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[Merci d'Rue]

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It was a small cottage with a few sectioned off bedrooms. She walked the floors the musty smell hitting her nose. Cracks of light filtered in thru a broken window. This was a simple, well made house. Just right for the family that lived in it once... No frills, no fanciness though they had not been poor. This was the home of a proud warrior family, and its kin.

She walked further into the house shadows of the past taunting her but yet beckoning her deeper. She couldnt resist, since her memory of years ago had begun to return she had to see what she had left behind. The first room was a kitchen there were wooden bowls sitting about as if someone had been about to begin dinner preparations. A large sword stood rusted in the corner.

She let out a laugh as she remembered her mother trying to wield it to chop up some meat, when the knives went missing. They always went missing , and they all knew who took them.

She went into the next room and there was a gathering area where they ate and talked and her grandmother would tell stories. The room still smelled of her..she could remember those wrinkled hands pulling her softly onto her lap telling her young grandaughter what an honor someday she would recieve. Showing Merci the black stone necklace and Merci would smile. She could hardly wait. She grimaced inwardly.

She moved into the next room and her heart lurched, a painting torn and blood splattered hung on the wall. It was a picture of her mother and father on their wedding day. She walked up to it and traced her finger along her fathers strong jawline..and smiled softly looking upon the weapon that hung at the brides waist. Yes, mother even got married, wearing a weapon.

I know who you are... at last... the words spoken to the empty room shook her deeply. You all live again in my memory.

She walked to the next room and stopped. A broken vanity in the corner, various items set about.. She walked to the dusty bed that lay deteriorating and kneeled before it. She ran her hands along the floor boards there fearlessly searching for something, until she felt the small latch. Lifting it open a low groan of hinges creaking her keen eyesight peered into the darkness of these depths probing it. There sat a childhood treasure beyond any other, knives..blades, broken tools..How she had adored them. So many stacked lovingly in there.

She looked around the room her eyes drifting over the familiar place, that was now cold, so lifeless replacing the warmth that had once been there. This was not her home and her mind thought of Stonegate's rocky cliffs jutting out defiantly against the rest of Malas. She would not forget these mementos, the people that had lived here, never again would their faces bring no response. The memories were coming back more and more each day and she would tell everyone to her children. She began packing up her treasure looking over each one as it if it were an old friend. For they had never let her down..

Her children must know, about them all, every drop she could remember must be spoken. She smiled her hand touched the smoothness of her abdomen, caressing it almost, and excitement leapt into her eyes. She Merci of the d'Rue Warrior Clan, Guardian Oracle of Stonegate, Proud Wife of Bishimi, reached out to her unborn child nestled safely there...the Lotus blossums anew.
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May destiny guide you...

[Emily d'Rue]

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Emily stood to the side watching her daughter roam the delapitated walls of their former home. That fact that her heart no longer beat within her chest did not stop it from breaking at the sight. Love filled her eyes, as Merci perused the furniture, the portrait, the rooms.

Step after achingly slow step she would pause and remember, pause and remember. Emily really didn't need to hear her thoughts to know what they were. They were the same she herself was having. Without a doubt, she knew that her beloved Marus and herself would never truly be forgotten, not by Merci. They wouldn't be forgotten by Korin, who was soon to start his own family. They wouldn't be forgotten by Fiona and Fionntan. And they wouldn't even be forgotten by Alexis, with her "I don't need you" demeanor.

The cycle of d'Rue would start once more though it had never really left....

[Bishimi]

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Floating? Falling? Perhaps even in water, it was hard to tell. In this vastness there was only color, a light blue that reminded him of the sky and a bright white that flowed throughout it. He heard no wind rushing by his ears, no resistance to his movement. He only knew he was moving through this area because of the light, it seemed to move with him at times, against him at others, but always guiding him almost forcing him to where he should be.

As the light moved him, at points violently so, he began to hear voices. At first they were little more than a murmur, mumbles among the void. As the blue began to give way to the white the voices became louder, more distinct. Of them all the first he recognized was that of his wife…

A child Bishimi, I am with child. You are to be a father!

The pride swelled in him at hearing the words again

Your tainted blood will never be free of the curse Oblivion has put upon it!

“The Lord of Liches” He thought to himself as his heart grew heavy again. He knew that voice well.
One by one the voices became more clear, each speaking it’s thoughts on his situation.

Seiji…
You carry an aura of you that many will never find.

Taka…
You are a leader Bishimi, do not question that fact.

We need to think of a name

You will learn to be better than your predecessors

I trust you will show this clan the proper route

Your line will always know our thirst for power

Lead us as I would

You will be better than us all

You and your children will always know!

I love you.

His Body became engulfed in the white...
“And I love you” He responded

Bishimi woke up in their bed, a glaze of sweat covering his hood less face. He could not explain the dream, he did not want to. As he looked about the room the only question to run through his mind was “Where is Merci?”