I wonder, could we ever meet again?
And I wonder if we’ll live up to your promises?
And the road was cracking; we were laughing, 191 more words
I was not bereft of my beloved when he chose not to stand beside me in those final days.
Even as I wore both the armor of battle to stand against the hoardes of the North who threatened our peaceful existence, and the white robes of a Priestess; I believed it was an honor to stand with my sisters with our swords in hand even as the earth began to shake and move beneath our feet, and the smoke of the eastern mountains blocked out the light of the moon, and the very stars. 60 more words