I'm me.
No more.
No less.
who are you?
...
"...and again. what power..." the man mused silently. smiling to himself. no matter what thoughts or dreams cast shadows arcoss his mind, she brought them to light. he found that one thought of her...any thought, would come in like the fresh breath of the ocean, and banish the stale ghosts that had been haunting his mind.
they had been following him for what seemed like ages. sometimes whispering, sometimes wailing their songs of sorrow. speaking in tounges of doubt and dispair. why they were so
persistant he had never learned, for the spirits spoke only of what they would, and in their own time. but he did come to find that they followed him to feast to their fill on his own feelings. the minor doubts and uncertainties he held close and covered, attracted them like the Great Fish of the Seas to the blood of the wounded.
she smiled at him. bright. radiant. true. and the darkness shrank back from the light.
he mused that maybe these ethereal paratites began on his trail several leagues back. their prescence felt similar to that of the swamplands where he lost his way, after he lost his Heart in the fall of their Tower. Perhaps they picked up on the scent of his misdirection, the ache of the wound he bore. and they followed. growing in strength and number. a pack of scavengers waiting for the weary to rest on knee. but he would not yield.
she laughed, amused with the way he worried about things that could do no harm. she looked straight into his eyes, and and spoke with a thought. a feeling...
peace...
his eyes followed the graceful curve of her shoulder and neck as she turned from him...looking out over the glistening city skyline. the wind lifed their hair...
...peace...
the echo in his mind moved his lips to mouth the words she did not speak. the sun shone warmly over the rocky stream where he paused for rest. water rolled over worn stones fallen from the high cliff walls. birds sang their call- and-response hidden in the green canpoy that surrounded. he opened his eyes and followed the course of the cascade untill it disappeared from sight around a distant bend.
...peace...
the wind picked up and lifted their hair...and he knew.
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