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Subject: End to the Golden Age Author: Halette [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:18:33 08/22/02 Thu In reply to: Halette 's message, "End to the Golden Age" on 22:28:16 08/15/02 Thu My eyes took hold of the deceased. At first, I stood emotionless and dumb. A blank mind replaced a mind that betrayed my heritage. Moments before I knew...I knew what everyone knows. Voice of timid sweetness called me by name, stalling my mind a few moments from forming a question I should have asked...a question everyone must be asking now. Why? “Yes, brother.” A stiff sound emitted from my lips, as my mind asked...and answered. It was not death, but an escape to life she craved. An escape from us? Maybe, she was never the motherly type. And her blood line was secure...to a point. My claw fingered the gold necklace I wore, and I remembered the one who presented the gift. He was still alive...though weak And she had embarrassed him. “I worry, Tarquin.” I whisper, shifting my attention to the bronze. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: The s of Worry Author: Tarquin [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 15:22:50 08/23/02 Fri "Worry, Halette?" Forseeing a long discussion ahead, he practically rests his haunches onto the earthen ground. Though his words had the potential to be mocking; in truth his voice was as soft as hers, and he was as worried. He, too, remembered the giver of the gold necklace that now graced his sister's lovely neck. Perhaps the proposition of such a claim worried him the most of all. What if Halette was lured by the sweet chimes of "love" as their mother had been? Or power.... Quickly he whipped his eyes from the intoxicating gold, conscious of how he stared. "What do you worry about, Halette? Do you worry about what will happen next? About being without her?" A gesture towards their mother clearly presented where one worry could most definitely be placed. "Who will inherit the power?" He murmured, his eyes fastened upon the face of the old Queen. "Who will want it?" Slowly his eyes moved to glance around them, settling again on Halette.