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Guild Wars 2 Soundtrack | Fear Not This Night
…She stands alone, till another voice finds hers and another till there are three. Together, their voices lift, rising to the stars above as the wind howls around them. Below them, the trees still, no whispering rustle of leaves nor creak of bough. Creatures pause, no steps carry them on their way as the song calls to their souls. The Starsingers sing from the mountain top for the first time in ages and once more, hope is felt in hearts lost…
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Fear not this night You will not go astray Though shadows fall Still the stars find their way Awaken from a quiet sleep Hear the whispering of the wind Awaken as the silence grows In the solitude of the night Darkness spreads through all the land And your weary eyes open silently Sunsets have forsaken all The most far off horizons Nightmares come when shadows grow Eyes close and heartbeats slow Fear not this night You will not go astray Though shadows fall Still the stars find their way And you can always be strong Lift your voice with the first light of dawn Dawn’s just a heartbeat away Hope’s just a sunrise away Distant sounds of melodies Darting through the night to your heart Auroras, mists, and echoes dance In the solitude of our life Pleading, sighing arias Gently grieving in captive misery Darkness sings a forlorn song Yet our hope can still rise up Nightmares come when shadows roam Lift your voice, lift your hope Fear not this night You will not go astray Though shadows fall Still the stars find their way And though the night sky’s filled with blackness Fear not, rise up, call out and take my hand Fear not this night You will not go astray Though shadows fall (Still the stars find their way) Fear not this night You will not go astray Though shadows fall (Still the stars find their way) And you can always be strong Lift your voice with the first light of dawn Dawn’s just a heartbeat away Hope’s just a sunrise away
Meeting Eroseidir Over Burnt Armor
Supper had barely been cleared from the table when Riesse burst through the door. Well, to be honest, when a massive beating upon the door commenced and she hollered out for Que....
"What in Titan's name? Is that lemondrop?" Que Hardy shoved his chair back from the table, the mug in his hand clattering as he rushed toward the door. Smoke ringing over his head dissipated as he moved.
Ama's feet stilled on the last step, her hand gripping the rail as the beating of the door sounded, "If it is, something is very wrong, love."
The Knight's hand gripped the door's iron handle, swiftly pulling it wide to reveal Riesse sitting on the step. In her lap, a man lay blood soaked, broken. Silently Riesse's face lifted to Que's as tears coursed down her cheeks. A trembling hand brushed lightly across raven colored hair matted with blood.
"Oh Lemondrop..." Despite his size, Que moved with surety and grace. Carefully, he lifted the still man from Riesse's lap; she gave no protestation, only a whimper of fear as her hand lifted with Eros's body only to fall as Que turned with him. "Ama, love, your skill is needed."
An Inkling of Children
The morning waned and the fire in the hearth died to low burning embers. Que was long gone, taking his lunch, pressing kissed upon the lips of his wife and cheeks of his children. Work on the new expansion called and the man and long given in to his passion for building. Perhaps it was in his 'death' that he had found the meaning for his living.
The low, sweet sound of humming drifted through the kitchen as Ama went about her morning chores. The spicy aroma of pumpkin bread and apple cider filled the air and drifted out through open windows. From time to time, Ama glanced at the children. Twins, hers and Ques, sat in the center of the floor, facing each other. While it was a normal day by all accounts, as the minutes ticked by, Ama began to notice something very peculiar.
The cherub faces of the toddlers were intently focused on each other. Neither's eyes blinked, nor did their lips move as they held hands, sitting there without moving. Wide eyed, they gazed intently into the face of the other. Odd, Ama thought to herself. While the blonde ringlets of Piquette may still from time to time, rarely did the pudgy Raj ever sit still. He was constantly on the move, most often with Kohl, his best buddy. On this day however, Kohl was with Cricket and Esiac, the twins alone with each other. No babbling, no tattle-telling, no sound passed from their lips.
Finally, when all chores were finished, the curiosity of it got the better of Ama. With a single tug, her apron loosened and was tossed to the sparkling counter top. Smiling, she moved to sit very close to her most precious gifts, a hand lifting to brush curl and cow-lick both. "Raj, Piqy, what on Azeroth are you doing, loves?"
A strange long moment passed in silence. The wide eyed stare holding until as one, the twins turned their faces to their Momma's. Ama stilled as their eyes turned to hers. Gone was the faint tint of green, replaced by silver and with gold. Gasping softly, her brows pinched, Ama tried to make sense of it. Worry shook her otherwise steady voice, "Raj, Piqy...talk to Momma."
The twins once more looked to each other, a simultaneous nod given. The hands not joined, raised as tiny palms lay against their mother's cheek. One to the right, one to the left.
Ama's breath caught, stolen as her lids slowly fluttered to a close.
Pitch black, no star, no candle's light to guide. Empty cold, aching loneliness. No sound, not a voice to breech.
Pinpricks of light, gathering, shaping clusters. Glimmers of light growing, taking form and giving warmth.
Lightening dances, crashing down. Winds howl, bidden to dance. Rain falls, giving birth to life.
Waves crash, land rising from the depths reaching for the skies. Creatures walk, wings take flight. Chattering sound fills the air.
Four walk, side by side. One born of Void, One born of Light, One born of the Stars, One born of Storm.
The creators were pleased.
Jealousy, anger, rage. Love, lust, obsession. Passion, hope, love.
Four divided, ripped apart, cast aside and scattered like the wind. Memories stolen for the sake of all, gifts given broken. Dreams haunt, whispers murmured in the dark.
Divided they fall, united they conquer all.
Ama's eyes snapped open wide. She swallowed the tightness in her throat. Breathing deeply, the pictures in her mind vividly painted though she found it hard to speak. Cradling her children to her breast, she knew it was time to contact her mother. A single word passed from her lips, "One."
As Ama entered her office for the day, scurrying as she was running a bit late, the sound of paper crunched beneath her boot.
As she lifted the parchment, scanning the pink writing, her head shook slowly, "Oh Pet, what have you done now?" Ama wondered allowed as she moved to her desk.
...Ama carefully tucked away the evidence. Blackmail..the barn did need a new roof. She snickered wickedly, calling out in a singsong voice as she hid the picture of Riesse and Bel in days long ago... "Oh Belllllgooooroooothhhh."...
Madame Hardy, I hope that this letter finds you well. My apologies that I never had the chance to thank you in person for all the work that you have done over the past few weeks ensuring that our members make a swift and complete recovery from their unfortunate accidents in Pandaria. It means...
Pastry flour smeared across her pert nose as Ama brushed the back of her hand across her forehead. Blueberry juice stained her nails and two toddlers scampered across the flour being chased by a drooling mastiff pup.
As Ama read the missive from Tarcanus, her heart swelled with pride and honor. To be a part of something so amazing, so uplifting in a world torn by loss and grief, to belong to an order whose goal was to instill hope and joy to a people that have long indulged in self destructive behavior was a chance of a life time.
With a smooth move of her hand, Ama untied the apron strings around her waist, making way for the barn. Whistling shrilling, she called out at the top of her lungs, "Que! Send Lucali around. I need him to pack up the wagon. I've got a whole passel of steamy, flaky blueberry pies, jams, muffins and more to be taken to Tarcanus's door." Her laughter rang out, brightly chiming in with the squawking of chickens and the ring of Que's hammer as it struck true. "Titans Ama, are ya sending him the whole damn farm? I'd hate to see Belgoroth break down in tears. It's not manly, ya know?"
Rumbling, deep throat laughter filled the air. Life on the farm, a country manor of sanctuary and love, was good.
A Check Up
Ama's small hand held the Huntress's as she 'tsk'ed' and frowned like a mother hen worrying over a chick. Her eyes searched the wound carefully, accessing the healing taking place. "You know it'll have a scar. Yes, you knew that going in." Her eyes lifted to the deep forest green ones looking back at her. "What were you thinking, Amers? It couldn't have been so bad that you did -this-." Ama shook the hand she held gently. "You realize what you have done, don't you?"
Ameriya nodded, her hand pulling from the petite Priestess's. "Aye. And it is done." Just as she pulled her hand away, so too did she pull her gaze.
"Does Rook know? Does he even have an inkling of the price you paid to set him free?"
Ameriya's eyes snapped back to Ama's face, "No and he will never know." The intent behind her low spoken words was all too clear.
Ama shook her head, moving back to her desk. "No duty today. It's not just your body that needs to heal, Amers. And don't back talk me. If you do... you'll lose and..." She let her words trail off, giving her 'that look'.
Ameriya sighed deeply, reluctantly agreeing to the orders she was giving by the healer. "I serve the Celestial Dawn now. However, I will do as you instruct."
Ama lifted a brow and smiled in that way she had.
...A future Riesse...
...From the Farm's kitchen...
...Food supplies to be donated...
BEL NEEDS LOVE!! LET ME LOVE HIM!!! HRNG!!
Oh Bel has plenty of love, HES GO THE REGISTRY CREW YO. And the farm, you ever had Ama’s Breakfast? if you havnt, its worth the trip out to the western plaguelands. Do it!
"Are you ever going to stop eating?" Ama grins wickedly, her hands balancing yet another plate of food. "Titans. It's a good thing we bought extra acreage. It won't be long as your butt won't fit anywhere." Setting the plate before him, her hands find his shoulders and she leans in, nose crinkled up as the spark of mischief lights her eyes. "Home is where the heart is, or in your case, where the food is. Love ya, Bel."
Ama, I have it… I know how we can right this illness! But it’s not an illness of the body. It’s one of the soul..
That had been two hours ago. Now the Medical Wing of the Celestial Dawn had been cleared of everyone but Rook, and the ailing members of the adoptive family he had served with for...
Amanette,
I don’t think your letter was fully intended to reach me, but rather Carro’wyn.. but Ama, if there are spirits above to thank, you should.
We talked only briefly I know but given the bits and pieces from what’s been told to me, and now with what you mentioned about Que’s thoughts.....
With trembling hand, Ama penned a short reply.
Rook...
I've received your note and am doing as you suggested. It seems to help or maybe it is simply my wish for it to do so.
Que agrees that this -is- indeed some type of Sha influence but, he says it's mutated in some way.
Rook, please hurry.
Ama
(Letter) To Riesse Starsinger
Ama took a deep breath, the comfort of Que's arms giving her strength to pen the words. After the missive's ink dried, it was given to the 'Watcher' and sent to the Silvermoon Registry.
Momma...
Things are dire here and...I need you to listen and understand. Please.
It has been a long time since I've felt so inadequate, so unsure of my steps. The number of ill grows on an daily basis now. We are at eleven and Momma, if they were just sick with some disease of the body, I could do what I need to do but, this..this illness ravishes their minds and I can't reach them. The sleep they are in is like death. The fever on their brow almost burns the fingertips to touch.
Que believes it is sometime of infestation and manifestation of the Sha. You know what that means. The minds, the emotional center of their being is affected if so. I can't do that, Momma. I can't touch their minds because...because of what it does to me. Only you and Que know but, the risk is too great. And yet, what am I to do? I can't sit by and watch the suffering of these people I've come to love. To that end, I write and pray you, of all people, understand. If help doesn't arrive soon, I will do what I must despite the protestations of my beloved.
Of all the women I know and am blessed to have had in my life, you are the one that has taught me what love is and the sacrifice that comes with loving. I know you would give all, I've seen you do it a million times. You'll understand, if it comes down to it, I know you will.
So, what I need from you is...I need you to take care of Que and my babies, of our family..if anything goes wrong. I need you to know that it never mattered to me that I'm not blood of your blood, flesh of your flesh or bone of your bone. YOU are my Momma just as my Mother is. I couldn't have loved anyone more or asked the Gods for a more amazing Momma than you. Thank you, Riesse. While those words are so simple, I know you understand. I love you, Momma.
Please send a wagon with more Frostweave blankets and linens. Also, fresh produce. The cooling properties of the material in the Frostweave seems to help the fever tremors and the puree' is all they can stomach.
Stars guide you, Momma...
Love Ama.
Ama stood, pushing her weary frame from her make-shift desk and slowly wound her arms around Que's waist.