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PostPosted: Sun Aug 21, 2005 4:49 pm Post subject: Aftermath Reply with quote
After the long search for the Crystal Ball, and after his conversations with Brianha, Vaen headed back to the Legion Stronghold to reflect upon the day's happenings.

Opening the stronghold doors, he sat down on the benches that were in the main room. Leaning back on the wall behind the benches, Vaen closed his eyes. He saw many stressful things when he touched the ball. His mother's murder, Marcus's death by Vaen's own hands, Angel's death. So many Vaen has loved in his past were killed infront of him. He wondered how he was able to stay sane after all the mishaps that have happened to him over the years. "Or am I even sane?" Vaen wasn't sure. He had been known to change his opinion suddenly. Was this due to his past? Was he afraid to lose things so dear to him if he stuck to his opinion too often?

"Things dear to me..." Vaen thought, as his mind drifted to Brianha. "I can't lose her. Don't know what I'll do..." Vaen's mind trailed off to when Brianha first laid eyes on him after her memory loss. The look on her face was that of a stranger meeting another when she saw Vaen. Vaen closed his eyes tighter. Will he ever be able to get that thought out of his mind? He was staring at the one he valued more than anyone, while she stared back at him, wondering who he was. "It's not her fault."

Vaen opened his eyes and looked up to the ceilling, still deep in thought. He had recently been playing the lute, and singing about his troubles as a way of venting them. Perhaps this was his own method of therapy. And through this, others seemed to enjoy his songs. Brianha inparticularly. "Brianha..." Vaen said aloud. His thoughts drifted to her smile when he sang to her. A smile he will never forget. He was able to produce a smile on her face when she was more angry than she has ever been. "That has to say something... we're meant to be..."

Vaen picked up his lute and began to strum it a little, creating a soft, somewhat sad tune. Once in a while he will hit a bad note, but he will shake it off and continue playing. Soon after, he began singing softly to the tune.

"I swear I'm not the devil... though you think I am..."

He set the lute down. A song he will have to play later, perhaps for an audience, or perhaps no one at all. There are some songs that are meant for the writer only, and then there are others that should be sung for those with a deserving ear.

"Brianha...." His mind kept drifting back to her. How could he not keep thinking about her? He had to write her a letter, or he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Upon this thought, he quickly ran to his quarters and pulled some paper from a desk, as well as a pen, and began to write.

Quote:
My dear Brianha,

I do hope that this letter finds you in good health and good spirits. I know you have much to sort through, both with and without me. But I know you well enough to know that you will come out of this just as you want to, and no differently.

Long ago, I gave you a gift. Something that you have today, and that you've worn a number of times, and even held in your hands infront of me. There is something written on the inside of the gift. I once told you not to use it as something to cry into, as I did not want the ink to wash off. At this point you should know what I am talking about. But if not, do not worry. Use your head, and you will figure it out.

I wish to see you soon. For even on a sad day, your warm embrace always knows how to put a smile on my face. And if your skies are gray as well, perhaps I will sing to you a song, allowing you to close your eyes and drift off to a happier place, filled with only your most favorite of imaginations.

All my heart,
Vaen Swiftar


Vaen rolled up the letter and handed it to a pigeon. He tapped the pigeon's head lightly twice, and the pigeon flew off towards Brianha's house.

He watched as the pigeon flew off out of sight, and then laid down on the bed in his quarters. Closing his eyes, it only took but a few moments for him to drift off to sleep.
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