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Date Posted: 12:26:08 11/05/02 Tue
A crowd of voices echoed across the usually quiet expance of the Sapphire Plains. Voices of wonder of such a remarkable place. Even more remarkable to them was the appearence of a strange woman, a plain woman wreathed in a sillouette of silver and gold intermingled. She walked through the makeshift camp that they had created, and stopped in the middle, drawing a tight, curious crowd around her.
"Hear me, lost Forgottens. I bring you news that your god Ceallac has died, his exsistance limited to only a few sparce people across the lands. But I did not come here to tell you this. I came here to offer an extended hand of his wife Zenra in hopes that you do not feel complete abandoned. While Zenra is the goddess, she is nothing more than a fledgeling one, only now starting to grasp the extent of her ability."
There was a calmed hush, but also an air of apprehension.
"This place where you stand is isolated from the outside world, as are two other places like it. This, the Sapphire Plains, was the favored spot of Zenra before she was mantled goddess. Thus this place is a holy place, as are its two sibling lands, the Emerald Platue and Ruby Lake."
Zen turned, and examined the crowd, getting mixed reading from each face she looked at.
"As I speak, two of her Prophets are coming here to take those of you who wish to go to these other two places. You may go there, or stay here, or you may wish to journey to the outside world, where many dangers may lie in wait for you. Many creatures have come to wish to hunt the forgotten, and wish us complete extinction."
Mumbles rippled through the crowd, and became a sence of much discussion.
"My name is Zen, Avatar of Zenra. I am she before she became the Goddess. All I ask is that for those of you who haven't, and fear rejection, open yourself to her, and accept her as the Goddess. I know for those of you who felt the shredding of the forsaken act done my Yukina has left scars on you, I understand if you wish not to embrace the Goddess. I'll not force it on any of you. It is your choice after all."
Voices grew louder, and debating started. Zen looked around for a moment, then started to walk away.
"Avatar?"
Zen stopped, and turned her head to look over her shoulder. A young man stood behind her, dressed raggedly, but possibly better than most.
"All we wish is that we regain the lives that we lost when we were forsaken and taken as slaves."
Zen turned to him as he spoke, and smiled warmly.
"The lives you had are long since dead, but should you wish, you can pick up where you left off."
"Then Hogoromo shall live again."
Zen smiled deeper.
"It still does live. Ruby Lake isn't too far from where the new Hogoromo Castle is. Perhaps you can start your new lives there?"
The young man bowed, a crest on his arm showing through that he was once a knight. Then there was a flicker, and the White Wind glowed etherally on his hand.
Zen felt a wave, a warm wash over her, just as Zenra did, a new connection to lives past lost to be reborn.
"The Prophets will be here in a few days. You decide who will move to where, and what new lives to start. It's all in your hands."
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A butterfly flittered across Tyrsis' path and landed in her hair. It's black wings speckled with irredecent blotches of red and green sparkled softly.
It's north than you want my seer. Toward the place on the horizon that always glows the color of blood. You'll find there Knight near there.
The butterfly twitched its wings, then took flight again, only to come to rest on edge of Lashana's right wing.
The elves are in danger.
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