Monday, July 15, 2013

Db 36

"You are still here? It is such a beautiful day outside"

Silver couldn't not be shocked everytime he heard this voice. Sometimes he felt like such a freak of nature. He had carried her to The Tower Of Black Birds, withered and weak on his arms and she had slipped into the eternal rest, death sleep of angels. Death! She had been dying in his arms. He still felt her on his arms. He still morned his mother and sister, both who he had carried to death.

He swallowed and looked at her. "Mother, do not sneak up on me like that!" or is this really her mother? This smirking creature with a straw hat ... He covered his face with his palm. This can not be. Jean overalls - so the ripples of Els's being had reached here. But this is not all that bad. It is better than he could have ever imagined.

"I'll be in the garden" - "There are audiences today" - "It is up to the youth now and I can retire and be a plain old gardener" and before he could argue, she left.



The sun shone high, she wiped sweat from her forehead and tried to dig out a dandelion. "I'll settle you in the herb section, don't worry" she was speaking with the little yellow, who had decided to grow among lilies. "It is too dark for you here, babe" and she petted the bud.


"Queen, landlords from Everleigh seek the councel of the Eldest. Pardon"

"I am busy here, go get Ira..." and she stopped.

She sighed to the baby dandelion: "They'll never let me be, will they" and stood up. "Tell them that I will be there shortly".

He had been at throne for longer than she was and still there are matters they wish to discuss only with her. She settled her spade and straw hat on a garden chair and followed the guards.

The rooms. She had spent such long hours between those white glittering walls. Now she could not stand them. No, she didn't hate them nor her past. She just preferred being in the Sun now. Thank you, girl. Thank you for bringing us the Sun, she thought as setting the final feather in place to walk out as The Queen, The Eldest, The First Angel - Aokuma. "This is all yours, come home".

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