The end comes for her.
She has been here many times before, on these sandy shores, releasing her deepest regrets to those that she has lost. Her mother Karaugh, twisted and cruel, had met her demise for her wickedness. Deserved it some would say. Her father Rhonen, the harborer of the plague that leached out onto the lands, he has walked these shores too. She had tried that day, to save him as Carnage demanded all others to destroy him. She remembers her screaming out to him now, her own son Zain sucking the health from her for his own ambitions. What has become of him now she is unsure, but she assumes it is no good. There was a bit of his father Levi in him, self-serving bastard.
As her body wilts like the rose, she remembers Taiga, the Seeds of the great redwoods she so gently carried and planted within Beqanna to bring the Kingdom back from the raging fire and floods that destroyed it. Washed of their sins she assumed. It was only then the poison in her veins was lifted, and the gift of renewal given to her. How she loved watching the flora emerge around her, just as it does now. As her consciousness fades, the magic given to her seeps back into the world, leaving flowers of all sorts sprouting around her sienna body that has become creased and grey with age. She was a legend here in her own right. A legend that will not fade but become immortalized within the salt of the sea breeze, the sweetness of the grass and the dust of the earth into which they all return.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
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Here lies Kolera, the forest nymph of Beqanna
She has been here many times before, on these sandy shores, releasing her deepest regrets to those that she has lost. Her mother Karaugh, twisted and cruel, had met her demise for her wickedness. Deserved it some would say. Her father Rhonen, the harborer of the plague that leached out onto the lands, he has walked these shores too. She had tried that day, to save him as Carnage demanded all others to destroy him. She remembers her screaming out to him now, her own son Zain sucking the health from her for his own ambitions. What has become of him now she is unsure, but she assumes it is no good. There was a bit of his father Levi in him, self-serving bastard.
As her body wilts like the rose, she remembers Taiga, the Seeds of the great redwoods she so gently carried and planted within Beqanna to bring the Kingdom back from the raging fire and floods that destroyed it. Washed of their sins she assumed. It was only then the poison in her veins was lifted, and the gift of renewal given to her. How she loved watching the flora emerge around her, just as it does now. As her consciousness fades, the magic given to her seeps back into the world, leaving flowers of all sorts sprouting around her sienna body that has become creased and grey with age. She was a legend here in her own right. A legend that will not fade but become immortalized within the salt of the sea breeze, the sweetness of the grass and the dust of the earth into which they all return.
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
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Here lies Kolera, the forest nymph of Beqanna
Kolera
Earth to Earth, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.