| Subject: Peace would be bliss. |
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Zenra
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Date Posted: 16:15:16 09/19/02 Thu
Maybe it was the dull ache in her abdomen that lulled her to reality, or perhaps the all seeing eye within her mind that told her when her people were in trouble, like the dragon giving chase to Ariel. Maybe it was lingering voice that had told her love was the answer that stirred her to wake, or perhaps it was the void of silence that was left from Ceallac's demise.
Perhaps now there would be something of a resemblence to peace, or maybe not. Peace would be bliss after all they had endured over the centuries. The quiet wake left by the souls of the choir left a calm feel around the nether realm, souls finally allowed to seek judgement for a final resting place, whether it be heaven, or hell.
Without Ceallac's influence, Zenra wondered briefly before cerulean and rainbow-starburst eyes opened, if there would still be the worry of Forbiddion. She hoped it died with Ceallac, spread across oblivion never to rear its ugly head again.
An unfamiliar place graced her eyes, but two very demanding presences flittered across her attention. One was Zion, the other...was Jin. Yes Jin, she'd heard his prayer, possibly one of the key factors to saving her life.
She sat up in the bed, one hand falling over her abdomen where Ceallac's blade had sliced her. She fingered where the gaping wound would have been, but it was gone now, miracled away by the blessing it was to be...immortal.
A cold breeze swept in through an open window, brushing against her skin in a welcomed way. It was comfortable, though a normal person would have grabbed for all the covers and blankets near them to wrap up in.
She didn't know what happened to the Icewind, or the dagger that she'd plunged to what had seemed to be the heart of Ceallac's power. But she was sure they would cross her path again, when she would need them the most.
Silken tresses brushed past her face as she raised her hand to her hair and moved it back from her eyes. She was still dressed in the same attire that she had gained when she changed, the Egyption look she still adorned. She partially smiled. It'll be a look to stay, she thought. It suits me. A melencholy half laugh escaped her, and she slid out of the bed.
Everything seemed hollow now, the goal achieved. No doubt the word would spread quickly and there would be rejoicing to be done after everything was rebuilt. But somehow, it seemed hollow.
She had been reminded, even as Kami was there to be taken away again, and Genesis found the need for his presences, the time for it, not right, that even with the remaining Forgottens spread across the vast lands in sparce groups...she would have to do all her caretaking...alone.
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