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Flaria
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Date Posted: 11:25:25 07/24/02 Wed
"This isn't oblivion, if it was I wouldn't be able to feel or see anything.......right? Oblivion is supposed to be the end of everything, a rest from pain and suffering, from memories that can torment, from weariness that in a mortal body could know no end. I did what I could to help Clowie and then, then I was sent back. Why? So I could drift aimlessly for the rest of forever? Adnarel, my brother where are you? You said that you would take me home when my time came, have you forgotten me? Even my own Goddess has left me here, can it be that where I am I just cannot be reached? Is it because I failed to stop the darkness in another realm? I know now that the forces I was sent to try and stop won, and it cast that world into darkness. Is this supposed to a punishment then? Do I deserve it truly?"
Walking along the ground these questions plague the now deceased Shadowangel, a spiral of torment, a loop that led inevitably back to it's beginning. If you were to look closely at the ground upon which she walked, you would see that the grass was unbent, the semi-translucent form showing each blade standing straight as though nothing walked over it. Reaching a clearing she spread her wings, shimmering red-gold outlined with shadowy flames, to their fullest extent. Running a hand through raven black hair she pauses for a moment.
"I have nowhere I can go, I don't feel the tug that would lead me to where I'm supposed to be. Could it be that the last memory I have, the searing pain, the feeling of thousands of blades slicing into my body and soul severed that link? Could it have been severed the same way the connection to my sister was cut? I wish I knew."
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