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I was sad. There was a thin mist swirling around me, not against my very person, for it left a space around me; I was not in direct contact with it, however I moved. Below me flowed a smooth stream, that went ahead and was smoothly changed into a low waterfall, with sparkling water and dark green vegetation that reminded me of spinach. I was facing the waterfall; though I call it one, it was but a miniature image of it, nevertheless, a waterfall it was and will be named.
I gazed sadly into the clear waters, hoping to see more than the shallow bottom. Was there hope anywhere? I could not see it. But I could suddenly feel it. I turned.
There he was - alive, whole, complete.
I looked up at him unsurprised,
"I thought you would never return".
He smiled a slow, sad smile, "Has it really been that bad?"
"Worse than you can imagine. Her kingdom is headed for ruin, the walls that once stood only by the strength of hope are now crumbling to pieces, each heart holds nothing but despair, and fear. The Wise, it seems, almost all of them, appear to have left the City. There are rumors abound, but no clear trace. The light is slowly leaving the towers, there is an absence of morals, and reason. Her throne will not be emptied, but the entire kingdom is threatening to become abandoned, yet the people will be there, yet it will become empty. A dead place it will become, with everything free, and yet caged. Too many have given up hope. Too many times have they been suppressed so as not to let the taint of fear spread to others, but it is becoming difficult to contain. And they are all afraid of an external interference, the greatest fear of all."
He cocked his head to one side; there was a question in his eyes, twinkling the way a bird's might when it is watching you, and he said,
"And yet...you are her?"
"Yes. And so are you."
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I was sad. There was a thin mist swirling around me, not against my very person, for it left a space around me; I was not in direct contact with it, however I moved. Below me flowed a smooth stream, that went ahead and was smoothly changed into a low waterfall, with sparkling water and dark green vegetation that reminded me of spinach. I was facing the waterfall; though I call it one, it was but a miniature image of it, nevertheless, a waterfall it was and will be named.
I gazed sadly into the clear waters, hoping to see more than the shallow bottom. Was there hope anywhere? I could not see it. But I could suddenly feel it. I turned.
There he was - alive, whole, complete.
I looked up at him unsurprised,
"I thought you would never return".
He smiled a slow, sad smile, "Has it really been that bad?"
"Worse than you can imagine. Her kingdom is headed for ruin, the walls that once stood only by the strength of hope are now crumbling to pieces, each heart holds nothing but despair, and fear. The Wise, it seems, almost all of them, appear to have left the City. There are rumors abound, but no clear trace. The light is slowly leaving the towers, there is an absence of morals, and reason. Her throne will not be emptied, but the entire kingdom is threatening to become abandoned, yet the people will be there, yet it will become empty. A dead place it will become, with everything free, and yet caged. Too many have given up hope. Too many times have they been suppressed so as not to let the taint of fear spread to others, but it is becoming difficult to contain. And they are all afraid of an external interference, the greatest fear of all."
He cocked his head to one side; there was a question in his eyes, twinkling the way a bird's might when it is watching you, and he said,
"And yet...you are her?"
"Yes. And so are you."
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