as his free hand pressed into the small of her back, bringing them even closer.
After being alone for so long it felt so good to be held, to be touched, to feel as if someone understood her and was there for her. Even if she had no clue as to whom he was it was still nice to have someone.
Then something changed. Something did not feel right. The kiss, the feel of his body, his embrace. Something was very wrong. She opened her eyes to look into eyes that were not of this mysterious man who met her in her dreams every night but of someone else. Eyes, so dark and deep they reminded her of a two pits of endless nothing, looked into her own . It was a cold wind that blew in those pits. A cold stare that hungered for many things and promised of many evils to come. Jordi quickly took several steps back, her heart beating quickly in alarm. She felt confused and lost in that moment. Nothing made sense. Where was she?
A voice deep, calm and soothing came from the man who bore those cold eyes, “Do you not know me Jordiane? Say my name. You know who I am.” The voice commanded her in a deep gentle temptation.
Jordi looked closer at the man before her. Handsome, his face finely chiseled and cleanly shaven, well built, not too big, not too small, tall. Long black strands of hair came down over his shoulders, the sort of elven man who could catch any woman’s eye for he was very pleasant to look upon. But his eyes, still cold and dark, were depthless like two bottomless pits of… evil? It was then it began to dawn on her who he was as the fog of confusion lifted. She knew those eyes. Oh yes she knew them well. Those eyes haunted her constantly. In her dreams or wide awake, they were always there, always there taunting her with promises of evil yet to come.
Her own eyes became narrow slits of distrust and dislike as her voice came on steady and firm. Inside she felt fear as well as a strong disdain for the creature before her, “I will not speak your name. I will not summon you forth. Where is am I?! Where is my brother and my parents!? What have you done with them?!” Her brow tighten with anger as she started forward.
He gave her a charming, dimpled pressed smile, that could of easily won over any woman but had the same depth of coldness as his eyes. He put a hand up for her to hold then brought it gracefully to his side motioning to those who stood beside him. She paused as again confusion took over. There stood a very large, well muscled, dark skinned daemon. His black eyes looked as depthless and cold as the man before her. Before the daemon, in glowing, enchanted chains, stood three people. Her mouth dropped as her eyes went wide with recognition. There stood her mother, her father and her brother. She went forward to the three of them but as quickly as they had appeared they had vanished in a swirl of snow.
Jordi’s voice howled with anger, “NNNNOOOOOO…..” then she quickly turned to face the man, her teeth gritted in anger, “Bring them back!”
He stood there, with a smug smile upon his face, “You know what you must do to be reunited with them again. Just say my name... release me and I will release them.”
Jordi shook her head confused. None of this made sense. What was he doing here? What was she doing here? How did they get here?
A dream….
Yes, this was all a dream….
………and he was playing games with her yet again…..
Her face twisted with anger at the games he was play as she stood facing him. He gave a deep chuckle as their eyes locked, each with a gaze that challenged the other, “Took you long enough to realize where we are. Now say my name. Give me what I want.“
Slowly he began to circle her as her head followed him. “No. I will not say your name. I will not give you what you want. We have been through this time and time again. I grow tired of your games. Now leave me.”
He stops as he arrives behind her and places a hand gently on each of her shoulders. She tensed up at his touch but did not move, her brow tightening more in a scowl. He leans forward to whisper with a tempting deep voice in her long elven ear, his lips softly caressing the outer edges of her ear as he does, “Give me what I want and I will give you a place in the new world I will create, in my kingdom that I shall rule. I will place you above all others at my side. I will give you children, a beautiful castle, gems and jewelry to decorate every part of your body, a life that would make the life of a Queen pale in comparison. Just say my name….”
His voice lowered deeper, more seductive and inviting, his cheek caressing against her own,
“I know of your heart. I know the loneliness that dwells there.. your longings... your desires. It enshrouds your heart like death, giving you a never ending sadness that wears on your soul like an old dog with a bone. But I could take that all away. I could fill that void. Fill it with passion and caring. I would take care of you…just you and me. Always and forever….”
The back of his hand comes to her cheek, caressing softly downwards as if to prove his words and in that moment she felt his promises full filled. As if her heart were filled with all that was him, promises of happiness and love, of knowing someone was there to share her joys and pains, to be with and share her life with, a normal life. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the feeling of warmth and promise. A feeling of life away from all this pain and endless searching. A life where all things were possible and dreams came true….
“….. just say…. Kor'Deth…. And all your troubles, your loneliness, your fears will be gone….”
White elven eyes suddenly flipped open. No, this was not real. This was a dream! This was magics used upon her to pursued her to give him what he desired. She turned and stepped away, her voice full of anger, her anger coming more from the fact he had even touched her with his magics more then anything else. In a firm voice that dripped with disdain she gave him her reply, “I said no. You insult me if you think I am foolish enough to fall for such empty promises whispered from the soul of evil. ”
As her eyes never left his, her chin tilts up stubborn as she clinched her hands at her side, she stood straight and tall looking him into his eyes with all the hate and rage for him she had within. It gave her strength to resist his promises and stand up to him. Without her anger to keep her strong, she would indeed be foolish enough to listen. ” I don’t care what promises you offer or what you do, I will not give you what you want.”
His face turned dark as his own anger began to build, “Just remember Jordi, there are things far more worse then death. I still have your parents and your brother and they will experience those things everyday, every hour, every minute. It will never stop till you give me what I want!"
Knowing he would hold true to his word and there was not a thing she could do about it she did the only things she could think to do. Softly she began to mumbled under her breaths taken in rage.
“Jordi .. wake up…”
He threw his head back as his laugh echoed all around her.
“Jordi… wake... up….this is only a dream… wake up!”
He gave her a smirk, as his voice bade her a warning, his steps bringing him quickly towards her closing the gap between them,
“Aye Jordi.. Wake up.. And prepare yourself. For the dark eternal beast cometh….”
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Jordi bolted upright in the bed at the inn she had stopped at for the night, her eyes wide with fear and anger, her body drenched in sweat. She listened to the beats of her racing heart as her mind worried with the last words she heard Kor'Deth speak. He comes. He had her family and he would still come for more. She had searched for almost two years and failed her family. For all she knew they were dead or maybe Kor'Deth did not really have them. Maybe they were fine and safe and healthy and all this searching had been for nothing…. But within she knew better. She may wish they were fine and well but inside she knew they were not. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart she let it out slowly. Yes, she did indeed know better. The old witch woman had even told her so.
Jordi flopped back on the pillow behind her putting an arm across her sweat drenched forehead as she slowed her breathing to deep relaxing breaths. Her eyes closed as she thought about the old witch woman who had come to her earlier that day.
She had been walking through the small town looking for the nearest tavern and inn to not only secure a room but ask questions. Taverns were usually the best place to find the answers you seek to questions many could not answer. So far her search had proven fruitless but she would not give up. The lives of her family were at stake.
An old woman had approached her while she was searching for the town tavern and inn. With white hair disarrayed about a face full of more wrinkles then a piece of old crumpled paper she had given Jordi an almost toothless smile. Though the woman looked old and withered beyond the normal years of life the old woman’s eyes told her she was far more then what she appeared. Her eyes, light blue, almost white, looked wizened and held an air of danger to them.
When Jordi looked into the woman’s eyes as she was passing by, the old witch woman spoke to her straight forward and blunt, getting right to the point. “The one who cannot be named seems be ah huntin’ fer ye Jordiane.” This had startled Jordi so much it had stopped her in her tracks.
It had alarmed Jordan for two reasons. One, she had known her elven name. Only her family knew that. Everyone else knew her simply as Jordi. Two, the legacy of the one who cannot be named had been a burden she had shared with no one. No one outside the family knew.
Jordi had pretended not to know what the old woman was speaking of. Pulling open her coin pouch from the inside of her pack, she pulled out a gold coin and had pressed it into the palm of the woman’s hand. She had thought to send her on her way with a fake smile hoping to be rid of her, hoping this was not ‘him’ coming for her yet again in another dream to play more games with her. But the old witch woman was not to be so easily dismissed.
Throwing the coin on the ground she had grabbed Jordi’s arm with a grip stronger then she would of imagined possible for the old woman. Pulling her close she whispered to Jordi in a harsh voice that warned her of the danger she would be in should she choose not to listen.
“Ye’re searchin’ has been leadin’ ye in circles. His circles. That what ’he’ be ah wantin’. Wantin’ to be leadin’ ye in so many circles that ye to be losin’ hope. Ye will naught be findin’ ‘em in this plain of existence Jordiane. He be havin’ em well hidden in another plain ye cannot be finding’ on ye’re own. The plain he be banished to.”
"He be wantin’ ye to be chasin’ ghost. To be wearin’ down ye’re resolve. He be wantin’ ye to give in and be speakin’ his name. His promises be false ones. He can‘t love, he can‘t care. He only be wantin‘ his feedom. Don‘t be listenin’ to him. Don‘t let him use yer loneliness against ye fer his promises be empty ones, and his wrath upon this world will be great if ye do..”
The old witch woman had pulled her closer then, her voice giving way with a hint of fear in it as her eyes went wider. “ Ye can’t Jordiane. Ye can’t be givin’ him what he be wantin’. He be needin’ two things from ye. Ye to be speakin’ his name. And ah child. Ye’re child. Ah child conceived of ye both!“
Jordi’s brow tighten with confusion and fear as the old woman continued, “Speakin’ his name will be releasin’ him as ye already be knowin‘. But ye conceivin’ his child and brin’ it into ‘his’ world will be preventin’ his banishment ever again. That what ye not be knowin’. It have to be of yer blood.. Of yer family. It be yer family who be lockin’ him away thousands of years ago. It be yer family he needin’ to release him and be keeping’ him released….”
The words had left Jordi stun and speechless. The old witch woman, seeing the effect her words were having upon her had nodded as she released her hold. “Ye can do nothin’ more fer them that be lost. At lease naught fer now. Seek the one in yer dreams who naught be the one ye cannot be namin'. The one ye dance with. It be him ye be finding’ help with.”
Jordi only shook her head as the woman’s words continued to hold her speechless, “Ye naught be knowin' him yet. But ye will need to find him if yet are to find help."
How the old woman had known so much she still left her baffled. The old woman had not been playing simple tricks to win a bit of coin. She had spoken the truth of things no one could of known and had refused any coins she had offered.
Softly she whispers a promise as a tear came to her eye, falling down the side of her face to the pillow she laid upon, “Forgive me my family. I had hoped to protect you from the ugliness of this nightmare my we have endured through the ages. I had hoped to keep you safe by leaving and hiding but I was wrong. It seems I have no other choice then to share with you the legacy given to our family long before the time of men. I may not be able to keep you safe now, but I shall not give up on you. This I promise…..”
… and then he came..
… like he always did….
…. as he promised he always would….
From behind she felt his body press into hers as his strong arms wrapped about her in a tender but strong embrace that claimed her for his own. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt her body melt and mold into his. It always made her feel wonderful to feel his arms about her. It was if her soul was whole once more. Turning in his arms she faced him as her face, bathe in the light of the moon, had a special smile only for him. Her eyes slowly rise to meet his locking upon one another as they meet. The feelings they shared in this moment was so evident between their gaze that even a blind man could see it.
His right arm remained around her waist as his left hand tenderly took her own hand to his lips for a tender caress of affection, then guided it outward, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he began to lead her around the snow in a lovers dance. The music to which guided their steps could only heard by their souls from the beats of their hearts. He swayed and took them this way and that, leading her around the field of snow with graceful eas in what could only be described as a dance of lovers. There are so many ways to communicate that of the heart and soul and this was their way.
A look, a movement, a simple gesture was all that was needed for them. They knew without words what the other felt. In this moment time stood still, and nothing else existed. All that was there, all that matter in that moment, was the two of them.
As he brought their dance to a stop he pulled her close with the arm that was around her waist and the other he pulled her hand close to his chest. Firmly he held this hand, again claiming her as his own. As his head lowered to meet hers and her own tilted back to accept his kiss willingly as her long, black hair fell loose and free. Their lips met, her eyes closed, and their tongues softly, tenderly touched and danced a dance as sweet as the dance they just shared. Again his actions claimed her as his own with the passion he held in his kiss, his body pressing into her own firmly as his free hand pressed into the small of her back, bringing them even closer.
After being alone for so long it felt so good to be held, to be touched, to feel as if someone understood her and was there for her. Even if she had no clue as to whom he was it was still nice to have someone.
Then something changed. Something did not feel right. The kiss, the feel of his body, his embrace. Something was very wrong. She opened her eyes to look into eyes that were not of this mysterious man who met her in her dreams every night but of someone else. Eyes, so dark and deep they reminded her of a two pits of endless nothing, looked into her own . It was a cold wind that blew in those pits. A cold stare that hungered for many things and promised of many evils to come. Jordi quickly took several steps back, her heart beating quickly in alarm. She felt confused and lost in that moment. Nothing made sense. Where was she?
A voice deep, calm and soothing came from the man who bore those cold eyes, “Do you not know me Jordiane? Say my name. You know who I am.” The voice commanded her in a deep gentle temptation.
Jordi looked closer at the man before her. Handsome, his face finely chiseled and cleanly shaven, well built, not too big, not too small, tall. Long black strands of hair came down over his shoulders, the sort of elven man who could catch any woman’s eye for he was very pleasant to look upon. But his eyes, still cold and dark, were depthless like two bottomless pits of… evil? It was then it began to dawn on her who he was as the fog of confusion lifted. She knew those eyes. Oh yes she knew them well. Those eyes haunted her constantly. In her dreams or wide awake, they were always there, always there taunting her with promises of evil yet to come.
Her own eyes became narrow slits of distrust and dislike as her voice came on steady and firm. Inside she felt fear as well as a strong disdain for the creature before her, “I will not speak your name. I will not summon you forth. Where is am I?! Where is my brother and my parents!? What have you done with them?!” Her brow tighten with anger as she started forward.
He gave her a charming, dimpled pressed smile, that could of easily won over any woman but had the same depth of coldness as his eyes. He put a hand up for her to hold then brought it gracefully to his side motioning to those who stood beside him. She paused as again confusion took over. There stood a very large, well muscled, dark skinned daemon. His black eyes looked as depthless and cold as the man before her. Before the daemon, in glowing, enchanted chains, stood three people. Her mouth dropped as her eyes went wide with recognition. There stood her mother, her father and her brother. She went forward to the three of them but as quickly as they had appeared they had vanished in a swirl of snow.
Jordi’s voice howled with anger, “NNNNOOOOOO…..” then she quickly turned to face the man, her teeth gritted in anger, “Bring them back!”
He stood there, with a smug smile upon his face, “You know what you must do to be reunited with them again. Just say my name... release me and I will release them.”
Jordi shook her head confused. None of this made sense. What was he doing here? What was she doing here? How did they get here?
A dream….
Yes, this was all a dream….
………and he was playing games with her yet again…..
Her face twisted with anger at the games he was play as she stood facing him. He gave a deep chuckle as their eyes locked, each with a gaze that challenged the other, “Took you long enough to realize where we are. Now say my name. Give me what I want.“
Slowly he began to circle her as her head followed him. “No. I will not say your name. I will not give you what you want. We have been through this time and time again. I grow tired of your games. Now leave me.”
He stops as he arrives behind her and places a hand gently on each of her shoulders. She tensed up at his touch but did not move, her brow tightening more in a scowl. He leans forward to whisper with a tempting deep voice in her long elven ear, his lips softly caressing the outer edges of her ear as he does, “Give me what I want and I will give you a place in the new world I will create, in my kingdom that I shall rule. I will place you above all others at my side. I will give you children, a beautiful castle, gems and jewelry to decorate every part of your body, a life that would make the life of a Queen pale in comparison. Just say my name….”
His voice lowered deeper, more seductive and inviting, his cheek caressing against her own,
“I know of your heart. I know the loneliness that dwells there.. your longings... your desires. It enshrouds your heart like death, giving you a never ending sadness that wears on your soul like an old dog with a bone. But I could take that all away. I could fill that void. Fill it with passion and caring. I would take care of you…just you and me. Always and forever….”
The back of his hand comes to her cheek, caressing softly downwards as if to prove his words and in that moment she felt his promises full filled. As if her heart were filled with all that was him, promises of happiness and love, of knowing someone was there to share her joys and pains, to be with and share her life with, a normal life. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the feeling of warmth and promise. A feeling of life away from all this pain and endless searching. A life where all things were possible and dreams came true….
“….. just say…. Kor'Deth…. And all your troubles, your loneliness, your fears will be gone….”
White elven eyes suddenly flipped open. No, this was not real. This was a dream! This was magics used upon her to pursued her to give him what he desired. She turned and stepped away, her voice full of anger, her anger coming more from the fact he had even touched her with his magics more then anything else. In a firm voice that dripped with disdain she gave him her reply, “I said no. You insult me if you think I am foolish enough to fall for such empty promises whispered from the soul of evil. ”
As her eyes never left his, her chin tilts up stubborn as she clinched her hands at her side, she stood straight and tall looking him into his eyes with all the hate and rage for him she had within. It gave her strength to resist his promises and stand up to him. Without her anger to keep her strong, she would indeed be foolish enough to listen. ” I don’t care what promises you offer or what you do, I will not give you what you want.”
His face turned dark as his own anger began to build, “Just remember Jordi, there are things far more worse then death. I still have your parents and your brother and they will experience those things everyday, every hour, every minute. It will never stop till you give me what I want!"
Knowing he would hold true to his word and there was not a thing she could do about it she did the only things she could think to do. Softly she began to mumbled under her breaths taken in rage.
“Jordi .. wake up…”
He threw his head back as his laugh echoed all around her.
“Jordi… wake... up….this is only a dream… wake up!”
He gave her a smirk, as his voice bade her a warning, his steps bringing him quickly towards her closing the gap between them,
“Aye Jordi.. Wake up.. And prepare yourself. For the dark eternal beast cometh….”
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Jordi bolted upright in the bed at the inn she had stopped at for the night, her eyes wide with fear and anger, her body drenched in sweat. She listened to the beats of her racing heart as her mind worried with the last words she heard Kor'Deth speak. He comes. He had her family and he would still come for more. She had searched for almost two years and failed her family. For all she knew they were dead or maybe Kor'Deth did not really have them. Maybe they were fine and safe and healthy and all this searching had been for nothing…. But within she knew better. She may wish they were fine and well but inside she knew they were not. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart she let it out slowly. Yes, she did indeed know better. The old witch woman had even told her so.
Jordi flopped back on the pillow behind her putting an arm across her sweat drenched forehead as she slowed her breathing to deep relaxing breaths. Her eyes closed as she thought about the old witch woman who had come to her earlier that day.
She had been walking through the small town looking for the nearest tavern and inn to not only secure a room but ask questions. Taverns were usually the best place to find the answers you seek to questions many could not answer. So far her search had proven fruitless but she would not give up. The lives of her family were at stake.
An old woman had approached her while she was searching for the town tavern and inn. With white hair disarrayed about a face full of more wrinkles then a piece of old crumpled paper she had given Jordi an almost toothless smile. Though the woman looked old and withered beyond the normal years of life the old woman’s eyes told her she was far more then what she appeared. Her eyes, light blue, almost white, looked wizened and held an air of danger to them.
When Jordi looked into the woman’s eyes as she was passing by, the old witch woman spoke to her straight forward and blunt, getting right to the point. “The one who cannot be named seems be ah huntin’ fer ye Jordiane.” This had startled Jordi so much it had stopped her in her tracks.
It had alarmed Jordan for two reasons. One, she had known her elven name. Only her family knew that. Everyone else knew her simply as Jordi. Two, the legacy of the one who cannot be named had been a burden she had shared with no one. No one outside the family knew.
Jordi had pretended not to know what the old woman was speaking of. Pulling open her coin pouch from the inside of her pack, she pulled out a gold coin and had pressed it into the palm of the woman’s hand. She had thought to send her on her way with a fake smile hoping to be rid of her, hoping this was not ‘him’ coming for her yet again in another dream to play more games with her. But the old witch woman was not to be so easily dismissed.
Throwing the coin on the ground she had grabbed Jordi’s arm with a grip stronger then she would of imagined possible for the old woman. Pulling her close she whispered to Jordi in a harsh voice that warned her of the danger she would be in should she choose not to listen.
“Ye’re searchin’ has been leadin’ ye in circles. His circles. That what ’he’ be ah wantin’. Wantin’ to be leadin’ ye in so many circles that ye to be losin’ hope. Ye will naught be findin’ ‘em in this plain of existence Jordiane. He be havin’ em well hidden in another plain ye cannot be finding’ on ye’re own. The plain he be banished to.”
"He be wantin’ ye to be chasin’ ghost. To be wearin’ down ye’re resolve. He be wantin’ ye to give in and be speakin’ his name. His promises be false ones. He can‘t love, he can‘t care. He only be wantin‘ his feedom. Don‘t be listenin’ to him. Don‘t let him use yer loneliness against ye fer his promises be empty ones, and his wrath upon this world will be great if ye do..”
The old witch woman had pulled her closer then, her voice giving way with a hint of fear in it as her eyes went wider. “ Ye can’t Jordiane. Ye can’t be givin’ him what he be wantin’. He be needin’ two things from ye. Ye to be speakin’ his name. And ah child. Ye’re child. Ah child conceived of ye both!“
Jordi’s brow tighten with confusion and fear as the old woman continued, “Speakin’ his name will be releasin’ him as ye already be knowin‘. But ye conceivin’ his child and brin’ it into ‘his’ world will be preventin’ his banishment ever again. That what ye not be knowin’. It have to be of yer blood.. Of yer family. It be yer family who be lockin’ him away thousands of years ago. It be yer family he needin’ to release him and be keeping’ him released….”
The words had left Jordi stun and speechless. The old witch woman, seeing the effect her words were having upon her had nodded as she released her hold. “Ye can do nothin’ more fer them that be lost. At lease naught fer now. Seek the one in yer dreams who naught be the one ye cannot be namin'. The one ye dance with. It be him ye be finding’ help with.”
Jordi only shook her head as the woman’s words continued to hold her speechless, “Ye naught be knowin' him yet. But ye will need to find him if yet are to find help."
How the old woman had known so much she still left her baffled. The old woman had not been playing simple tricks to win a bit of coin. She had spoken the truth of things no one could of known and had refused any coins she had offered.
Softly she whispers a promise as a tear came to her eye, falling down the side of her face to the pillow she laid upon, “Forgive me my family. I had hoped to protect you from the ugliness of this nightmare my we have endured through the ages. I had hoped to keep you safe by leaving and hiding but I was wrong. It seems I have no other choice then to share with you the legacy given to our family long before the time of men. I may not be able to keep you safe now, but I shall not give up on you. This I promise…..”