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[Merci d'Rue]

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Merci pressed her head agianst the cool wall of the sepulcher. It almost seemed to be cradling the Matriarch as her head pounded with pain. She for the first time in a while had a splitting headache.

Yet then what leader or official would not right now? What decisions were to be wrought upon her and Ceinwyn in the coming days. Lightbringers were everywhere turning against each other. That should make her laugh with glee. That should make her days wonderfully great. Yet it did not. She admired Ceinwyn's cool but perhaps it was her undeath that afforded the Arch Matriarch such detachment from events of the living.

Tonight she would not leave the Sepulcher, the soothing darkness and gentle sounds of its walls affording her the peace she needed. She almost felt part of the place and she was beginning to understand where it was that Ceinwyn dissapeared and reappeared from. Nowhere... Her eyes looked upon the abyss, her heart pounding loudly in her chest and she realized that like Ceinwyn she to was becoming a part of the Sepulcher. She wondered if one day she would simply be absorbed by it. For a moment the thought scared her but she shook her head, she would be around as long as she was needed.

It was an odd role reversal for Umbra to be silent, not wish to fight to wish only to be left alone. Ussually they were ready for battle and rushing forth eager to kill any lightbringer in their paths. Yet they were growing strong, they were once more gaining power and Merci felt that they were best left to their own devices.

Merci had no love for either side, both were just as good of liars as Umbra was and so she trusted no one but her own people. Merci did not even trust those that were of her kind that were not part of Umbra. Everyone was a liar from the noble lord british and his intentions of destruction in reunification of the shards, to the humble peasant who begged for food. Politics consisted mainly of, sweet voices and kind words when strangers and other countries wanted something from you. Yet there was scorn, haughtiness and degradation upon you once they got it. She knew that the outsiders considered themselves above Umbra and its inhabitants. Yet that opinion mattered little to her.

Every day more flocked to her open arms, more of them moved into the shadow and quiet of darkness....The only Loyalty the only Truth was Umbra, the only place in the madness of this land that afforded her peace was Umbra. So she would follow Ceinwyn whereever she lead and their army would be ready when the Arch Matriarch called...no matter whom they fought..
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May destiny guide you...