[Raze suffers from very strong flashbacks. Here he's looking back to the night he left his family with his lover, the night he came up with the idea, and the night that same lover stabbed him so he couldn't go with her to the last battle... Suggested listening for this post below!]
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"What is so difficult to underst-"
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               As the waters flowed by his feet, the sound of trickling accompanied by the brushing swoosh of the sea colliding with a slowly eroding cliff face keeping him company in this thoughts. The poet could merely raise a hand to his face grasping the ornamental carved oaken mask and pry it away from its usual resting sanctuary to allow the sea breeze to cut against his skin. The sliding of wood from his grasp offered it no protection as the symbol of his purpose fell to the ground clamoring with a booming thunderous bang that only he could hear.
"No... no don't say that. Just a little longer and they'll come around."
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"When could have it been a goodbye? He wandered in wondering at the thought. When was it all forgiven so as to watch her leave through that door? When. When were decisions made without a voice to give them power? When was loss acceptable? To burn ever more with questions unending and streaming along in each drop of rain and each spring breeze. To burn each image and each memory with a stain of red then caked with the burial of loss."
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"When did a knife become your love? When did I become its sheath?" Words were spoken out to the sea as though a shadow of a ghost could hear them and yet again, none answered him.
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"What is so difficult to underst-"
"She's not one of us! What's so hard to not understand?!"
"Where will you even go?"
"How are you going to even get there?"
"We'll manage.""MAN.... Manage?You'll... manage?"
"You're just going to continuously be the family mistake aren't you?"
"Stop it Raz'a."
"Why should I, Zey'to?Why should I?!"
"He's your brother! Reason enough."
"He's leaving us with not a clue of what's out there to go I dunno frolic in the forests with some... some... outsider!"
"More frolicking then you do.""Raze!"
"See?! He doesn't even care. Now I don't have to. Fine go run off and get killed."
"Why care when you two don't?""Why wouldn't we care?"
"She's not one of us. Think about it Raze! It was worse enough when you started this ridiculous... Bard... business. Now you want to shame your mother by leaving?"
"You didn't defend us.""Raze..."
"You're killing your mother. You're destroying whatever respect her name has left. You worthless arroga-"
"Are you going to get out of my way?""Why don't you make me Bow-boy?"
"ENOUGH! Both of you shut up. You're brothers... try to remember that. Raze put your bow down you're not leaving right now. Raz'a... go simmer down."
"Their faces have been blurred continuously rubbed away from thoughts and memories. Yet still a haunted night when the wind is too cold to open a window and the hearth too high that it makes the lonely choke on air. That night is seen, the first steps together, the sound of her voice. The smile that will never be seen again. All lost still in the shifting sands of loss. Goodbye my brothers."Â
               As the waters flowed by his feet, the sound of trickling accompanied by the brushing swoosh of the sea colliding with a slowly eroding cliff face keeping him company in this thoughts. The poet could merely raise a hand to his face grasping the ornamental carved oaken mask and pry it away from its usual resting sanctuary to allow the sea breeze to cut against his skin. The sliding of wood from his grasp offered it no protection as the symbol of his purpose fell to the ground clamoring with a booming thunderous bang that only he could hear.
"No... no don't say that. Just a little longer and they'll come around."
"We need to stop this Raze... We need to stop pretending like we can be somethi-"
"We are something.""Stop it! Your mother's right this is childish. We're better than this."
"She'll come around. You'll see.""And what if she doesn't? What happens when my tribe finds us here one night? Then what?"
"Then... We'll leave. Together.""Leave where? Leave how?"
"We'll manage... Please just trust me.""I love you..."
"Yes well I love you more so let's just not think about it, ok?""Yeah... you probably do."
"Oh... you are such a cruel woman."Â
"When could have it been a goodbye? He wandered in wondering at the thought. When was it all forgiven so as to watch her leave through that door? When. When were decisions made without a voice to give them power? When was loss acceptable? To burn ever more with questions unending and streaming along in each drop of rain and each spring breeze. To burn each image and each memory with a stain of red then caked with the burial of loss."
"The people are getting restless... it's coming soon isn't it?"
"We'll be long gone by the time it does. Come on we don't have time to spare.""I want to help them."
"There's nothing we can do.""That doesn't mean we should be running away."
"What are you saying...?""I'm saying i'm going out there. I'll volunteer with one of the militia battalions."
"Well if you're heart-set on getting yourself killed then I guess I'm co-"Â
"Cull the meek. Reap the false-righteous. Slaughter the corrupted. Thus a Poet's words command
Tides, Storms and Flames. Now listen to the world PURGE by their demand."
