12-12-2021, 08:40 AM
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Quote:I can yet sense it in the distance, I can feel it. Lingering, watching, encroaching upon all that is good and righteous. The void which seeks naught but the damnation of my people, threatening to swallow Osrona whole.
I do not know what form it takes, nor the servants it has acquired, but I know it approaches. My mind is a mess, my memories jumbled together, my recollection short. Yet I know what I must do, I know the only thing that I can do. My vitality restored by Maltziel, by the tome I bear atop my back, but even this is not enough.
Not alone. I cannot face it alone.
Servants of darkness beckon forth, wave after waver of those who seek naught but suffering.
We cannot falter. We cannot bow. We cannot afford to lose.
Orain. Ariadne. Valeria.
can you hear me?can you see me?do you remember?
The dance was elegant, the people divine, the music splendid. That night under the stars, beneath the canopy of the Academy. Your flushed features as we danced alongside your friends, stealing you away from Esther, do you not remember?
The day you mentioned your relationship with that Aertas girl... a day like no other, yet I remember it fondly. You remained confident, poised, and without fear. Informing mother and father alike of who you truly were, of who you'd become, do you not remember?
The day you married that Rhoynish, as well as all the children which followed. You fought so bravely, you were a spitting image of your mother, of your grandmother, to the very end. Even attempting to revive another, a Saint to be revered, do you not remember?
Just as in my age, my mind hazy, yet-
I remember it all.