A walk in Dhakira - the Sea of Memories
I walked through Dhakira today.
The fog sat low between the marble spires—cool against the skin, like breath from a sleeping beast. The graveyard is unlike any I’ve known: no rows of carved stone with names. Just the endless surface of the Sea of Memories underneath the surface Tasmia's, the namestones of departed Shal'Azuran, memories ripple across the surface if you walk slowly enough, they say memories linger here.
I wasn’t looking for anything. I thought I just needed silence. Here in Dhakira,—halfway through the west path— I remembered of Whitestone again and his voice came to me. Not as a whisper, not as a ghost. Just—there. John. His laugh, short and stupid. That grin when we sparred with wooden blades in the Whitestone barracks. How he used to call me “Shadowguy” even after I told him not to. His daughter’s drawings—one of me with giant wings and a tea cup—. She’d handed it to me and said, "You look like a bird in this but you’re nice."I hadn’t thought of that drawing in months. Another memory, I saw John bleeding in the snow, and me—too late to stop it, just in time to carry his body. I told his wife I’d watch over them. Sadly i have lost all contact to them after my Lady sent me here.
I stood there in the graveyard with a hand on my chest, breath caught in my throat like I’d swallowed the whole damn past. The sea at my feet stayed still. No reflection, no face.
Just absence. The Matron of Ravens doesn’t give comfort. That was never the promise. Only clarity. And sometimes clarity is a wound.
He’s gone. But I remember. I will remember. Later that day i came back with a small "Tasmia" with John Does name etched in. I etched it in myselfe it looks horrible but honest —like our friendship was—
His "Tasmia" I put in the Sea of Memories, thought about John and walked away like it was farewell.
—Oro’thion—
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