*A Soul Finally Free* Aug 25, 2011 12:09:51 GMT -5
Post by Julianna on Aug 25, 2011 12:09:51 GMT -5
There seemed to be so many people busy in Capital Watch. Shipments were unloaded, then reloaded to head in the direction of some far off city that needed what this place had to offer. Children ran around, and giggled as kids do, catching their reflections in the water. Companions and their masters walked about, and gathered what they needed for the day. Merchants tried to catch your attention to acquire some material treasure that you really never needed, but wanted to have for it's beauty. Some just wanted to catch the site of the Capital City, which is what the city was known for. But one was not to be found among the crowd in the city.
Antonio had picked his way silently through that crowd, midnight black hair shadowed over brilliant amber eyes. Black boots carried him silently down the path, cross necklace thumping against his chest beneath his black shirt. He held cradled in his arm a jar, the contents hidden by his upper arm. To strangers, it would have appeared as though he was in search of a trade for the mystery held within the glass jar. But he never even glanced at the merchants as he had silently exited the city, and found his way to the river.
The Tradala River, which could be found running it's path peacefully through both the Auster Plains and the Falian Lowlands. Most used this river to catch a fish. Be it for food or to merely pass the time on a slow day. Or to carry oneself from one place to another. But this is not why the vampire found himself here today. He had another reason entirely to find himself by the bank of the river.
He slipped the jar carefully out from it's former place on his arm, and set in gently onto the damp earth as he knelt behind it on one knee, as though he was paying respect to one of royal power. He lifted the glass jar carefully in his pallid hands, as his amber eyes carefully absorbed one final glance at the fine white ash inside. He lifted the glass lid from the jar slowly, and placed it beside his right knee, which was sunken gently into the dark earth. With that movement, he closed his eyes for a moment as he replaced his other hand back against the cool glass.
"May you have found peace in the next life Christian, wherever it is that your soul has wandered." He murmured quietly, his amber irises alert and visible once more as he placed his hands into the flowing river and watched as ever so slowly, his brother scattered invisibly along the current of the river, almost like churned sand. He pulled his hands from the water, the jar now empty and crystal clean as he set it aside alongside the cover. He felt himself sink into the dampened earth as his gaze traveled across the water, caught in the reflection of the sky above as he settled a pale arm against his knee, his face still a mask of calm serenity."Antonio, what is it that binds us to this world? What defines us as humans? As gods? As beasts or elves or even as the undead? Because no matter what, we all have something in common. We DIE. It does not matter if you were the cruelest murderer, or the kindest healer to ever live. In the end, we all meet the same fate." Christian laughed humorlessly, tear like drops of crimson red falling from his hands. "When I think of it like that....it makes me wonder what we are judged on once we die..." He looked at his brother, his eyes clear, endless pools you could lose your soul into. "Do the gods forgive the ones who didn't have a choice?"