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03-05-2014, 06:00 AM
- Arah -
Her daughters awaited her return. The two perfect twins whom she adored with every sense of her being. It wouldn't be long now and she would be able to embrace them again, make sure they were alright. Arwen's cough still troubled her tiny lungs, although the little monster didn't let the cough stop her. Everyday Arwen returned with exciting tales of her adventures even though she was yet to leave the safety of the cave and see the world at large. It saddened Arah to know that both her daughters had been born in darkness and the interior of The Sanctuary was the only home they knew. Not for long though, the darkness was gone and the new mother prayed that soon she could move her daughters into the safety of The Basin. That was all she wanted her daughters to know, safety, warmth and the sense of family. True, most the time The Basin's occupants had hearts as cold as their home, but there was those few rare gems. The ones who Arah wanted daughters to meet, she was sure they would be able to tech the twin much about growing up, love, trust and the true meaning of friendship. Just thinking about them made Arah want to return to The Basin, she had no idea if they had survived the dark night. The doe sent a silent prayer to whichever god that might be listening for the safety of her friends. A strange sight was in the distance, the doe could not quite make out the figures. At the distance she stood at, it was impossible to even tell what creatures the figures were. Curious and for the moment thoughts turned away from her daughters, Arah began to wonder over to the figures. Finally she stopped before the ancient turtle, it was a soft smile that she offered him before bowing her head in respect. "Wise one." Soft as the sound of the snow flakes that drifted down around them. Her eyes move to the orb nestled beside the turtle, with a knowing and sad smile Arah realises that the egg must have been left behind. "Poor thing." Her whisper was quiet as her gaze lingered over the misplaced egg. Her golden gaze rests on the horned one beside her. "Look closely now dear, that's not a turtle egg."
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And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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