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I saw the light fade from the sky
On the wind I heard a sigh
As the snowflakes cover
My fallen brothers
I will say this last goodbye
Grema couldn’t help but sing. Usually it wouldn’t occur to her, and the cyborg did not seem like the singing type. It would be a cold day in hell the time she would sing in front of another. But as she trudged across the land of Vintermyr, a beautiful snowy place, the song just occurred to her.
Night is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over hill and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
It was something her mentor as often sung in her presence, an unusual tune for a member of her native land, though supposedly he had lived as a travelling mage for a while before settling down in Bosco. Either way he had sung this whenever they had a moment of quiet together, repeating it so often that Grema should have felt annoyed, but instead loved those moments.
Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow and winter's morn
I turn at last to paths that lead home
But with his betrayal it just brought back bitter memories.
And though where the road then takes me,
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don't regret
Nor will I forget
All who took that road with me
But here in the bright cloudless daytime, alone in the dead silence in the frost region, not even a breeze in the air its beauty was the greatest. Sheer coldness aside, it brought the song to the forefront of the cyborgs mind and because of the beauty and calm in the area, she felt not only safe to sing it, but happy was well. So she sang.
Night is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over hill, and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
To these memories I will hold
With your blessing I will go
To turn at last to paths that lead home
Her reasons for coming to Vintermyr were not all that unusual. She was on a hunt for ingredients for her inventions, as per usual. The one thing she had been recently on the hunt for is a power source. The usual power source for magitech was either larchima or a person’s magic, both horribly expensive in their own way. Her guild mates informed her of another possible power source, an ice crystal that grew in the area that had mysterious magical properties. While her source tended to be not always correct and drunk at the time, other had confirmed at least part of her story. So off she was.
And though where the road then takes me,
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
I bid you all a very fond farewell
I saw the light fade from the sky
On the wind I heard a sigh
As the snowflakes cover
My fallen brothers
I will say this last goodbye
Grema couldn’t help but sing. Usually it wouldn’t occur to her, and the cyborg did not seem like the singing type. It would be a cold day in hell the time she would sing in front of another. But as she trudged across the land of Vintermyr, a beautiful snowy place, the song just occurred to her.
Night is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over hill and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
It was something her mentor as often sung in her presence, an unusual tune for a member of her native land, though supposedly he had lived as a travelling mage for a while before settling down in Bosco. Either way he had sung this whenever they had a moment of quiet together, repeating it so often that Grema should have felt annoyed, but instead loved those moments.
Under cloud, beneath the stars
Over snow and winter's morn
I turn at last to paths that lead home
But with his betrayal it just brought back bitter memories.
And though where the road then takes me,
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
Many places I have been
Many sorrows I have seen
But I don't regret
Nor will I forget
All who took that road with me
But here in the bright cloudless daytime, alone in the dead silence in the frost region, not even a breeze in the air its beauty was the greatest. Sheer coldness aside, it brought the song to the forefront of the cyborgs mind and because of the beauty and calm in the area, she felt not only safe to sing it, but happy was well. So she sang.
Night is now falling
So ends this day
The road is now calling
And I must away
Over hill, and under tree
Through lands where never light has shone
By silver streams that run down to the sea
To these memories I will hold
With your blessing I will go
To turn at last to paths that lead home
Her reasons for coming to Vintermyr were not all that unusual. She was on a hunt for ingredients for her inventions, as per usual. The one thing she had been recently on the hunt for is a power source. The usual power source for magitech was either larchima or a person’s magic, both horribly expensive in their own way. Her guild mates informed her of another possible power source, an ice crystal that grew in the area that had mysterious magical properties. While her source tended to be not always correct and drunk at the time, other had confirmed at least part of her story. So off she was.
And though where the road then takes me,
I cannot tell
We came all this way
But now comes the day
To bid you farewell
I bid you all a very fond farewell
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