Post by Kouichi - Yami No Kuro Raion on Aug 7, 2010 21:51:16 GMT -5
I wrote... sort of a Eulogy/obituary for Profeta from tthe heroes' point of view. So... here it is.
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To us, she was an angel, radiant and pure, long before we knew she was a servant of the gods.
She was a prophet, a seer, our guiding light, long before we knewe she was Prophecy itself.
We followed her not because she had power, not because she was beautiful, not because she spoke convincingly. She was all those things and more, but we followed her because she was kind, and strong, and even before we knew her past, her sadness and beauty of spirit were evident from the moment we met. We knew nothing about her, but we knew her, from those first few moments, lost and confused, on a world not our own.
White and gold were the colors of her dress, but more importantly, they were the colors of her soul. White for purity, for light, for goodness; gold for strength of will and radiance and beauty.
She was loved by everyone she met, kind to everyone she saw, and always took the right path, no matter how long and steep.
You could see it in her eyes, the conviction with which she moved, the fate towards which she walked without concern for her own feelings and well-being. She embraced death, because she knew her time had come, and even afterwards she helped us, her spirit giving us the light we needed to keep going against odds that seemed impossible without her.
No one loved our worlds more, no one knew us better, no one gave so much, as the angel who lies here, resting in peace, through the eternity she should have lived.
She leaves behind a family that spans two worlds. We whose lives she touched, even briefly, with her presence, are lightened by the memories, and devastated by her passing.
She who was Prophecy.
She who was our savior.
Profeta Uruhane, time unknown - 9475 (Allorum), 2010 (Earth)
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To us, she was an angel, radiant and pure, long before we knew she was a servant of the gods.
She was a prophet, a seer, our guiding light, long before we knewe she was Prophecy itself.
We followed her not because she had power, not because she was beautiful, not because she spoke convincingly. She was all those things and more, but we followed her because she was kind, and strong, and even before we knew her past, her sadness and beauty of spirit were evident from the moment we met. We knew nothing about her, but we knew her, from those first few moments, lost and confused, on a world not our own.
White and gold were the colors of her dress, but more importantly, they were the colors of her soul. White for purity, for light, for goodness; gold for strength of will and radiance and beauty.
She was loved by everyone she met, kind to everyone she saw, and always took the right path, no matter how long and steep.
You could see it in her eyes, the conviction with which she moved, the fate towards which she walked without concern for her own feelings and well-being. She embraced death, because she knew her time had come, and even afterwards she helped us, her spirit giving us the light we needed to keep going against odds that seemed impossible without her.
No one loved our worlds more, no one knew us better, no one gave so much, as the angel who lies here, resting in peace, through the eternity she should have lived.
She leaves behind a family that spans two worlds. We whose lives she touched, even briefly, with her presence, are lightened by the memories, and devastated by her passing.
She who was Prophecy.
She who was our savior.
Profeta Uruhane, time unknown - 9475 (Allorum), 2010 (Earth)
