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10-11-2013, 08:37 AM
 The sun, a throbbing heartbeat. Its warmth is something that I no longer take for granted. Quietly I pray a morning prayer to both an earth father and sun brother. For though as a child raised in the worship of earth—it seemed right that sun would receive praise considering all he had done for this family, and myself. Resting beneath the shadow of our old Magnolia I gazed with lazy intent at my homeland. Thinking about Ktulu, our daughter and Hototo. I hadn’t seen them in such a while.
Was she thinking about me? Did Hototo go visit? Fina had been flying over the forests, keeping a watch for me. I learned that Ktulu had abandoned the Foothills, along with her sister. As for who wore the crown? Rumors whispered a painted lad with a crystal blue horn. I knew the brother they spoke of, and pitied his soul for being forced into politics. We made choices. That was what seeing that other world had taught me. A hard lesson learnt from a mistake of another being. Yet, here I stood, learned in the same thing he had been. Each individual had a neutral plane of existence, were the choices you didn’t make are played out on a separate thread of time. The choice to not adopt Cera. The choice of life and death. The choice of magic. Fina stayed near me, she refused to leave my side out of concern. I took days to recover, Onni had healed my body—but the spirit was exhausted. I drank, slept and ate. Soon I would be well enough to return to the front lines, it was where they expected me to be. But I wasn’t ready…or at least—I didn’t feel ready. Our colours come alive when I collide with you
with you, with you
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