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Faereluth
I'm in shock * * * No really . . . I guess I should explain, I had just turned away from the amazing window with the blade shoes when I noticed across the dark path just visable grave stones, my heart almost skipped I was so happy. There seemed to be no one around to mourn/celebrate so I stepped down onto the dark path meaning to cross over to them, when . . . this monster with bright white eyes came rushing at me, so bright they were I couldn't see, I just managed to leap aside as its roar shrieked in my ears. It wooshed past, its hot stench stinging my nose, then before I knew it it had vanished its red rump spots glowing angrily as it raced up the black path. I stood for sometime, half on half off the black path and shaking with the horror of the monster, the gravestones forgotten in the moment, gradually the fear lessened and I began to wonder at what it could be. I was sure it was no creation of Spriggan, nor anything Pot could imagine, It didnt seem something Friendly would have anything to do with, so who . . . My stomach groans jolted me from my thoughts, I havent eaten since this adventure began, well then lets do a little mourning and maybe they will let me join the party for surely there must be a party as none had yet returned . . .
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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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