Feraila looked down. She didn't see an elf, she didn't see a man ... She couldn't see the clothes he was wearing, all the cracks and parts that were missing ... the blood, she didn't see he was almost as thin as paper, she didn't see anything.
All her senses seemed to concentrate on one thing, she heared his voice still inside. All the names he gave to her, perfect reflection of the full moon in a cold mountain lake, dew on the top leaves of the youngest trees when the sun first appeared in spring, veil hung over the stars which keeps them shining, ... She could hear him speaking those words, Elendirill wasn't dead, he was just ...
A sad smile came over Feraile ... where was Elendirill? This was not him, he had always been warm, tender, holding her just to feel her, Elendirill had always something to say when it was silent like this ...
Feraila laughed and cried at the same time, she wanted to come closer to him, but she was afraid. What if this was Elendirill? Not that it mattered, this couldn't be him ... but what...
Feraila slowly moved her hands towards Elendirill's face. It was feeling cold, as cold as the cave around her. As cold as the breeze coming from above, chilled by the travel under the ground.
It felt cold ... but familiar.
Again Feraila screamed, but this time with everything a broken heart could sound like. A scream which was not just air escaping from her lungs, but also the last remaines of hope vanishing ... Feraila closed her hands around Elendirill's head, kissing his cold forehead while tears were flowing down on his face. The tears made small canals through the dirt on his face, and then became one with the rock floor.
Feraila wanted to get closer, she wanted to hold him one last time ... she wanted to give her life force just to get Elendirill breathing again, she wanted to become one with him. She pressed herself onto his lifeless body and felt warmth. Could it be? Maybe he wasn't dead, he was still warm, she had to get him breathing again!!
Feraila tore the rags that remained on him away so she could listen at his heart but when she trew away the pieces of clothing her hand was touched ...
Still overwhelmed by emotions she saw a leaf in her hands. Elendirill's leaf. It was still green. Leaves are always green, but why was this one so special feraila thought? How did something so irrelevant come to mind? It was still alive ...
Feraila's breath stopped. Or time stopped around her ... She was feeling two things which shouldn't be. Her one hand was still pressed on the bare chest of her love. Not only her love, but the other part of her. And he was dead ... which couldn't be, because she was still alive ...
In the other hand she helt a leaf of a tree, seperated from the lifeforce of the tree, it should have withered and it should be dead now ... but it wasn't, it was still alive. It was not only alive, she could feel the wrong emotions flowing from it. It felt happy, joyful and most of all it felt powerfull. But Feraila was feeling like all happiness had been drained from her, without leaving some for the future, and she felt weak, without the power to do anything.
Then lightning flashed. Feraila felt the two powers flowing together. Feelins of supreme happiness and the deepest of sorrow united. It felt like her emotions were circling around inside of her ... but she didn't understand the meaning of her anymore.
She was no longer Feraila, she was two now.
She could feel through the leaf. She could feel how she was the tree which had given this leaf, she could feel the connection she had with the other trees, and together they were the forest. She could feel how all of her had a connection with the earth and the earth was connected to her, and she could feel how they together, were one. Her entirely had a connection with the air, which was all around her, in her and through her, and she realized they were one. She could feel how she was, big and unified. But she could feel the rays of the sun touching her, and through the rays she could feel, that actually, all was one ...
But she also felt the pain of suffering. She was the pain of suffering. She had experienced a loss so great, which made the rest of her life non-existend. There was no more life for her, there was no more her.
That moment, which only seemed to last for a few nano seconds in real life, Feraila stopped existing together with the remains of Elendirill.
Instead there was a light. That is how you would call it when you could see it, but it wa more then a light, it was something without an equal, and something unexplainable for the mind. That moment, life was in the cave. The all-powerfull ... the force which could re-shape the world without what we would call effort, or just end it's existence. Good or evil, it wouldn't matter, this power was all that is.
And something happened ... Elendirill was no longer dead, and Feraila was no longer alive. Elendirill and Feraila just were. They had become one and together they were ... or they were together.
The evil that had torn them who were one apart was no longer. The presence was expelled from existing, and all he had ever touched on the world was released as it was before ...
But the other hand ... the tree which had given the leaf crumbled to dust the same second and the entire forest was struck by a lethal plague, no tree would survive longer then a few months ... all trees over the planet suffered, but most would recover, with only a small mark, which resembled two creatures. It was a pitchblack mark, always somewere between the trunk and where the branches split up ... The mark was like a black picture of two elves, one lying down, the other clinging onto the falen one ...
