Silence surrounds us all, at its center her. As it all turns dark the water slowly turns red but it is then I notice the stones alight in anger .
“YOU ALL DARE!” is all I manage to hear before the entrance opens in furry.
Before we can all regain our composure, shock is apparent on my father’s face. I notice his eyes following the only figure that dares move to its center, to her. Everyone now in disbelief at the arrogance this man dares demonstrate except none here actually now who he is and the few that should, do not . . because he looks younger in appearance. He walks to its center and lurks at its edge only then can one tell whoever he was he had only reverence for whoever she was.
“Why do you permit them this?” his voice asks as though he himself is in pain just by looking at her.

| . . .

Now all I see is she being carried out from where the outline had once stood. Soon he walks in the opposite direction of the only entry and exit to this place. As he leaves, from here, now I see his anger expressed all across his face. Now I remembered what the stories I heard said, each story always dictated as such, he was a being who could not lose composure. But now he seemed the most human even I had ever seen him be. Her limp body held within his arms bound my heart so tight I felt that if I even dared to take a breath it would simply shatter and break. Soon he approaches the end and stops before the wall.
“Now her choice has been made . . Unbind her from all that chain her here . . For all that once did follow her . make your choice now, stay or follow, once this choice is made their will be nothing left . . To those who choose to stay know all your debt is paid . . To that which follows now to her you will always be bound . . From now on let it be known it was the people within this land who abandoned her be it by choice . . or duty . she is alone . . To the lands . here lay the offering made by its people . her. ” he states as he lays her on the ground.
To our surprise the walls open up . . the only thing the ground takes of her are tears. Vox then takes her and steps toward the stone path at last now I see with my own eyes the shadow which is left as they walk away. When they can be seen no more, when the land itself knows it is no longer her home, when everything falls dark . . . it is then that we are able to move . to panic . to scream.  At some point we had all failed to realize that for a moment are bodies were not our own. Caught within a spell that made you see and feal all the pain, anger, and sadness felt. Now we all saw one thing . the walls that had opened now crumble, fall and rise to form the wall that I had known to always be. The stones all across the room no longer shine. While the entrance that once was easy to open now laid their heavy sturdy unyielding to that which bears a faint heart.
Turning to father I realize one thing. The land which had always protected us now had no will to listen to our pleads. 

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When finally the day is no more the realization that she is gone holds my heart tightly within, and all it feels is loss of all sense to life. Before . I knew that she took care of the land and its people with her own hands and so my interaction with most was pleasant. Today again from the moment the sun rose till a little even after it set I could hear only complains and screams of the people fighting amongst each other. I had failed to understand her role because while her presence in our many homes was little among the leading on the other hand it was . she was the one that maintained control. Control that even father or our grandfather could never think to hold. The path as I walk now shines, barely enough to see a few steps away in the dark . . while in the light you cannot even tell if they shine or are all but broken. Now I wonder if they are not simple rocks. Earth that lay still without life or anything to hold.

| . . _

Right now I know not who I am and I most certainly know not where I am. I sit by the edge and can see from here the forest not toward the horizon as I had done recently but all around me or rather the tower here.
“Clear the room.” is what I hear a man state to the people that follow him. His voice though seeming calm one can tell in his eyes . he is worried, afraid and . . angry.
As fast as they can they begin removing everything that lay here in this room except for the stone table that rest at its center. That would be too much for them to move. Soon after they leave, they return and continue doing so until finally there are only a few things left.
“This must be done before she arrives. Send for the healers.” he states hurriedly.
Why would he say .
Suddenly a boy barges into the room panting from the run he had taken here.
“She . . is at the gate . . . its bad . the . . the wounds .” the boy states panting panicked in a way, though he is interrupted
“Take that too.” he now states pointing at . me?
“I’ll take it!” screams the boy.
“You will also need to move the table.” Now states another man at the entrance of the room. Behind him a few other block the entrance
“Remove it.” states the man giving orders to the ones taking everything out.
It is now when the boy takes me in his hands and decides to walk out.
From here as he walks I can see the silhouette of a . “person?” holding someone in its hands. A girl. Her body limp, she herself pale with a face expressionless. GONE. No . she breathes . although without a single wound on her. Although to tell the truth the attire does not allow one to see if any wounds are actually there.
Quickly they go past us and up the tower that now holds no memory of what it once was.
Tears begin to fall except . I don’t cry . I can’t cry.
I am a plant.
I have no eyes to see.
I have no body of my own.
I am merely a guest observing within this host.
Soon we arrive to a garden so large one could mistake it for another small forest within the large one I saw beyond . . different though filled with life. A pleasant heaven or panicked hell. This I cannot tell. Now I am here.  Home . . . except .
This is not my home.
These are not feelings.
That is not my body.
The only thing I am sure of is this . . . it is not me.

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I struggle to breath and soon realize panic falls all within me. Pain resonating all throughout. The only thing I remember where those eyes red .
“It was a dream. It was only a dream. You are alright.” so now says a panicked voice, rushed a nightmare.
“They were all taken care of.” he then adds.
However, I cannot help but keep my closed and truly sleep.

| . _

As I sleep now, the only comfort I find are found in the voice of a girl who seemingly sings at all times. I find comfort in the fact that right now like me she is here and so far she has yet to leave me. In fact, it is me the one who always leaves. The only one to leave, now

“Valix, what time is it?”
When there is no response, I open my eyes. Astonishment seeming to be the only response I find because everyone is surprised. Surprised I am wake.
“The sun will soon rise, but right now you need to recover, the . . they told us .” Valix states as he tries to regain his composure.
“What I was .  what is the schedule for today? You have adjusted my schedule, right . . how long was it?”
In astonishment everyone else that was in the room stops what they are doing and simply look at me as though whatever words that came from my mouth were merely fragments of their own imagination except, they all know it was not because they all looked. They all looked at me.
“No. I . I will do that now. It lasted a couple of days” he responds.
“Very well. I shall get ready.”
It is then that Valix instructs them to their tasks and so my day again begins.