Date: 12/19/97 11:59 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Llenlleawc
She was dead. His soul had screamed as it left him, but even that had been but a poor comfort after his failure. None but he could so fully and deeply hate and torture himself, and still, it was a pale price. For days, Llenlleawc sat before the small mound where he had buried her, and his eyes stared into the distant hills. He was dead, he knew. The world about him seemed unconcerned that he was still breathing, and his blood still flowing. It seemed not to know that this was but a shell kneeling amongst the living things. After the days, he stood. Fine then, it mattered not if his body would not yet die. After all, it had been too incompetent to save her, why should he expect it to be able to die when it should? Soullessly, he began walking, away from the small mound and into the desert. Perhaps there his body would not be so quick to heal, to breathe, to live. Perhaps there the sands and winds could do what his body refused to do on it's own; perhapsthere this cursed shell would expire....
Llenlleawc du Lake,Knight of the Table, Prince of Eire,King's Champion
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Date: 12/21/97 11:21 PM Pacific Daylight Time
From: Llenlleawc
The sun was again high in the azure sky. He knew not how long it had been there, nor how many times he had seen it so. It was not even a surety that he was not simply seeing the samer picture as before...perhaps time had not passed, perhaps those meaningless words: minutes, hours, days, perhaps the faint memory of a meaning was false. False like the memories of a happier time. As faras could be seen, therte had never been aught but the sun and the sky, looking down uncaringly upon the sands and the figure that sometimes wandered through them; sometimes wandered, and sometimes just lay upon them, mostly laying recently...Mostly, as now. A ragged scrap of what could have once been a cloak fluttered in the hot breeze. The inanimate surrendur to the elements the only movement within miles (and where did that though come from? How long had it been since he had measured anything?) of the form. Dead eyes stared at the sand inches from them, seeing nothing of the desert except that which they had beheld so many weeks before. But then, what is time but yet anotherdirection in which to move? That being the case, then much movement was to be observed, and the action so powerful as to be dizzying....For our own sanity (the poor figure's being most likely beyond saving), we shall stand as if at a signpost, watching the figures rush past in their hurried lives, and see what can be observed from the sparse grass along the path....
From: Llenlleawc
The sun was again high in the azure sky. He knew not how long it had been there, nor how many times he had seen it so. It was not even a surety that he was not simply seeing the samer picture as before...perhaps time had not passed, perhaps those meaningless words: minutes, hours, days, perhaps the faint memory of a meaning was false. False like the memories of a happier time. As faras could be seen, therte had never been aught but the sun and the sky, looking down uncaringly upon the sands and the figure that sometimes wandered through them; sometimes wandered, and sometimes just lay upon them, mostly laying recently...Mostly, as now. A ragged scrap of what could have once been a cloak fluttered in the hot breeze. The inanimate surrendur to the elements the only movement within miles (and where did that though come from? How long had it been since he had measured anything?) of the form. Dead eyes stared at the sand inches from them, seeing nothing of the desert except that which they had beheld so many weeks before. But then, what is time but yet anotherdirection in which to move? That being the case, then much movement was to be observed, and the action so powerful as to be dizzying....For our own sanity (the poor figure's being most likely beyond saving), we shall stand as if at a signpost, watching the figures rush past in their hurried lives, and see what can be observed from the sparse grass along the path....