Lonely
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Eileah closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat. She was so tired... tired and lonely. Her hand searched for her staff and found it immediately, grasping it tightly as to draw some confort from the warm wood. The magic in it reacted immediately, enveloping her, and she could hear the whisper of the elements. She had been happy when she had discovered her powers, and had instantly agreed to be trained as a mage, for it meant power and eternal life; but she knew better now. She had seen her friends age while she stayed young, and then die one by one, leaving her alone. She had lived more than a thousand years, and she had seen things she had thought impossible. Now men believed in technology, not in magic: mages were no longer chosen and trained, and she was one of the few that hadn't cast away their staff and their magic. She was still defending her world, guided by her power, hearing whispered suggestions that nobody else heard and that told her where and when to go. The only downside was that often they did not tell her why she was needed.
Suddenly, she felt a ripple in the magic. She instantly sat up, alert, ready to face whatever was coming. Her staff pulsed in her hand as if it was alive, and she felt something pulse in response.
"Eileah?"
Eileah stood up and turned. "Alielle?" she whispered, staring at the woman in front of her. She was holding a staff, and had a silver hoop earring on her left ear.
Alielle smiled. "It's been a while, Eileah."
"A thousand years, more or less" Eileah grumbled in response. "And just when I was getting used to loneliness, you show up again! Where have you been?"
"Nowhere and everywhere, just like you. And feeling lonely all the way."
Eileah snorted. "I don't care."
Alielle closed her eyes. "You still hate me, don't you?" she whispered.
Eileah tightened her grip on the staff. "No" she said, in spite of herself. "It wasn't your fault."
Alielle opened her eyes and smiled. "Friends?"
"Friends" Eileah answered, smiling. She was no longer going to be lonely.