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Blue Eyes whistles in C-minor an Opera to Sune, as a prayer, called The Beauty of the World.

“I know the most loving treasure in the world. I have stories that my grandchildren can listen to for entire evenings. I have a house, I have a home, (my friends) and I am lucky, but the last few days have been tough. The world is on fire, but the world is not aware of it. The ugliness in the world is taking over, but she doesn’t realize it. She lives in a different timeline, but she doesn’t realize it. Who can face so much powerlessness? The world seems helpless, but my friends and some Purple Dragons from the original timeline have figured it out. With the help of each other and Sune’s compelling sunsets, we drag each other through. Up to now.

A few days ago, we fought an avatar of Cyric. We were exhausted and it had become a hopeless mission. This would certainly mean our death, so withdrawal was the best option. But the moment I saw Cyric, I knew how important this was to Cereen and Nathaniel. Withdrawing would not be an option for them, so I went all in. I went all in, out of loyalty to Cereen and Nathaniel. Especially for Cereen of course. And her sultry lips. And her soft wings. And her freckle, in that one spot.

I realized though, the fight against Cyric could have killed me, while I still have so much beauty to add to this world. I have a midsummer festival to organize in our beautiful fort. Sculpt images of Cereen and Sune. Send sweet poems to Cereen and deepen my friendship with Nathaniel, Vanniya and Kairon. Let’s not forget that we have to make Kairon out of Falcion. The question that arose in me, was the following: should I still commit to my suicidal friends, while in the long term I can do so much more beautiful? I love Cereen, but maybe there will come a time when I have to let go of her. Isn’t that the pinnacle of love? That you can let go of each other?

Such decisions are not taken lightly, especially when emotions take over, but, to make matters worse, there is haste. We have to move on again. From Laerel we hear that Chris is our next goal. He is one of the Purple Dragon warmages. He is needed to restore the timeline. If the timeline is fixed, so will the war be fixed and all this horrible suffering of war is fixed.

After a full night’s sleep we woke up. I told an inspiring story about the power of love. If love is not the answer, then you are not using enough of it. I saw that this especially affected Vanniya. That did me good. It would be nice if I could let Vanniya experience the beauty of the world through Sune’s eyes.

It was a sultry day. A beautiful day to defeat the great ugly evil and bring the beauty back to our wonderful world. My loyal group of friends and I have been faced with greater threats. There will be generations of bedtime stories to tell the children of the Dalelands and Westgate of our victories. Our battle stories will be presented in thousands of pubs throughout Faerun. We mounted our celestial steeds and after 2 days of flying towards the east on our graceful winged friends, we landed close to our common goal. In the distance we saw a castle that matched the description. Here, the fight against evil would take place. Here, we would get closer to the liberation of Cormyr. The poor battlemage named Chris would be held here by a group called Warforged.

The enemy is relentless. The enemy has no nuance. The enemy does not forgive and I am grateful for Sune’s beauty. And the love I get from Cereen.

We dismounted and discussed the plan. First our angel from Cereen went to scout, but, once there, the connection was severed. If anyone can disconnect from the ultimate image of good, it must be very very bad. Knowing the group, we buffed and will struggle to the last man. Fortunately, with the foresight of myself, I had “ see invisibility” put in my ring. The agreed tactual plan was to end the invisible enemy with faerie fire and drive out evil. Once we arrived in a nice tactical formation we saw the following image: Chris, the warmage was stuck in temporal shackles. Suddenly 4 assassins popped into the picture with insanely large catapults in their arms. Despite my “see invisibility” and despite my beautiful and very well trained blue eyes, they managed to hide. Additionally, there was an invisible flying lion and a warforged with rocket launcher on his back. This was not just any enemy and I was already worried about Cereen’s reaction. She would go all in. So I went all in for it as well. Begone! You foul creatures! I will not let you harm Cereen!

Unfortunately, I was greeted by 2 trunks of arrows that left two large holes in my fine silk robe, woven by Faerun’s finest tailors. I wouldn’t survive another tree trunk. I cast faerie fire and the lion became visible. Vanniya threw herself on 2 assassins and her fierce twinned icefire did its job. Cereen and Nathanial did Helm’s job and suddenly the shackles of the warmage were unraveled. It was a wonderful miracle to see how my beautyfull Cereen destroyed the evil plans. Cereen also said: “We fight!” My fear did indeed come true, Cereen carried on, against a formidable enemy who could well kill us. So I fought on.

To my great surprise, Nathaniel left with the warmage and Cereen by teleportation. This was no fight, this was a flight. The woman I will give my life for, abandoned me. My brother-in-law, for whom I will give my life, abandoned me as well. Vanniya and I were left alone, bleeding in the battlefield with a formidable enemy. The enemy’s revenge focused on Vanniya, but she managed to fly away to me and then also teleport away to our fortress. She’s tough. Once arrived safely, we were both angry. This was not the plan, this was not the deal. Nathaniel left us bleeding to die on the battlefield. This is not the respect that we deserved.

Nathaniel and Cereen managed to get back to the fort via a dual planeshift. Nathaniel was welcomed by a rant of anger from me and Vanniya. His defense was: “It is and was the right choice, Helm would not have allowed you to be hurt.” Although I surely was hurt, I could understand his choice and I might have had doubts in his shoes too. But it hurts that it is a calculating decision. My home is failing me. My trust is damaged. Am I giving my life for this shit? Within 6 seconds the decision was made to leave us half dead. I see no nuance, no emotion, no doubt or heavy weight at his heart of his decision. I do not see it. The pure calculating hurts, but that does not get through to Nathaniel’s blunt head. I wish it did. I will probably happen again and I don’t know how to respond to this.

We discussed a few things with Chris. I apologize to him.

Fortunately I found the beauty of life back in the arms of Cereen. I found comfort in a listening ear of Sune. She managed to be with me while performing the prayer which is this opera. She understood my doubts. The question that keeps haunting my mind is this: “How do I best serve Sune and the world? Is that by STAYING ALIVE and making the world a better place? Or should I make the world a bit more beautiful by GIVING MY LIFE? ”

I do not know the answer and I might not want to know. Aren’t these the life questions what makes the world worthwhile? Perhaps this realization and reflection is enough to achieve my goal and Sune’s goal.

The opera “The Beauty of the World” ends with a longing for an uncomplicated world and a dream for a midsummer festival with beautiful poems. With dancers in luxurious clothing and rhythmic performances. Drinks and festivities all over. Beautiful paintings. Lovely conversations. And at the peak a beautiful setting sun of Sune in the arms of my love Cereen”

End Opera.