The End Of an Age

Started by Milieva, January 11, 2013, 05:14:03 AM

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January 11, 2013, 05:14:03 AM Last Edit: January 11, 2013, 05:37:15 AM by Milieva
I apparently had a need to write some angst tonight.  I've already posted this on tumblr, but I thought I would share it over here on the forum. 

Sorry, I totally killed Clef here.  I'm sorry.


The End Of an Age

The tears that ran down Umi?s cheeks had nothing to do with the smoke that stung her eyes. They were the tears for the end of an age, of a love torn apart by death. It had been a life longer than she had ever anticipated, but it still wasn?t enough. She buried her face in her youngest daughter?s hair unable to look at the shrouded body of her lover licked by flames. The girl clung tightly to her mother, not quite twenty, she?d barely known her father compared to the eldest who was well past her 300th year this past autumn.

Umi?s knees buckled beneath her as her body was wracked with sobs. It was too much too soon. They had known it was coming; he?d been ever so tired the past few years, even retired from his post as guru in the end. That didn?t mean she was ready to say goodbye to him.

The past two weeks he?d slept more than he?d been awake, each day saw less and less of his bright blue eyes and heard fewer words spoken by his gentle voice, until those eyes opened no more. Their children had taken it in turn, sitting with their mother at their father?s bedside that neither were ever alone. And now, all fourteen stood round her, with comforting words and supporting hands as she sank to the damp ground, unable to stand.

;-; <--- that's all i have to say.
Of all God's creatures there is only one that cannot be made the slave of the lash. That one is the cat. If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat.
- Mark Twain

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Edgar Allan Poe

 T__T 

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal."
From a headstone in Ireland