Those who wander...
Jun 18, 2015 17:35:34 GMT
Post by LucasP on Jun 18, 2015 17:35:34 GMT
Last night, upon the Coral Beach, people gathered for a magnificent light show of the cosmos - golden and white lights like ribbons weaving through the sky. Few had ever seen anything like it, though many attributed it to being similar to lights that appear in the northern lands. However, the strangest thing happened then.
One of the golden lights stretched down to the beach and brushed just at the horizon line. And within it several shadowy figures took form. Before long, from the light itself, several people had begun to emerge, and quickly people began calling names and embracing upon the beach. Though there were not nearly as many that returned, as were claimed in the plague, those who did were indeed, plague victims. Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters, Brothers and Sisters - from children to middle aged, they rushed to the arms of friends, loved ones, and each other as they found their way, somehow, back to the city from the land of the dead.
One person upon the beach shouted religious cries. "Praise Dramordis" she said. Though few know that name, word quickly spreads that he is the god of Knowledge, and of all the gods. His name was on the lips of many as they left the beach to head home - either to find their loved ones, or to be with them again.
Several on the beach though - heroes of the city - stared at the wall of light looking for a particular face, that would not appear. Elated at their accomplishments, the victory was bittersweet, as on the morrow they knew they would be burying a friend, who gave herself for something she would have been "fascinated" to see.
One of the golden lights stretched down to the beach and brushed just at the horizon line. And within it several shadowy figures took form. Before long, from the light itself, several people had begun to emerge, and quickly people began calling names and embracing upon the beach. Though there were not nearly as many that returned, as were claimed in the plague, those who did were indeed, plague victims. Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters, Brothers and Sisters - from children to middle aged, they rushed to the arms of friends, loved ones, and each other as they found their way, somehow, back to the city from the land of the dead.
One person upon the beach shouted religious cries. "Praise Dramordis" she said. Though few know that name, word quickly spreads that he is the god of Knowledge, and of all the gods. His name was on the lips of many as they left the beach to head home - either to find their loved ones, or to be with them again.
Several on the beach though - heroes of the city - stared at the wall of light looking for a particular face, that would not appear. Elated at their accomplishments, the victory was bittersweet, as on the morrow they knew they would be burying a friend, who gave herself for something she would have been "fascinated" to see.
