oh no oh no okay.
❛It has been a month since my muse died. Your muse is visiting mine's grave. What does yours say to my muse?❜
palliidus
She did not even have a grave.
We lost. No. We did not truly lose, but with the number of casualties, it felt like so. Spirits did not leave their bodies behind when they died, they did not leave a trace that they existed. It was painful watching so many disappear, fading into the troubled sky. I did not know if there was something else after This Life for us. Was there an Eternal Resting Place? Reincar- nation? I hoped if there was, the ones who lost their lives would find somewhere peaceful.
Spirits did not leave their bodies behind, but Humans did.
She was more Human than us, but had tremendous abilities that no mere Human possessed in Atlantis.
She was Human. And her body remained after the War.
I felt her when she was struck, the excruciating pain, her concern, and then the nothingness that followed. I did not want to believe, I would not believe that she --
It distracted me, keeping me from focusing, keeping me from leveling the grounds as I would have. It kept me from protecting Critias & Hermos as I should have. It kept me from thinking straight as I flew towards Dartz, aiming to destroy him with my jaws--
I lost my eye, and I was only to blame. It was only until after I regained consciousness that I sought out my fellow Knights and ultimately Her.
They were concerned about my eye, but I told them there was something more Important to do.
I moved off to where I last felt her. The remaining Spirits were tending to their own wounds or helping the rest. None paid any attention to me as I dropped to my knees where She lay.
She was gone.
There was no movement of her chest. Her eyes were closed, arms payed out above her head.
She was gone.
The loss of blood and my eye soon caught up, and I fell beside her, using the rest of what strength remaining to hold the hand closest.
A month later proved a difficult task. The Spirits left her, and as I recovered I screamed at Critias & Hermos more often than I wished.
"She does not have a grave?!"
"Where do you expect us to put her, Timaeus?! She is no Spirit! Atlantis is gone!"
She was Human. She deserved somewhere to rest.
I snuck out of the Castle one night, knowing full and well Critias & Hermos would feel me leave Our World if I tried. There was a small open area between trees not too far from the Castle that I ended up in. My magic was weak, it spent most of its time trying to heal my eye--which was proving to be difficult, thanks to the Sword of Kings. But I did not need much magic.
Growing a few flowers did not require much. They were blue, like her hair & her familiar.
Humans believed in something after This Life. I hoped She would find peace in it, not having to endure any more hardship. That was all I could do.
"I am so sorry."