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Date Posted: 01/22/05 12:09:34pm Sat
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Goddess
's message, "My judgement" on 01/22/05 12:58:22am Sat
Vain only glanced to the Goddess. Though it was almost impossible to tell, a slight smirk crept up into his features as the Weave slowly began to restore.
" You hold no dominion over me, however, I shall return to slumber. " He said quietly as he vanished, the Weave again no longer visible to the naked eye of most.
One by one the Escalvone reverted to their Forgotten state, most mentally numb as they fell on their knees, some on the spot, while others went to the wounded, and brought them to the temple. All of them gave thanks the strange divine intervention. Few, if any understood. Damuthca gently fell to the ground and surveyed the damage that was caused during the brief skirmish that almost became the End of Time itself.
Will peace come at last? Damuthca thought. He hope so. He hope for a future for the children at the very least.
Kami however, only looked toward the warrior cathedral, his eyes quickly finding the lone dark figure on top of it, his wings folded in upon themselves as the two seemed to look at each other from afar. Much was left unsaid.
Peace would exist, but Kami knew, watching the boy fly off with Yukina in his arms, it may not last for him.
Turning that aside, he went to get his daughter Emillia, and the Queen Zenra who was in some type of cocoon. Together with them, he took them away from where the celebrations would soon occur. Least he assumed they would celebrate, he hoped they would infact.
It was good for the healing process. So Kami went away, not too far where he had lived for a brief time. And waited for Zenra to awaken fully. Would she even be their leader again? He didn't think so. That mantle seemed to have spread to Damuthca and Tyrsis, which , to his thinking...
Was again a good thing.
The Escalvone and the Hogoromo residents did infact celebrate. Giving thanks to the Goddess, and also to the Chaos creature Wyrd, strange enigma that he was. They all hoped that this peace would last.
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He buried here near the pond she had always loved. He didn't know why she shared such an affinity for this place. But that didn't matter. He would get no explaination from the dead.
Kenji stood over the grave, his hair being tossed about by the wind as he looked over the pond, his red eyes barely being reflected by the stirring water.
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