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song of hope

BOOK 5: OUR SONG

Our song of hope, she dances on the wind
Higher, o' higher
E'er our hearts endure and remain forever strong
Standing tall through the dark do we carry onCODE BY TESSISAMESS

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( continued from here ♫ )

[ She can sense it... the feeling of resignation. Such a feeling her sisters had encountered again and again. Some elated at the concept of the end, some feared it, and others merely accepted and resigned to it. Oh, it hurts that Hermes has fallen to that feeling as well. Hermes, the one who created her, the one who so desperately wished to improve the star he loved and found none that might understand his vision. He stands before her now, diluted in aether like those that came to the nest, and so willing to embrace some form of punishment... or perhaps even oblivion.

Meteion knows nothing of what he had done as his time as Fandaniel, Amon, then Fandaniel once more. She knows that the sisters seemed sad at the fate delivered to him, and now she can see why. He is very much not the man that she would accompany in the fields of Elpis. No, instead, he hurts so deeply...and hates himself so deeply.

The meaning of her life... ]

Have you not found the meaning for your life, Hermes? [ Has the answers of Etheirys not been enough? Has the answers her sisters found pulled him down so deeply that he cannot hope? Her fingers curl around his hands as his own curl, attempting to interact with his dynamis so he might understand what it is she feels. ] ...was our answer too late?

[ An overwhelming sense of fear of failure rises in her. Feelings she had learned from the pair of sisters, but only now truly understands. No wonder they had so desperately tried to reach her and her sisters... the fear of losing one that she deeply loves... and it is the fear of losing him to something greater than death. For, there are so many things that are worse than the parting of souls to the aetheric sea. ]

They wished to bring me, and my sisters, home to Etheirys. Although my sisters would not listen to them.

[ One wing atop her head lifts slightly as she hears words faintly in the sea around them. Ones that ride upon the dynamis there, hoping to reach all souls that reside there. Think... feel... listen...

Why does the voice sound so familiar?

Meteion looks back to Hermes--Fandaniel now. Her meaning to her existence. One she gave to herself after meeting the sisters. The one that can reach all the worlds and bathe them in comfort, no matter how much they hurt. ]

Nothing can undo what my sisters and I have done. But, perhaps, I might promise that things will be better. It may take time, but, those painful things will turn into things that are good and happy once more.

[ Meteion's talons claw into the hard floor beneath her as she sways her weight as she would all those days ago. Then, one hand leaves his in order to retrieve the small gift she carried with her all this way. She then extends the small hand up to him, revealing a very jaggedly pulled familiar flower. It glows of white warmly, and while she knows he cannot take it physically, she hopes the meaning might yet reach him. ]

I wish to sing a song that will bring hope and comfort to any that hear it. [ She pauses for a moment. ] May... I sing it to you? The first to hear it among all the stars... to make certain it is a good song.

[knowandunderstand]

[ It is resignation that he feels, and a sort of numbness that somehow is not enough to dull the hurt inside and the hate that he holds for himself after everything that has happened and that he has done. With his memories returned to him, all he can do is look back on the paths that his life took and feel nothing but disgust for the choices he made. Perhaps being dragged to oblivion is the fate that he deserves, although there is a part of him that feels he deserves all the punishing fates that have ever existed in return for the havoc he wreaked and harm that he caused.

At her question, he shakes his head. ] What meaning is there? Is not the meaning of one's life something determined by the individual? [ She and others like her may have found hope in life and have made spreading that to others the thing that gives their lives meaning. But for him, he sees that there is no meaning in life. Or perhaps it is his life that is meaningless. But again, to say those words to her would surely only cause more hurt and harm, and while he is certainly resigned to lifetime upon lifetime of oblivion, he knows that he need not inflict the same hopelessness upon her. ]

Your answer was not too late for many. [ But he believes it is far too late for him. ]

You did make it home, yes? I am certain that there was never a question of anything else occurring. [ From what he recalls of the two sisters, their determination and stubbornness knows no bounds.

A sad sort of smile takes his face then behind the mask, and he knows that she will most likely feel that sadness coming from him, or at the very least, hear it in his voice. ]

Make things better for those who still can hope and be happy. [ Do not waste your good wishes upon me, Meteion. For he does see it as nothing but a waste, a futile endeavor.

At first, his gaze remains elsewhere, looking anywhere but at the thing she is offering to him. But when it becomes clear he can ignore it no longer, he finally allows his glance to travel to see what it is she holds. An exhale of breath escapes him, sounding shaky and ragged, but he does not reach out for it. To do so, to even get close to it, would surely cause it to wither and die.

A song... Those two words are only words, and mean nothing on their own, but a memory springs unbidden into his mind. It is not a memory of Meteion singing, but of her speaking, and as he listens, he can hear the almost melodic lilt of her voice: a form of singing in its own right. ]

I fail to see what good it will do for any who languish here, but- [ His gaze which had lowered to stare at the ground lifts once more, although he still does not smile. ] At the very least, I promise to listen.

[ He is certain it is a good song, that it will bring hope to those who, unlike him, can still believe. ]