Thy soul shall find self alone
'mid dark thoughts or the grey tomb
Not one, of all the crowd to pry
into thyn hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness, for then,
the spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overpower thee, be still.
The night tho' clear shall frown
and the stars shall look not down
from their high thrones in the heaven
with light like hope the mortals given
but their red orbs, without beam,
to they weariness shall seem
as a burning fever
which would cling to thee forever
Now are thoughts thou shalt nae banish
Now are visons ne'er to vanish
from thy spirit shall thy pass
No more like dew drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of death, is still
and the mist upon the hill
shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken
Is a symbol and a token
How it hangs upon the trees
a mystery of mysteries....
Her eyes scan and penatrate from the depths. Watching this scout...Ghaleon, should have known.
Perhaps he has forgotten too much...Is it possible, he managed to escape the past and loose it from his mind in entirety. She scowls her eyes darkening. No, she felt him, she can still connect. Had he managed to escape it....he would be oblivious to anything.
He would come, He would see, His fear leads him on, yes his fear. Again her eyes brood...he fears her. In her anger a small fire ignites around her, the circle rising upwards the flames reaching with
firey tendrials to the night skies. Her body enconsed in deerskins molded to her form like a glove, she penatrates the forests with nary a sight or a sound. leaving behind the cast charred ring that once held her.
If he follows his instincts, he will find what he seeks. and only he shall come upon her.
Not those he has do his bidding. In many ways he still follows the teachings of Maddox, as much
as he tries to elude from it. Maddox...even in his grave he has cursed her. perhaps cursed them both...
Something reckless warns her...
she turns, closes her eyes and the vison comes. Ghaleon comes...Now to remind him of the Game, but not a game they would procure. One he taught her...survival.
long ago the times he would follow the signs, the only one who ever found her, even when she didnt wish to be found and lure her with his words and hands back within the circle of the many...
The many all dead now save the both of them. The Dead...their lessons, their will, forged within her. She carries the best of each of them within her...striving...to finally prove them wrong, and be what they scoffed and said she'd never amount to.
Only one reason gave her fight...One reason not to fail...