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<blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2120190" data-attributes="member: 4550"><p><strong><span style="color: deepskyblue">Prologue, Part Four</span></strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>“It will protect you at your weakest, in your greatest need, Abrina. The Periapt of the Fallen was worn by the founder of our temple, the Great Elder Sanotay. He had been charged with a message to deliver, a note that rejoiced in the birth of a prince. He was to deliver it to a noble that lived in this very city. But, as he traveled through the barren lands, all manner of beasts fell upon him, barring his way. He fought them off, but without suffering from many wounds that refused to stop bleeding.</p><p></p><p>“Near death, he found a small stream, and started to drink what he thought would be the last water to ever pass his parched lips. As he knelt, praying for forgiveness from Ninurta for failing his mission, his hand found purchase in the wet mud along the bank, and his fist clenched around a small, red stone. As his wounds overwhelmed him, and his sight went dark, he clutched it to his breast.”</p><p></p><p>Kevur paused, the only sound was the rustling of leaves, the creaking of tree branches, and the whistle of the wind through the grass. His audience stood rapt, and Abrina had, unconsciously it seemed, brought her hand to the stone around her neck. Kevur smiled and continued his tale.</p><p></p><p>“He awoke, many days later, his wounds closed, his energy renewed. Sanotay had not failed, for he had strove to continue, to the limits his strength could take him. When his strength could carry him no more, Ninurta blessed him with a gift that enabled him to succeed.”</p><p></p><p>“The Periapt of the Fallen is our greatest treasure, and we give it to you for your journey.”</p><p></p><p>Kevur reached out and embraced her as she felt her own tears swell. “May Ninurta guide your path,” he whispered.</p><p></p><p>“And strengthen my arm,” Abrina returned, her head buried in his shoulder.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Kevur replied, chuckling. “You have no need of His help to retain your strength.”</p><p></p><p>“Elder! Blasphemy!” Abrina pulled back, incredulous. He simply laughed again, his green eyes crinkling.</p><p></p><p>It took the rest of the morning for her to embrace and say good-bye to each member of her family here at the temple. Each had parting words for her, some gave her small gives to remember her by.</p><p></p><p>“It will be only two weeks,” she would say.</p><p></p><p>“The longest you have been away,” they would reply. “The longest <em>any</em> of our own have been away. Be careful.”</p><p></p><p>And she would nod, hold back a tear, and say good-bye again to the next.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="hbarsquared, post: 2120190, member: 4550"] [b][color=deepskyblue]Prologue, Part Four[/color][/b] “It will protect you at your weakest, in your greatest need, Abrina. The Periapt of the Fallen was worn by the founder of our temple, the Great Elder Sanotay. He had been charged with a message to deliver, a note that rejoiced in the birth of a prince. He was to deliver it to a noble that lived in this very city. But, as he traveled through the barren lands, all manner of beasts fell upon him, barring his way. He fought them off, but without suffering from many wounds that refused to stop bleeding. “Near death, he found a small stream, and started to drink what he thought would be the last water to ever pass his parched lips. As he knelt, praying for forgiveness from Ninurta for failing his mission, his hand found purchase in the wet mud along the bank, and his fist clenched around a small, red stone. As his wounds overwhelmed him, and his sight went dark, he clutched it to his breast.” Kevur paused, the only sound was the rustling of leaves, the creaking of tree branches, and the whistle of the wind through the grass. His audience stood rapt, and Abrina had, unconsciously it seemed, brought her hand to the stone around her neck. Kevur smiled and continued his tale. “He awoke, many days later, his wounds closed, his energy renewed. Sanotay had not failed, for he had strove to continue, to the limits his strength could take him. When his strength could carry him no more, Ninurta blessed him with a gift that enabled him to succeed.” “The Periapt of the Fallen is our greatest treasure, and we give it to you for your journey.” Kevur reached out and embraced her as she felt her own tears swell. “May Ninurta guide your path,” he whispered. “And strengthen my arm,” Abrina returned, her head buried in his shoulder. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” Kevur replied, chuckling. “You have no need of His help to retain your strength.” “Elder! Blasphemy!” Abrina pulled back, incredulous. He simply laughed again, his green eyes crinkling. It took the rest of the morning for her to embrace and say good-bye to each member of her family here at the temple. Each had parting words for her, some gave her small gives to remember her by. “It will be only two weeks,” she would say. “The longest you have been away,” they would reply. “The longest [i]any[/i] of our own have been away. Be careful.” And she would nod, hold back a tear, and say good-bye again to the next. [/QUOTE]
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