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Faereluth
Entering the little yard wherein the gravestones stand I am aware of the tower so so tall. In the low light it is hard to see but there seems to be carvings and tall windows with shapes of different colors, If the daylight ever comes I'd like to see this place again. For now I concentrate on the task at hand. The first stone I touch is icy cold, it bites at my fingers, but I am determined that one way or another I will get someone to come back, even if I can't join the party I can at least ask where the refuge is maybe. Each stone I touch I whisper softly. "I celebrate you" and each time I wait hopefully then pass onto the next, when I finally run out of headstones and still none have returned it dawns on me to try adding a Giant to each of my utterings and so I begin again, several stones later and still not a one has returned, I'm starting to feel sad, why won't just one come back so that we can be friends and I might join them. I do not like being alone here in this darkened world. I try a few more until I have exhausted every Giant even Trisor, I mouned and celebrated and tried every way I could until I am standing again at the front gate of the yard alone. My face is wet water drops trickle freely down my cheek, I'm not sure why but it seems fitting, I have lost all I loved, every friend I had and worse I had allowed myself to imagine I could survive beyond Ur . . . with my energy gone I turn away from the cold unkind headstones the thought noone cared enough to come back burning in my heart . . . when by chance I see a tiny flicker of light, its very brief, then its gone . . . and with it my tiny speck of light fades . . . . but then . . . the flick of light appears a small chink just a few steps away . . .I move towards it . . . I can hear music . . . Lay your picks and scrapers . . . I wanted to hear Goodnight Groddle one more time, but no . . . no despite my trying to make the sounds become that well known tune, it is not, what I hear is brighter by far . . . c1.glitch.bz/wp-uploads/mai... . . . my tiny speck of hope brightens and I step forward finding a door just a tiny bit open . . .
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Marla
Tears are running down my face as I read this. I love these tales and will miss them. Almost as much as I miss Ur.
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Faereluth
I push the door and it swings open, my heart leaps as I am surrounded, the air is filled with loud squeals and shouting . . . arms wrap around me as I am drawn into the room. Cries of Fae!! Fae - at last . . . yay, and welcome, fill my ears. So many hugs . . . and me trying feebly to respond, I start to recognise some in the room, there's a Unicorn in striped pants leading a conga around the room, a group sitting at a table wearing cat ears that are playing some sort of word game, A blue smurf is leapng up and down with a bunch of others, I'm about to join them when strong arms wrap me up in a huge hug . . . its almost as if he'd heard an un-asked question, for at last I am reunited with Joe and now I know everything will be okay. He leads me over to a table with two chairs, I'm about to stand on one of threm but he laughs shaking his head, "Naw Fae look!" with that he squats down and sits on the chair, He laughs at my surprise . . . "But Butt . .. how?" I ask . . . Grinning he replies "Like thiis . .. this . . .this" He's bobbing up and down on the chair like a chook trying to brood a too hot egg . . . I laugh and with a little practice manage to sit down . . . the room has caught the action and now everyone is bobbing up and down laughing and cheering and I am filled with happiness. Bowls of stew appear on the table, Joe and I share a meal together . . . the room fades to a blur of happiness . . .turning to Joe I smile . . ".How is this possible?" Joe grins "Havent you figured it out yet . . . sheesh and you where the one who said it first." I sit slowly sipping my stew . . . "hmmm stew" I mutter "Yes" Joe replies "Kinda awesomey We laugh . . . I am deep in thought now what was it that I said first . . .
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Marla
Tears are running down my face as I read this. I love these tales and will miss them. Almost as much as I miss Ur.
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