Post by Lessien Mithrandír on Aug 21, 2006 4:08:53 GMT -5
Rain fell heavy on the cobble black stones. Puddles disturbed as hurried footsteps made their way through the blackened streets. The weighty Chapel doors opened as a lone figure rushed in. Water dripped to the ground as the small built girl leaned against the doors. Dressed in a green dress her black cloak hung to one side of her body; everything soaked through. A face as pale as the moonlight and her eyes rimmed with red from tears and endless sleepless nights. It had been a long run in the mist of the night. Searching for sanctuary: from never-ending terror. A puddle formed beneath the kin slipped feet, small and dainty as they were. Moving slowly Lessien made her way towards the first pew; slipping in she sat. Few people were about at this hour; the town clock had recently struck 2. The hymns of priests could be heard echoing around the walls. Candles glistened below the altar; lighting the way of those long passed.
Images came again. Religion had never been a big thing in Tyranth, only the faith of something greater than mankind. Their faith had been the only light in a dark time. Falling silently to her knees Lessien begged silently for the help she needed. The inner peace she wished for. Everything she had known; everyone she loved all gone in one foul swoop of man’s rage. She did not care who was to answer whether it be the God of the Christians or the Pagan Gods. She simple wanted to be rescued from this chaos. Her wish was for the endless sleepless nights to end.
As the only other worshipper in sight left the Chapel. Lessien rose and took the fateful steps towards the gleaming candles. Only after lighting her single candle did she falter in her composure, falling to the marble covered floor. Tears streamed down her face as her fists bashed at the cold hard floor. Her small cry echoing through the chapel, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry Father; Mother; Everyone.”
Images came again. Religion had never been a big thing in Tyranth, only the faith of something greater than mankind. Their faith had been the only light in a dark time. Falling silently to her knees Lessien begged silently for the help she needed. The inner peace she wished for. Everything she had known; everyone she loved all gone in one foul swoop of man’s rage. She did not care who was to answer whether it be the God of the Christians or the Pagan Gods. She simple wanted to be rescued from this chaos. Her wish was for the endless sleepless nights to end.
As the only other worshipper in sight left the Chapel. Lessien rose and took the fateful steps towards the gleaming candles. Only after lighting her single candle did she falter in her composure, falling to the marble covered floor. Tears streamed down her face as her fists bashed at the cold hard floor. Her small cry echoing through the chapel, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry Father; Mother; Everyone.”
