The days of questioning grew with each passing season. The urge to see each day to its end faded. Aya wandered listlessly each year questioning why she was still around. Why was she born with such power to extend her life beyond anyone's predictions? Why had she not ended the misery yet?
She knew she was still on this earth because hope still lay within her. One day mages would stand beside non-mages with joy in their hearts. That mages would not have to hide themselves, remaining in the shadows as before. Yet she was afraid of the past repeating itself.
Year after year, she wandered the earth, helping where she could yet finding fear in mo
Explosions rupture the earth around us
Shots cry out in the blackness
Birds have long since taken flight
Flown away from all that was here
Filled with water and rats
Stenches mark the passing
The trenches kill as much as they protect
Bodies litter above
In the untouchable area betweens sides
Ever victory mean too many deaths
War is death, only death
Remember,
The days the soldiers fought,
on the blood soaked earth.
Remember,
The days the bombers used,
their weapons of destruction.
Remember,
The cries of starving children,
tossed from their homes.
Remember,
The concentration camps of Jews,
forced there to die.
Remember,
The loved ones scarred or lost,
in the counltess battles for glory.
Remember,
The families at home,
waiting for their loved ones to return.
Remember.
A small lake lapped the shore of a deserted campground. His aged body, clothed in an elegant attire of fine brown woolen trousers with a matching green jacket adorned with only small silver cuff links turned, noticing Lady Aluria not far off glancing around. He hadn't been here for some time and even then it was only for a short while. This was where he had approached her, a young wide-eyed ten year old and asked her to learn to use her magic and to help fellow earth mages. No one had known then the impact she would have on Ilarsis nor the decision she must now make.
She was now in turmoil trying to decide whether to accept the position as
Mirai. Future.
A word of endless possibilities.
Yume. Dream.
A rolling film of endless versions of the future.
We can not have one without the other.
Mirai ha Yume to isho ni ugokimasu.
The future moves together with dreams,
Hand in hand.
Ashita no tame. Itsumo no tame.
For tomorrow. For forever.
An endless path of life.
Roads meet to form intersections,
But roads also bend away from one another.
We met at on of these intersections,
To share fond memories and good times.
Yet, that road we've travelled these years has finally parted.
We move off on our own,
For new experience and new knowledge.
Yet I can not bring myself to speak the words of goodbye, sayonara.
So instead I choose to merely say mata ne,
For I know we'll meet again someday.