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Message: <blockquote data-quote="LightPhoenix" data-source="post: 1245654" data-attributes="member: 115">I didn't feel like going to sleep, so I wrote this. Hopefully it doesn't suck. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> -------------------------------------------------------------------- "Death is not the end, but only a transition."  Vague memories of names once known occupy the fading emptiness of a paladin once living. A book, "Scenes from a Memory". A name, the Scholar. Memories of teachings long since taught, and not yet learned. Light floods the darkness and the light of One Certain Step is drowned. Light becomes laughter, warmth. Another memory, of a giant beast goring a once proud paladin. A mote of light dancing in the air, leftover from the death of a comrade, a friend. Bleeding, the Scholar called it. The light of heaven meets the vacuum of life, and but for a brief instant spills over. Torn apart trying to fill the void, the tiny light dissipates, leaving only sadness. "Your death will have a meaning, if it comes while you are in fullest pursuit of your heart." Consciousness snaps back into place. The light fades slowly, too slowly. One Certain Step has heard stories of the transition. This was too slow, too drawn out. His soul felt thin, stretched between the edge of purgatory and the edge of bliss.  Laughter, warmth, safety. Step sees/saw/feels this place. The Hall of Kemma. The light is gone, and the Hall stretches/shrinks/soars in front of him. It is/was nothing that can be put into mortal words. Step hears/heard/knows a voice. not yet Happiness, sorrow, peace. Kemma. He is home. you are fooling yourself Light, darkness, confusion. The words of the Scholar echo in his mind. "From birth, through death and renewal, you most put aside old things, old fears, old lives." Pain, rapture, knowledge. Step bows his head and the hand of Kemma reaches down and touches him. Transition, meaning, renewal. It is time, and light once again fills the universe around him. Now it is time to fulfill his destiny.</blockquote>

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