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Halette
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Date Posted: 05:59:04 08/20/02 Tue
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Halette
's message, "End to the Golden Age" on 22:28:16 08/15/02 Thu
Sipping from the humanoid wine glass, my mother was once again the female fatale. Isis, a golden hair seductress with crimson red lips and a blood black silk attire, was flirting with the charming snake-eyed Zahara. Tiberius was nothing but a shadow in her dark mind, even though the fires lit by their short-term relationship were still alighted. More than once her red lips locked with his, and her fair skin met his swarthy hands. Yet, he abandoned her to the night.
And she felt nothing but disappointment. My mother lost her heart that night. Darkness claimed the emptiness and smothered the ache in her slowly beating chest.
I could not bear to look at her a moment longer; my eyes shifted to the glistening treasure of hers. Jewels of ample size and chains of the purest gold captured my attention, as it did with most of my kind. But my heart did not crave the objects that claim lives and steal souls. It was horror that captivated me. The objects smelled of blood, and I knew that their only worth was of the blood. I shuddered at the thought, and turned once more on my mother.
A stained silver dagger laid on the stone in front of her. Fresh blood dripped onto the blade, and slowly my focus raised to her bloodied hands. Shocked at the flow, my eyes became large. Her Blood, life of the Kingdom, drained from my mother’s clawed hands with little struggle. Her lips parted as a strange chant chilled the air. The chant was ancient, yet known by heart. It was given by the decease, her mother. And as she spoke the words, her mind slipped to the dame.
Blood opens the gate, child. It leads us to paths unknown to our kind. You, though, may choose another if this one has ceased to be life. It is you who will receive the gift. It is you who must remember there is no return, no memory, only dreams that speak of the past. Be reborn, my daughter, and live again.
Reincarnation was a foreign but strangely intimate and depressing thought. Despite the intense emotion building, I managed to restrain myself from action. Then again, I was always the one in the shadows.
Unlike my mother, the golden Queen.
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