Rain sat on the beach, looking out to the vast and seemingly endless ocean. Her legs were pulled up so that she could rest her chin on them. She felt a bit lonely and sad at the conclusion of her latest adventure, but she knew it would soon pass. She had missed her rounds about town, but she did not feel up to it. As she sat, a little elven boy and a half-orc girl came to sit with her. They were wondering if she was all right, for they missed her at the fountain. She smiled gently at them, her heart buoyed by their concern. She drew them to her and hugged them.
"I am fine my, little ones." she said. "I shall return to the fountain tomorrow, I think. And I will have more tales."
She looked at the two of them curiously. "Perhaps," she said, offering them to sit with her, "I may have a story just for the two of you." They eagerly sat, attending to her words raptly. She smiled. "It may sound like a sad story at first, but if not for the depths of grief, how can we truly measure the heights of joy?"
Once upon a time, in a land far away and remembered only in song and verse, there was a beautiful elven kingdom whose spires sparkled in the sunlight. In its castle lived a prince, fair of visage and good of heart, who loved to walk about his kingdom and visit his subjects. One day he happened upon a group pelting stones at a cloaked and huddled figure and stood between them.
"Here now!" he commanded. "There will be none of that in my kingdom!"
"But My Lord, she's an outsider! A half-orc!" The group called.
"I care not." Said the prince. "She is in my kingdom, and I'll not have her treated so poorly."
When the mob had dispersed, the prince went to the huddled figure. "Come with me." He said gently. "I will take you home."
The half-orc looked up from under her hood. She was a fierce looking creature, from her orcish bloodline, but her features also held a delicacy, a gentle look in the eyes that also held sadness and loneliness. Such hurt touched the prince's heart when she answered, "I 'ave no home, master." she said, averting her eyes from him.
"I am born a prince, but I am no ones master." He said. "Very well, if you have no home, I shall install you in my house as my guest, until such time as we have healed you of these sores from the rocks and you have forgiven me and my people for disgracing you in such manner."
"I... I am not disgraced, Prince. 'Tis me lot in life. Me people's lot in life." She said humbly.
"Nonsense." said the prince. "Now come along or I shall have the guard carry you up there." He smiled.
So it was she stayed in the prince's castle, and although he discovered that beyond the wounds of the rocks that she was bent and lame, he invited her to stay as his handmaiden, for he felt her gentle spirit. In the fullness of time, she served him well, and when he married a woman of genteel nature as his own and bore children, the half-orcess was as good as the children's second mother.
Time passed, and the half-orc grew old and feeble. She did not have the long life of an elf, and it broke the elf's heart, who by now had become king, so that he was always at her bedside when she took ill. She had served him faithfully and lovingly for near half a century, and now her time was nearing. He held her hand and wept as the hour neared, when suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light in the room and a small girl was standing there, as beautiful a visage as the king had ever seen.
The small girl smiled at them and looked to the half-orc. "I've come for you, handmaiden. It is time for you to walk proudly through the garden of the Eternal Rose."
The king stood agape as the little girl took the handmaiden's hand and guided her out of bed. She stood tall now, erect and straight, not a glimmer of her former discomforts, and behind the little girl, a round portal opened into the most beautiful garden the king had ever seen, so that he was brought to tears yet again. The half-orc embraced her king one final time and they exchanged their last goodbyes, then she entered the paradise.
The little girl looked at the king with kindly eyes. "You have glimpsed eternity this day, heartful king. It is my gift to you, as well as an eternally fruitful tree in my garden. Live your life as you always have, and you and your family will walk under its branches one day. She will be waiting for you there." She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed the king's cheek, then walked away into the portal and closed it.
The king mourned for the loss of his friend, and planted a tree on a beautiful hilltop for her. It was always said that tree bore the ripest and best fruit that had ever been, and in his own time, the king went there with his wife of many ages, where he lay under its shade and slept. When his wife returned alone, she was weeping but smiling. "I have seen him cross the bridge and rest under the shade of the tree." she said, and never mentioned that she had met a little girl there who had been waiting for him for such a long time.