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Jun. 14th, 2011
Birth Dream
Jun. 14th, 2011 02:35 pmShe found herself sitting in a meadow of lilies. Silver hair loose from its braid blew around her in a breeze she couldn't feel, the moon high in the sky. Behind her, she could hear a voice though she couldn't place to who that voice belonged.
"-Weeping lilies!" Is that what they were called? They were so lovely though. How could anyone look upon these and think of the word 'weeping'? And then, the sound of someone weeping draws her attention- A young woman with blonde hair, weeping over the body of a man. At her shoulder was another woman with longer blonde hair, this one wearing armor. Neither face could be seen, turned away from her. Both seemed, no, felt connected. As if the grief of one bled into the other.
And even she could feel their grief, if only minutely.
'I know them...' But she couldn't remember them. Is this why they were called weeping lilies? Because they were connected to pain? Or was it symbolic? Her mind raced and she stood, taking a looking around the valley. As she slowly gazed around, bodies seemed to materialize. Each one killed in one manner or another.
"Why...?" She question, voice small and saddened. And then, a stray tear fell down her cheek at the sight of so many lives lost. It was normal, lives being lost. Inside, she knew that. Seeing them all laying there though, dozens upon dozens upon dozens more bodies... It was overwhelming.
"-Weeping lilies!" Is that what they were called? They were so lovely though. How could anyone look upon these and think of the word 'weeping'? And then, the sound of someone weeping draws her attention- A young woman with blonde hair, weeping over the body of a man. At her shoulder was another woman with longer blonde hair, this one wearing armor. Neither face could be seen, turned away from her. Both seemed, no, felt connected. As if the grief of one bled into the other.
And even she could feel their grief, if only minutely.
'I know them...' But she couldn't remember them. Is this why they were called weeping lilies? Because they were connected to pain? Or was it symbolic? Her mind raced and she stood, taking a looking around the valley. As she slowly gazed around, bodies seemed to materialize. Each one killed in one manner or another.
"Why...?" She question, voice small and saddened. And then, a stray tear fell down her cheek at the sight of so many lives lost. It was normal, lives being lost. Inside, she knew that. Seeing them all laying there though, dozens upon dozens upon dozens more bodies... It was overwhelming.