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The story of Azar Iliior is powerful. Azar was the first prince of Usuro. When they established themselves fully as a separate kingdom from Dyre High, a monarchy of the most respected and loved people was formed to rule over the fledgling lands. Azar was the High Prince, the one next in line to the throne of Usuro. Azar, being the young prince that he was, fell in love with a young women, the Princess of Halla, Lilior Auire. She was of his station, a princess in another piece of the monarchy. Their relationship was hot, but flowed like the Three Rivers. They claimed for each other a love undying, and Azar was prepared to grasp hold that love and relish it forever. Al Aurans know well the youthful tide, as it is often the source of much information in history. One day Lilior looked out into the world beyond Usuro, beyond the grand forests of wood, and the power of Dur Spire. To her, the forests were confining, her family demanding, and with most members of a royal family, she wanted only to escape it. But Azar was content to stay where he was. He saw his duty as heir, and he loved the chance to help his people. Azar loved Lilior more than he could stand, more than he loved his kingdom or his family, and more than he loved his duty. He had seen what there was to the other women of Usuro, and he had tasted some of their fruit, but knew he had found the sweetest. Lilior knew only the taste of Azar, only his passion and his words. Her craving for freedom did not stop at escape from the confinement of her station, it leaped and bled into her love for Azar, her desire for life. She still loved Azar, but her hunger for life, her desire for passion, for the variety of passion she didnít even know existed was more powerful and luring than that love. She made a decision to change her love into something less, something she could use, but only until she left, only until she branched out into a new forest and a new world full of tastes. She told Azar that their future was changing, that she didnít see or share in the future he saw and longed for. She told him that she was curious to the world outside and that one day he too would want to taste what else the world and his kingdom would have to offer. Lilior never intended that to be the end. She fully expected to be with him until she left on her great journey into the wild, into the splendor and life around her. Except Azar was tainted. Azar knew that her love for him was false, that she had taken from him the best love he had to offer and in turn would throw it back to him as she walked away. To him, she was the slayer of his future, his love, his passion and his will to create for himself something beautiful. It was a bitter death, their love, bitter and so very cold. He couldnít bring himself to tell her of his truth, of the winter blast that was slowly freezing him from the inside out. He decided to die slowly, and let her live until she could get away to the fires she craved so dearly to be burned by. The death of Azar Iliior was a long and sad one. After the pain made a home in his chest, he tried to tell himself it didnít matter, he told himself he would stop loving her, and that obviously she wasnít worth loving if she could so easily trade in their love for unknown thrills. But at the same time, he couldnít blame her. He knew that it would happen, or at least that it could happen. After all, hadnít he tasted the others? Hadnít he done what she was searching for, even if on a smaller scale? Perhaps Azar knew she would someday leave him for the thrill, but that didnít mean he had to like it, or accept it. He let her have what she wanted for the present though, but it wasnít real. His mind raced, utterly ran to find some sort of answer, to find a way out, but really to find solace. Could he find a way to keep her? Maybe if he became what it was that she searched for so hard, maybe if he could find that flame she needed to burn within her, then she would still be his. No, that could never work. Her love, or at least what she still had left of it, was for the Azar she fell in love with, and she could never love a changed Azar, even if he possessed all the qualities she longed for. No matter what he did, she would never be his forever. And so he commanded himself to cease loving her. He commanded himself to begin warming himself inside, with her burned out of his life forever.
We Al Aurans believe this is a crucial piece of human thinking, and of human life. Azar wanted to love Lilior forever, and when he knew he couldnít have her love in return, he wanted nothing but to rid his mind of her. What do humans do in these situations? It was absurd to think he could actually banish her from his mind. And her idea that he could taste another was just as absurd. That was something Lilior said to console herself. Azar wasnít alone in the pain. Liliorís pain came from knowing she would hurt Azar, and hurt him deeply. But she could not let him hold her down, she had been caged too long to allow that of herself any longer. In the end, fate could only decree that Azar do what a true love does for the one he wants. He would spare her the pain. He let her go. Inside, he grew colder, as the fire burnt itself away in a wash of agony. She went on to taste others, and she remembered him, or at least she remembered who he was when she loved him. But Azar would never be the same. While she burned, he froze, and eventually, he ceased to be.




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The following comments are for "The Love of Azar and Lilior"
by Plato

phew!
Phew. That story just didn't want to stop.
It's a good story, but it definitely needs to slow down a bit. It is a tragedy, after all, and they always work best if they linger a little bit, working slowly and inexorably to the conclusion, rather than racing headlong for the conclusion right from the start.
So my advice would be to flesh out some of the details, particularly early on - we get plenty of names thrown around, and the odd tantalising glimse, but we could definitely use some more detail; we want to know more about the way this prince sees his world, and how he meets his love.
And some paragraph breaks would be good too. I was almost out of breath by the time I'd finished that first one!
Score 7/10, I think, which is pretty good, but there's definitely a lot more potential in there, though.

( Posted by: Spudley [Member] On: March 12, 2003 )





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