| Berig | Created on Saturday, 16 September 2006 23:09 |
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*A young woman walks up, her eyes are pure compassion but as you gaze, a hint of wisdom gained from the loss of innocence can be seen. She smiles at you* ========================================================== I am Shadowyn. Do not ask me where I come from, or where I am going. These memories and decisions are not mine to make. I can tell you who and what I am, and that is all the knowledge I can give you *she gazes at the floor and a soft smile graces her face* I was born from turmoil, from the inner struggles of a young woman cast out by those she loved and forced to live in the dark abyss of lonliness. Because I am part of this womanI share what she is and who she will be. I am Emrys, the soul and guiding light to the Shamaness Maevalia. I am her "youngest" sister though I am not flesh and blood but rather a watcher, called by the spirits to protect this woman, I sit within her mind and serve to help her in her own time of need. We are one but still we are not complete, for I am the healer, the light, the spark of compassion that leads her, but there is another side to her *at this points she look up and a hint of laughter touches her eyes* Oh yes, she has another sister...and I will introduce you to her before this time comes to a close. Before I leave though Ill simplify this for you. I am of the Emrys blood, a part of Maevalia. As she was running for her life down the path the spirits set for her, she encountered a terrible ordeal that just added onto the darkness she lived in. She did not have many possessions to begin with, but one morning she awoke on the ground of the forest, to find that all of her things had been taken. Tears began to flow and as the fell to the ground, the spirits saw them and mourned for her. They care not for mortal possession but it was her sadness that touched them and so they gave her the power to feel the sadness of others, through me. I am her compassion, her kindess. Do not get me wrong, she CAN be nice enough on her own *smiles softly* But I am her sense of loss and the knowledge she gained from it, a memory born to flesh. Through me she remembers her time of need. Although she did not gain her things back, the spirts gave her a purpose in life by giving me to her. I help her to help those who find themselves in the same darkness that she once was and from this, she found light. So now you know..whenever she smiles at you and your day brightens just a little, remember me and know that I to will protect her as well as all the easons she has to smile, which are a lot *grins*. *She begins to waver and she gazes down to the floor again. She reaches out with both hands and a pale purple light engulfs her, you are blinded. When you look up, she is gone and another woman stands in her place* |
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