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Date Posted: 21:27:00 08/27/02 Tue
In reply to:
Bairavee
's message, "|:|Convulsion|:|" on 10:03:50 08/26/02 Mon
..|~*~|..
..A.w.a.k.e.n.i.n.g..
Oh, if my life was a dream within a dream!
Not awakening 'til the beam!
Reaching a tender claw out she strokes her son gently 'pon his forehead.
Yes, it was true. He was to much like her to deny it.
Pures born of Pure are rumoured to be almost exact replicas of their parent. And so he was. He looked just like her.
There was no denying it.
Setting him down she paused to eye him in his Sleeper form.
So plain, but beautiful. So impure, but clear.
Her back arching she stretch up to the heavens.
Dial o' regal elegance throne aback and arms outstretched to the winds as are her dappled pinions.
Her eyes now resembling glaring, ruby spotlights as they glow as brightly as the sun. The clouds above swirl as they become now golden and illuminated, other than silven and dull. The heavens become a myriad of hues as the earth shudders 'neath all's feet. Out from the ground and all living things come sparkles of spiritual light, showing their connection to each and all-their life force.
The golden mists of the sky spiral down and the light form the Earth circle 'round to engulf the Sovereign in a Holy nimbus, and both seem to be absorbed into her radiant complexion most powerfuly.
Becoming aglow with the light of the heavens, she steps o'er her son and places a burning hand 'pon his chest.
Many minutes of strainful but soft groans of concentration, it happens.
All light emitting from the Gainair travels into the fallen one. As it does, the skies roar with approval, the Earth quakes with acceptance. The trees and the grass and the flowers wave with admiration and humility at their new Lord.
All absorbed light shines out each of the young'un's pores only to return within. Return within to change him, give him the honorable and privilage of the power of the Gaias.
Now he must be taught to use his new found powers. Bu the only one who knew how-Ezmerelda. His Sovereign Mother.
He shall now be many times more powerful than he ever could be in his Sleeping state. He had a gift, and received it well. He deserved it, unlike many others, he deserved it.
"I am fog and fickle mist
I am all that can't be tamed
I am born of devil's kiss
Sear potential unrestrained,
I do not know what haunts me,
What saddened my mind all day;
An age-old tale confounds me,
A spell I cannot allay...."
Ezmerelda,
the eduring curse.
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