| Subject: Sing your ending hymn, great poet |
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Tyrsis Kayaroqua
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Date Posted: 01/13/05 2:01:17pm Thu
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's message, "Love" on 01/13/05 12:42:35pm Thu
The palace of Hogoromo stood empty, dust rolling along its floors at the force with which Kenji entered. None dwelt there. It was a ghostly place, devoid of life. Little Emillia would not have been strong enough to overpower her guards. Young Emillia had been killed in the night, Kenji's victory swept away before it had ever begun. Zenra was as she ahd been, a queen, a goddess, a love... trapped still in a swan's body. Very few hours remained on that, however. At dawn she would awake Forgotten once more, father's lesson lifted and about to begin in full.
Do not judge yourself unworthy of gifts. It is amazing what can happen in an absence.
Hogoromo itself seemed nearly vacant, all who could answer the call to arms gathered around Myuler's home with any weapon they could find. Those who could not... sent away, beyond the confines of this plane.
A flock of birds landed in the Escalvone courtyards, each with a message strapped to its leg. The messages were simple. An explanation of the threat on Aurora, requesting that those who could not fight, or who were younger than seventeen to step through the portals that woke when they were read and seek solace on different planes until all was well again. And that they who could fight gather in a central place before proceeding to Escalvone.
Hawk wings rustled and for a moment the birds stirred, startled as the predator swept over head, ignoring them as it gracefully manuvered its way through a slit in the tent flap and gliding to a halt in front of Damuthca. To its leg, a note as well, sealed with the insignia of Hogoromo.
Damuthca Escalvone, High Sword of the Dragon.
Within: Please evacuate those in your city who are unable to fight. I step down as regent and place myself at the hands of whatever judgement you should choose. Hogoromo is yours until Queen Zenra's return. Tyrsis Kayaroqua.
Short and simple, written as a captain would write his general.
Outside, letters were opened and portals formed, all of Escalvone looking to their leader for a decision.
In Hogoromo, Tyrsis rubbed Aphrodite's head gently, playing with the plumes in an absent way. Citrine tears no longer marred her cheeks, her staff held across her lap.
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