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Post by alysen on Nov 25, 2007 13:42:26 GMT -5
I don't have words to explain what has happened. The Seelie, the Unseelie, the Goblins...even the Sluagh themselves, so much illusion - - so much trickery.
Everything is still somewhat cloudy. I find myself swept away by memories rushing forward uncalled - - memories and details about all the others, but I am still having difficulty recalling much of myself at all.
Sholeth says that this is the way it works. Memories of others come first. We must share and discuss to regain our own. But there is still so much mistrust. All I know for certain is that Kiernan led us here for a reason and we must see it through.
It is like having a strange double vision. When I look at Laird Sholeth, my instinctive reaction is one of fear...then the memories return. Sitting in the coffeeshop downtown, the sickly sweet scent of his pipe smoke on him, the little black notebook he was always scribbling in...some general. None of Autumn is ever really suitable for war. It makes me wonder...were we the best we had, or just those foolish enough to come?
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