THE BOOK OF REQUIEMS:
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Ven.du.mar has requested us to write our unfiltered thoughts about the great departure, and I, Ly.reah-Ama.ya do so at this time. I remember it well as it was only six weeks ago. But it cuts me even now. I had longed to see the sea, for Hidden City, was all I knew, and as beautiful as it was, I longed for more. The journey here to the Grey Havens was bearable, but not without its harsh issues. My desire, of seeing the sea, ended with those great sails being unfurled and leaving us behind. I cried inside. Then I cried aloud. Mother and father perished in the Ring War, and I had none to comfort me, save my grandfather and brother. I was bitter and distant from them, for denying me such passage. I was angry. I ignored our grandfather’s comforting words and gave him only silence in return. Seraphim, my older brother by two years, was eager for a new beginning and gave me little heed but desired his books. When my grandfather died, I could not take back my silence, nor my severe words. I felt bitter at myself and those regrets still haunt me in my dreams. I did not comprehend, as to why the choice was taken from me, but in that struggle to gain my own path and journey have I grown stronger through, in gratitude unto Alno'il.mana, for His divine strength from above.
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