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Subject: Prison. Author: Zenra [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:06:44 10/02/02 Wed In reply to: Kiasin 's message, "Kiasin" on 21:38:23 10/02/02 Wed It wasn't terrible, to be held in a place that was pure bliss. It wasn't even bad. It was hell. Zenra leaned her forhead against the surface of the bubble she was in, just inside the gates of Heaven. A bubble to keep her from being rash. It was hell. An invisble ping shot through her head. That feeling, that presence, even as it was only there for a split second, it lasted for millenia. Her heart gave a painful lurch, even as she shut her eyes. Ceallac. Her form was glittered with the irredesent light of the bubble's light dancing over her skin, like a soap bubble. There was a slight ease to her heart however. Those that had been freed somehow regained their believe the goddess hadn't forgotten them. Folds of tendrils over lapped on her, so many lives returning to her support. But it was still so hard to accept she could not help them. Images flashed over her vision, pressed down to those below most sensitive to picking up such things, being dreams or visions. A flood of so many colored wings, gracing the sky. More Forgotten than had been seen in thousand years. But at what cost? The danger they were heading into was far beyond what they knew. The image of a sword, and a dagger it's twin. Crying demons. Glistening red, the color of blood. Tearstains. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Departure Invellios 04:27:56 10/03/02 Thu Ignorance must be bliss...NOT -- Shin Azaka, 06:12:03 10/03/02 Thu Quirk -- Raken, 20:41:13 10/03/02 Thu Confused -- Shin Azaka, 20:47:06 10/03/02 Thu Pah. -- Raken., 20:51:12 10/03/02 Thu Re: Pah. -- Invellios, 20:57:13 10/03/02 Thu Tut. -- Mari., 21:05:54 10/03/02 Thu Tut Tut -- Anj, 12:57:32 10/04/02 Fri Re: Departure -- Shin Azaka, 06:14:51 10/03/02 Thu Re: Departure -- Wes..who hates double posts.., 06:16:22 10/03/02 Thu