The Founding of Miron's Tears
From an unknown source.
Know now, all those that believe Samyr Kes died the night before the battle with Durastoran the Wyrmbreaker and Tira's confrontation with Bel Shalor, that Samyr Kes lives and carries on HER work through Miron's Tears. Here lies the truthful story of Tira Miron and Samyr Kes's final night together.
In the quiet moments before the final confrontation with Bel Shalor, Tira Miron and Samyr Kes found themselves alone together, surrounded by the weight of their shared destiny and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. They stood together alone beneath the moons Aryth and Zarantyr, their hearts heavy with the knowledge of the sacrifices that would be required to defeat the ancient evil that threatened to consume their homeland.
Tira looked at Samyr, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. She knew that their time together was running short, that soon she would have to face Bel Shalor, and she dreaded the thought of leaving him behind.
"Samyr," she began, her voice barely more than a whisper in the stillness of the night. "I have a request to make of you, one that I fear will be difficult for you to hear."
Samyr's brow furrowed with concern as he gazed at her, sensing the weight of her words before she even spoke them. "Yes, my love?" he asked, his voice soft with understanding.
Tira took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew would be the hardest thing she had ever done. "The time has come, we face Durastoran the Wyrmbreaker and Bel Shalor in battle when the sun rises. I need you to leave me, to leave us tonight," she said, her voice steady despite the ache in her heart. "I need you to go, to leave this place and live on, to guide our followers toward a righteous path and seek vengeance against those corrupted by the Shadow in the Flame."
Samyr's eyes widened with shock at her words, disbelief and protest rising in his throat. "But Tira, I cannot leave you," he protested, his voice filled with anguish. "I cannot abandon you, not now, not ever."
Tira reached out and took his hands in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "Listen to me, Samyr," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "You are needed here, now more than ever. Our people will look to you for guidance, for strength, for hope in the darkness. You must be their beacon of light, their champion against the encroaching shadows. Bel Shalor's influence will still be strong even if tomorrow works as planned."
Tears welled in Samyr's eyes as he looked at her, his heart breaking at the thought of leaving her behind. "But what of you, Tira?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "What of our love?"
Tira's heart ached at his words, knowing that their love would be the hardest thing she would ever have to leave behind. "Our love will endure, Samyr," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the whisper of the flames. "It will be the light that guides you through the darkness, the strength that sustains you in your darkest hour. Remember that, my love, and know that I will always be with you, in spirit if not in body."
And with those words, they held each other close, clinging to each other as if their very lives depended on it. In that fleeting moment, they shared a love that transcended time and space, a love that would endure even in the face of the greatest of trials.
As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Tira and Samyr parted, their hearts heavy with the weight of their final goodbye. With one last lingering kiss, they vowed to never forget the love that had bound them together, even as fate tore them apart.
And as Tira strode bravely into battle, facing the ancient evil that threatened to consume their world, Samyr watched from afar, his heart heavy with grief yet filled with the determination to honor her memory and carry on her legacy. For Tira Miron and Samyr Kes, their love would be the light that guided them through the darkness, the strength that sustained them in their darkest hour, and the hope that carried them forward into an uncertain future.
