From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Fri Dec 05 2003 - 15:44:29 GMT
Siri nods when others mention resting for a bit, but seems distracted. Her
mind still mulling over the vision that they'd seen. Was it a warning or a plea
for someone to see and acknowledge them? To note that they had ever lived.
That they had died and still suffered..
How sad for them, she thought. That they should suffer unending. It was not
that long ago when she had thought that her fate would be the same: becoming an
permenant haunt in a terrible place with monsters stalking through the halls
around you. But she had escaped. And they never would.
Siri sat down, her hand along a wall, but instead of resting and drawing her
energies in to heal herself she quietly began to pray.
"Oh lords and ladies on high.
Passions that guide us
through our trials and tribulations.
Lend your ear to the silent pleas here.
To the ghosts of yesteryear.
Lend them peace that they might sleep.
End their torments that they might heal.
Greet them back into your fold
that they may awaken one day
and see the world through newborn eyes."
Siri pats the wall comfortingly, as if it were a small child. "You are seen
and you are mourned for. If I find your names I shall carry them. And some
marker will be raised for you. I do not forget the fallen. Grace to you and
sweetest dreams."
>"So where is everyone from?
Siri acknowledges the question, but doesn't quite answer it. She pulls her
cloak closer around her instead with a grin. "Where I am from the stars still
shone, but never as brightly as here among friends."
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