Andreth brought her hands up to her brow and closed her eyes, trying to will the grisly scene of Calimiel's demise to go away. She could not understand why she felt so sad. The girl had died so long ago. There was no reason to mourn her death. It was simply a return to her natural state.
Yet still her shade glimmered in the night, trapped in time between death and life. Not one and not the other, but a grotesque parody of what should not be. Andreth felt the tears flooding down her cheeks, and, as she did so, felt her body turn solid again. The ghosts turned into tiny sparkling lights, whose words she could no longer understand.
Goodbye, Calimiel. Goodbye, my kinswoman........ The quiet words resounded in her head.
[ March 20, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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