Ienotheisa
15-11-2003, 22:01
Viole felt like crying, or perhaps hitting the wall. Time seemed to be standing still, except the pile of bodies kept growing. Time moved on, and would until the end of the universe. It was the world that stood still.
She, and all who followed her, could stand by and watch. It was all they could do. Violence, as proven again every day, would solve nothing. Arguing for peace was worthless, between two peoples who would not trust one another enough to even put down their guns.
And here she was, supposed to be celebrating another day. Another year. Nineteen years of freedom, of love, and of live. Three things that the rest of the world seemed denied on a regular basis, all because of petty feuds between a small elite who would never feel hunger, or pain of loss.
"aérnesor ae eséarlékar" She sighed.
"vénasilá slae vásselar sonáthae" A soft voice replied.
She turned; Kyrsten sat there, alone, neatly dressed as usual. "Three thousand, Viole, dear. Trust that it will end, someday."
"I don't know if I can hold out that long, Kyrs," Viole said, going to sit next to her mother. "I hardly know what to do next, anymore."
"That's the first time you've called me that," Kyrsten said. "And the first time I've let anyone but Aeris call me that."
"Oh, mother," Viole said, tears building in her eyes. "I need you, both of you, more than ever, now. Don't leave me?"
"Of course we won't," Kyrsten smiled softly, gathering her daughter up in her arms.
"Good," Viole said, returning the hug.
"So, sweet Viole, what are your birthday plans?"
"I don't know. Just that I don't want to be alone."
"A party, perhaps?" Kyrsten suggested. "You could put out a general invitation."
"I... I'll leave it up to you."
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General Invitation
Celebration of a life; PM Viole Of the First
City of Peace; Weapons not allowed, safety guaranteed.
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Kyrsten Of the First
She, and all who followed her, could stand by and watch. It was all they could do. Violence, as proven again every day, would solve nothing. Arguing for peace was worthless, between two peoples who would not trust one another enough to even put down their guns.
And here she was, supposed to be celebrating another day. Another year. Nineteen years of freedom, of love, and of live. Three things that the rest of the world seemed denied on a regular basis, all because of petty feuds between a small elite who would never feel hunger, or pain of loss.
"aérnesor ae eséarlékar" She sighed.
"vénasilá slae vásselar sonáthae" A soft voice replied.
She turned; Kyrsten sat there, alone, neatly dressed as usual. "Three thousand, Viole, dear. Trust that it will end, someday."
"I don't know if I can hold out that long, Kyrs," Viole said, going to sit next to her mother. "I hardly know what to do next, anymore."
"That's the first time you've called me that," Kyrsten said. "And the first time I've let anyone but Aeris call me that."
"Oh, mother," Viole said, tears building in her eyes. "I need you, both of you, more than ever, now. Don't leave me?"
"Of course we won't," Kyrsten smiled softly, gathering her daughter up in her arms.
"Good," Viole said, returning the hug.
"So, sweet Viole, what are your birthday plans?"
"I don't know. Just that I don't want to be alone."
"A party, perhaps?" Kyrsten suggested. "You could put out a general invitation."
"I... I'll leave it up to you."
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General Invitation
Celebration of a life; PM Viole Of the First
City of Peace; Weapons not allowed, safety guaranteed.
http://homepage.mac.com/jeannel/iblog/kevin/C52542801/E36844338/Media/Kyrsten-Sig.jpg
Kyrsten Of the First