#palliidus

     She did not even have a grave.

          We lost. No. We did not truly lose, but with the number           of casualties, it felt like so. Spirits did not leave their           bodies behind when they died, they did not leave           a trace that they existed. It was painful watching so           many disappear, fading into the troubled sky. I did           not know if there was something else after This Life           for us. Was there an Eternal Resting Place? Reincar-           nation? I hoped if there was, the ones who lost their           lives would find somewhere peaceful.

                     Spirits did not leave their bodies behind,                                                             but Humans did.

             She was more Human than us, but had tremendous              abilities that no mere Human possessed in Atlantis.

                             She was Human. And her body remained                                                                          after the War.

          I felt her when she was struck, the excruciating pain,           her concern, and then the nothingness that followed.           I did not want to believe, I would not believe that she           --

                            It distracted me, keeping me from focusing,                             keeping me from leveling the grounds as I                             would have. It kept me from protecting Critias                             & Hermos as I should have. It kept me from                             thinking straight as I flew towards Dartz,                             aiming to destroy him with my jaws--

             I lost my eye, and I was only to blame. It was only              until after I regained consciousness that I sought              out my fellow Knights and ultimately Her.

                    They were concerned about my eye, but                      I told them there was something more                      Important to do.

           I moved off to where I last felt her. The remaining Spirits            were tending to their own wounds or helping the rest.            None paid any attention to me as I dropped to my knees            where She lay.

     She was gone.

                  There was no movement of her chest. Her                   eyes were closed, arms payed out above                   her head.

     She was gone.

              The loss of blood and my eye soon caught up,               and I fell beside her, using the rest of what               strength remaining to hold the hand closest.

     A month later proved a difficult task. The Spirits left her,      and as I recovered I screamed at Critias & Hermos      more often than I wished.

                 "She does not have a grave?!"

                 "Where do you expect us to put her, Timaeus?!                   She is no Spirit! Atlantis is gone!"

     She was Human. She deserved somewhere to rest.

             I snuck out of the Castle one night, knowing full              and well Critias & Hermos would feel me leave              Our World if I tried. There was a small open              area between trees not too far from the Castle              that I ended up in. My magic was weak, it spent              most of its time trying to heal my eye--which              was proving to be difficult, thanks to the Sword              of Kings.                               But I did not need much magic.

                                         Growing a few flowers did not                                          require much. They were blue,                                          like her hair & her familiar.

              Humans believed in something after This Life.               I hoped She would find peace in it, not having               to endure any more hardship. That was all I               could do.