June's guild report - 0.6.29

A Dance to the Death I will be honest, reader. I did not want to write this report. Even inking the words onto the page now, bring me great pain. I have seen your glances, your questions of curiosity as I watched the stars in the sky every night. Let me answer those questions for you now. So the story will be known and so I may heal...
As you may have expected, these twistsed tales, these echoes of the past, they all come back to me. Or rather someone who has always hated me. A very long time ago, the beautiful autumn eladrin who conceived my sister and I, passed away, and as all fairytales go, our father remarried to someone wicked and cruel. I do not remember all of my past, my memories still fractured from her cruel hand but I do remember how she broke my sister and I apart. She made me believe her dead and so I vanished from my home and found a new one with my patron. They say never trust a fey, as I've said many times, never trust me. But I trusted this archfey for I had nothing left to lose. I let her take my memories as my skin once a gorgeous orange turned to crystalline blue. I would become as cold as I felt, even if I didn't remember why I was in pain.
I believe I have gotten a little sidetracked. It is that way sometimes when telling a story. Many threads coming together. I feel you only want to know about my capture and how I was rescued...
My step mother had created a labryinth with piece of the next tale. A courtyard of statues, a palace with a pumpkin carriage, a broken attic, a vicious cat, and a tree singing with death. Each room a puzzle, a clue to what awaited. I know not how the guild did in each of these rooms but I know they solved the puzzle for they appeared in the grand ballroom that had become my cage.
Weapons, spells, armour, all equipment that could harm was spelled away. This would be no ordinary battle. For only those who could dance could vanquish the spells of this tale...
Do you know how long I was forced to dance? Like the wicked stepmother at the end of the tale about the snow kissed princess. Minutes, hours, days, weeks. All of those feel the same in the pocket realm of the fey. All while my step mother watched upon the balcony, watched as her cursed magic forced me to endure the life I ran away from.
I can still hear the music sometimes. I hear her laughter. I her voice pulling my body as if I were another one of her puppets. I had failed. I was in her hands and Farora would sleep forever. When I saw familiar faces beyond the circle of my dance, I thought it another trick at first. Another illusion to drive me mad, or maybe I had already gone mad. But they freed me. They danced through the spells and broke me free of my chains, returning me to the guild, to my home.
Rescued I may have been, but the torment remained. I couldn't bear to speak, to move, to eat. How could I? Over and over again, I led the guild into traps and all for what? Farora still slept. The blight still ravaged (did I mention my step mother was blighted, reader? I don't know if anyone noticed. But I did. I noticed how her beautiful spring form was beginning to decay and grow corrupted with each encounter). How could I? The little winter eladrin who ran away over and over again, who got captured, who hurt people... how could she be worthy of this guild?
I felt that way for a long time. Nothing but pain and heartache consuming my heart. Phyrra and Galan, bless them they tried to help me see the light again but I was not ready. It wasn't until a golden-haired elf, Sailehn she called herself, that I saw the light in the stars again. She told me a story about a naive and foolish girl who helped her once. A story I could no longer remember and even though it was mine. It was that story that led me to writing this report so that I could face what will come next...