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When I had returned, in a body not mine own, and a soul shattered beyond all deemed possible, I saw that destruction of which an old friend had once spoke. Such tragedy that this fragile little mind will never remember in whole, and for that I am thankful, in some way. I wish her a peace not known to us for some time. I lingered overlong upon roads I had once walked, stealing away time in her memories while her chest rose and fell in lullaby. The small body in which she inhabits feels cramped, and I wonder if, should we ever be reunited from this undue parting, if her flesh could hold our soul complete. Such things are never to be, and if we were to be one again it would be but temporary, floating together in the aetherial sea, but yet still I let these thoughts pass through my conscious mind.
The beautiful capital in which my people once inhabited, lovingly recreated by a soul devoted, was burning bright before mine own eyes, a harsh, inevitable end to a civilization out of time. Had I not walked away, I used to tell myself, had I begged them to listen to reason, had I stopped he who I loved more than the star itself.. Long have I been here, watching from afar, memories that are perhaps all that remains of the woman I once was, long have I lingered, waiting for a moment in which I might be allowed a glimpse. All the roads I had walked in my time as a soul whole, they were all torn apart by the calamity which followed in my wake, and though I know the truth now, through her vivid memories of Elpis and those whom I once shared a table with, I cannot help but feel I abandoned my duty. My convictions were strong, and my conscious was not prepared to be stained with the blood of half the star, and perhaps fate had decided my path – our path – for me, but upon the eve of our destruction I abandoned those people who believed in me so.
The stars fall from the heavens above, and while her flesh is not my own I can feel the searing heat of the eternal blaze that engulfs the city beyond. The mind is a fickle place in which memories live and bloom, and burn into the aether that which makes up our souls. Soon these memories will fade, and I will go with them, leaving her to carry on what I had begun, all these long, long years..? centuries.. ago. When the day comes that our sundered soul is made one once more, I pray that she will welcome me with kindness, and we can return to the star together, to soar beyond our limits, to live again as others not so heavily inclined to tragedy and calamity.
Her breaths come swiftly now, the sleep that had taken her briefly was releasing her from its loving clutches. A forlorn part of me wishes I had more time, a stubborn fragment that I must let be free, for this flesh is not my own, these memories of a burning city are not mine to keep, no longer do these pieces of this soul belong to me. So I relent, release my grip and free her from these long dead restraints, free her from the burden of my actions, from who we once were. I am Hiraeth, or what remains of the former fourteenth seat of the convocation. I am a collection of memories of a soul once unsundered.
I free her. May her soul take flight and go beyond that which I ever could imagine.