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Ragsrun -> RE: Ripples In the Mirror (11/1/2010 4:12:26)
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(Long story short: I woke up, thought of Shreder and Soul Weavers (Creepy, aye?), then thought of an AE-related story that I want to do sometime. This piece of writing here is, as its title says, a prologue.
...yes, I do still fail at naming. Be quiet. *sweatdrop*)
Prologue
A great flash cried and the victors howled,
“We’ve done it! We’ve done it! Oh, but what now?
The Sinlings are beaten, but their masters are still well!”
So the two started running. Not one of them fell.
And through the dark woods they kept on going
But, oh fate, ill fortune was showing.
The Corrupted Elementals encircled them
Smiling and laughing with a malicious din.
“Dearest Dolaeriel, I think we may die...
Envy, Wrath, and all you others...why?”
Alas, the sins made no answer
And simply kept on coming after.
“Tybira, my friend, please, just fly.
Now is the time for a final goodbye.”
Her Soul Ally gave out one final bang
And the young female was pushed out of the gang.
“Dolaeriel, please! You don’t have to do this!”
“Tybira, Tybira...it is my turn for the abyss.
Let me be at peace and see you run
And then my deeds here will be done.”
(Paragraph under contemplation...)
- Reluctantly, sobbing, she would pick herself up and obey,
But under her torn and bloody breath, she did say,
“My beloved, I swear I will go after you.
And I will not hesitate to make this true.”
The Corrupted Spirits prevailed and the gauntlets dreadfully cracked
But the girl
just kept on
running.
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