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Posted by FANTOME on September 24, 2008, 1:11 am, in reply to "FANTOME"
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The white creature approaches.
The skin of the ghost crawls, but it is not unpleasant. Nonetheless, his towering limbs step backwards with eyes that scream of uncertainty. Genesis. She need not speak her name to him. She is a memory; a reason for all that has come to pass. And now she stands before him, a smile twitching across her lips.
A fondness ebbs from him and he quivers with hesitation. Weeks ago he had been to the edges of Solira, discovering the plan of Saphira to train the warriors of Ni’Srilan...weeks ago he had convinced himself that the mists of the ocean played cruel games with his eyes.
“Genesis...” Her name whispers from his lips like heartbreak. It has been so very long since that night, and he has no explanation for his exhile.
Adoration consumes his features as he peers down upon his child. The ground below him dampens as his element calls to his daughter’s. His voice is thick, rough from exhaustion, but the excitement and his forgiveness echoes loudly in the glade.
“Is it true?...Am I her father?”
FANTOME
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