The result of a forum post on Haven. I should not be allowed to read such things, as it means giving more evidence to my dorkhood, and spending a lot of time to do so XD

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A Beautiful Mess by Jason Mraz

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(( Title from Sin Nombre )))

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When I saw myself, I knew I was now dead.

When I saw our city, I knew Forsaken embraced it.

When I saw the spirits, I received the message but missed the meaning.

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The ghosts come to greet us, and in the graveyards dance, raising skeletal fingers to the sky, twining arms covered in paper-thin skin, stomping feet without meat enough to make sound.

But where are those of ours who died free from plague-touch? Where are our families? Fathers, mothers, true ancestors?

Even the dead forsake us.

I don’t know how long I lay with the dead. The light in that place shifts so little between day and night. Or perhaps whatever has replaced the functions of my eyes simply cannot tell the difference ( Read more... )

“Gah, what a mess.”

“Watch your step.”

“What- Ugh. What do you think that was? Ghoul, maybe?”

“Don’t matter now. They’re all just goo, what aren’t burn to shit.”

“Keep your voice down. They’re still over there, you know.”

“This is stupid. Ain’t nothing usable left, between the blight and dragons.”

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We disembarked at Valiance Keep, forming a shoddy line of merchants, farmers, and artisans trying so hard to appear as soldiers. The officer at the desk knew, even before he asked our trades I'm sure, that almost none of us had held a blade before in our lives. Now and again he would speak to someone out of turn, usher them to the front of the line ( Read more... )

My father was a solider for my whole life, for his whole life to hear him tell it. What I remember of him most, is the joy that accompanied seeing him match up the road to our house after having been away so long, only to be followed by the guilt of wishing him back down it once the days wore on.

There was no peace when my father was home. He ( Read more... )

There's people fishing in the fountain. The waters are crystal and clear, but the lines come back with scraps of cloth or ancient wishes. Tokens are taken, sold or thrown away, and the lines go back in the water, dredging up the past from nothing.

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She's standing in the middle of the Undercity and there are scourge everywhere. Rhan'jin is ( Read more... )