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The Tale of Fen'Sulahn

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There are three spirits born of Mythal and Elgar’nan.

Twin spirits are rare, but three intertwined and connected are something even Mythal is unsure of; Purpose, Longing, and Determination. Powerful and inquisitive and already becoming something more than themselves.

Purpose and Longing, Mythal thinks, can be molded to her outlook.

Determination holds sway over the other two, a mediator; steady and strong and forthright. It could prove dangerous, in time. But already the three remind her of herself and Elgar’nan, and she is unsure what could happen to Longing and Purpose if Determination is shattered. In the end she cannot destroy it, and the three take on bodies.

Purpose becomes Falon’Din. Longing becomes Dirthamen. And Determination, the eldest, becomes Fen’Sulahn.

It is the name her mother gives her, but she chooses her own as well. Olwyn, she decides, because it is pretty, and her brothers speak it and it feels like her own. 

She learns how it feels to walk on two legs, and to press her fingers against skin and feel warmth, and hold them to the chill night air and feel the opposite.

She sings, and likes the sound of her voice, and Mythal smiles “the name was fitting” and when she cups her hands and howls, loud and long over the canyon and the sound echoes back like a war cry, Elgar’nan nods in agreement.

Fire she enjoys; twisting it, turning it into new and fantastic shapes, making it bright and hot and terrifying and warm and soft and comforting as she wills. 

She leaves white footprints for Dirthamen to follow, to lead him out of the Dreaming when he stays for too long, to remind him that his body is here now. 

And when Falon’Din snarls she bears her own fangs to remind him that he cannot do as he pleases, and also to sing him to sleep when he seems driven to madness with his need to be.

Falon’Din does not take to his body well.

Dirthamen is still more spirit than elf, sometimes; his body stretched and pulled and oozing between cracks in the Dreaming, tethered together by thin lines that keep him whole but not always present. Longing does relatively well, in becoming more than itself, because its nature allows for it.

Purpose needs to be driven; an end goal, something to attain. Something solid and real and finite. Falon’din hunts for one, but when he completes all the small tasks that Olwyn and Dirthamen provide for him, or that their mother suggests, he becomes empty, and brittle, and dark.

He is more eager to leap onto the battlefields their parents lead them toward, to rip and rend and destroy, because he is empty and needs to be filled, and Olwyn and Dirthamen worry what will happen if they cannot find a solution; what he may corrupt into if given the chance.

Longing pulls, and Purpose pushes, but Determination remains grounded.

Olwyn agrees with Dirthamen that Falon’Din needs a purpose that cannot be easily obtained. But it must not be something that can twist easily to some other end, she knows. She loves her parents, but has never doubted that Mythal chose them for a reason and that she wishes to make certain they fulfill it.

Olwyn knows she must come up with a solution. The three came to exist at the same moment, and the tie between them is strong. She stands in the middle ground between two sides, not part of the spectrum but a force than can move within it. And she is the eldest, and the most stubborn. She will not give up, and she will not take an easy route.

Her mother and father tell her that they are to be the great leaders of the People, and it is their job to protect and guide them, even if not all the People understand this. Olwyn is determined to do well in that regard. And Falon’Din is one of the People, even if he is also one of its leaders.

Greatness? Dirthamen suggests.

No. Greatness can mean too many things. Great does not mean good, and Olwyn thinks that being good will be important, further down the line. They may be at war but that does not mean they must be cruel. Falon’Din’s personality is already hard, and more prone to anger than not—he is similar to their father in that regard. And he is vain enough, without them leading him to believe he must be the greatest there is or will be.

She does not know if she can give him a proper purpose, but she knows she will never give up trying.