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/pj2023/ Last Flame

By NHanon
Created: 2023-02-07 20:25:44
Updated: 2023-02-22 12:25:41
Expiry: Never

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    >She set it ablaze…
  2. 2.
    >A yellow glow washed over the area within seconds.
  3. 3.
    >Warm, birthed by flames, fights against the cold around her.
  4. 4.
    >What once was a collection of the past, is now coalesced into its present state – a pyre.
  5. 5.
    >Little by little, it burns away, going off to a better place; a better future.
  6. 6.
    >Since the very beginning of time, this ritual has been performed.
  7. 7.
    >However, in every other previous instance, it was done by those who were older, more knowledgeable, wiser, and greater than she could ever be.
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    >A random pop, and/or crackle will reverberate throughout the air every now and then.
  9. 9.
    >Smoke wafts about, though not unpleasantly, but instead, as more akin to incense that soothes ones self.
  10. 10.
    >Despite that, there is no calm whatsoever here.
  11. 11.
    >But that is how it is supposed to be, because it is all done for a simple reason – to let go, and to free one.
  12. 12.
    >For everything – great and small – must be let go at some point or another.
  13. 13.
    >When watching this ritual take place in a time before, it had a strange sort of beauty.
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    >Again, there is none of that here.
  15. 15.
    >Change was thrust upon her, much like this duty has been.
  16. 16.
    >What lies here now is something else entirely; a far more primordial type.
  17. 17.
    >To put simply: loss itself.
  18. 18.
    >A warm, wet bit of essence makes its way down her cheek, then falls freely to be swallowed by the snowy earth below.
  19. 19.
    >As much as she yearns to turn away, or to express /particular/ feelings, she cannot.
  20. 20.
    >To turn away would be wrong.
  21. 21.
    >To express would sap what little is left.
  22. 22.
    >All that can be done is to accept what is – to hold onto it, remember it – in its entirety.
  23. 23.
    >Once the fire dies, the embers will begin to cool.
  24. 24.
    >Once the embers fade away, only cold ash shall remain.
  25. 25.
    >Then, and only then, can she do all else she needs, or wants, to do.
  26. 26.
    >Those who have done this ritual before did it, so shall she.
  27. 27.
    >It is her duty, it is in her blood, forever eternal as the stars themselves.
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  29. 29.
    >Standing here, waiting, watching as the pyre burns, Crystal Rose can only let her mind float like a feather on the wind.
  30. 30.
    >Despite the warm clothes worn, cold air still manages to nip at her amber coat.
  31. 31.
    >Perhaps it is not the cold that bites, but the spirits themselves who bite.
  32. 32.
    >She would not doubt it, not even for a second.
  33. 33.
    >After all, the spirits can be cruel, especially to those who deserve it.
  34. 34.
    >Being apart of all things – this world and the next – they do whatever/whenever they will.
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    >In the paleness of winter however, among the greatest spirits stands strong, absolute – death.
  36. 36.
    >Young ones fear it the most out of all other spirits.
  37. 37.
    >And why wouldn’t they? It takes, and takes, and never gives backs, or stops.
  38. 38.
    >No amount of pleas, nor any kind of bargaining can convince it otherwise.
  39. 39.
    >As such, it is taught to not fear death, but to instead, welcome it as an old friend when it arrives to claim any.
  40. 40.
    >That lesson (like many others) is supposed to be ingrained.
  41. 41.
    >In her however, it failed to take root.
  42. 42.
    >Because in truth, she knew that all within her tribe feared death just as much as the youngest do.
  43. 43.
    >So they too, failed.
  44. 44.
    >That fact always remained hidden somewhere behind their eyes, away from all others.
  45. 45.
    >Not her, though.
  46. 46.
    >The mark adorning her flank ensured that.
  47. 47.
    >A rose represents a tie between others – love and friendship.
  48. 48.
    >But unlike other flowers, hers is crystalline in appearance.
  49. 49.
    >So although she could make ties with another easier than most, she also possessed insight to what lay within.
  50. 50.
    >To the tribe, this was a blessing.
  51. 51.
    >It meant that she could help out in certain matters, and even possibly become a leader in time.
  52. 52.
    >To her however, this is a curse.
  53. 53.
    >For it lead to knowing far more than she ever wanted to know.
  54. 54.
    >Certain… truths, should remain unknown, always.
  55. 55.
    >Such memories are thankfully locked away at this time.
  56. 56.
    >That does little in the way of their mere presence, though.
  57. 57.
    >Another bit of essence departs from her once more.
  58. 58.
     
  59. 59.
    >All she needed to know – everything – is laid out here before her now.
  60. 60.
    >She lacks the intensity of the flame that burns.
  61. 61.
    >She lacks the wisdom of the wood that fuels it.
  62. 62.
    >She lacks the grace of the wind that strengthens it.
  63. 63.
    >What she lacks most of all, is company.
  64. 64.
    >There on the pyre, becoming one with the ancestors, is the only other member of her tribe.
  65. 65.
    >Crystal Rose is alone.
  66. 66.
    >Everything happened so fast, without mercy, but, with reason.
  67. 67.
    >Long, long ago, before her time, when the tribe was young, they made a grave choice: casting aside the great earth mother.
  68. 68.
    >While half agreed, the other half, did not.
  69. 69.
    >Disagreements lead to conflict, a great bloody one.
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    >From the first stone cast, to the last body to fall, the great earth mother watched, and wept.
  71. 71.
    >The battle came to an abrupt end after some time.
  72. 72.
    >Those who survived, splintered into two groups, and went their separate ways.
  73. 73.
    >Neither side cared to learn from what had happened.
  74. 74.
    >Ignorance, arrogance, both festered.
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    >Thusly, a curse was placed upon them, at least, that’s what happened to her tribe.
  76. 76.
    >Many moons passed, with the curse never coming to pass, which reinforced their beliefs that they were in the right.
  77. 77.
    >But all things are paid for, in time.
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    >Within this very year, that payment finally came in the form of four spirits.
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    >The first, war, beat its mighty dreams; calling upon all those to bring conflict from inside her tribe, and from the outside.
  80. 80.
    >The second, illness, brought forth a great plague upon the land – spreading like wildfire from the plants, to the animals, and of course, to the ponies of her tribe.
  81. 81.
    >The third, winter, conjured the fiercest blizzard imaginable to strip them bare.
  82. 82.
    >The fourth and final was there all along, death, who claimed any and all.
  83. 83.
    >Young and old; strong and weak alike perished the same.
  84. 84.
    >Except for her.
  85. 85.
    >No cost seemed worth this.
  86. 86.
    >Yet, despite the cruelty of this calamity, it was entirely deserved.
  87. 87.
    >To deny one’s own parent, and to slay one’s own kin; to never learn from one’s own mistakes, that is a crime to be paid.
  88. 88.
    >It is a lesson that the tribe taught, but never learned from.
  89. 89.
    >Again, except for her.
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    >The fire has died down a great deal since she let her mind float on.
  92. 92.
    >In addition to what little remained of the pyre, only a little remained of the flame within herself.
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    >From happiness, to sadness, all of those emotions and more, have become duller, like a worn out blade.
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    >Although such a tool can be sharpened to be relied upon once more, there is no point.
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    >This blade (her), is brittle and tired.
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    >It should be allowed to rust away, and to finally let go at long last.
  97. 97.
    >In spite of that desire, it cannot be granted.
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    >Death will not claim her, for the great earth mother has deemed Crystal to remain living.
  99. 99.
    >Here in the twilight hours, her magenta eyes glitter as the same as the few seen stars within the heavens high above.
  100. 100.
    >Light, in almost all forms, is nearly gone.
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    >Small puffs of warm air escape from her nostrils in short bursts.
  102. 102.
    >Sounds that come from all around still make her ears swivel and twitch about.
  103. 103.
    >Her silvery mane and tail gently move in the invisible wind that gently billows occasionally.
  104. 104.
    >Somewhere, deep within herself, questions bubble to the surface.
  105. 105.
    >Why was she chosen out of all other members of her tribe?
  106. 106.
    >Was there not some pony more worthy?
  107. 107.
    >Why does she live?
  108. 108.
    >Why her?
  109. 109.
    >Why?
  110. 110.
    >Silence is the only answer that comes about.
  111. 111.
    >In the lingering void, the embers have vanished entirely, leaving only a pile of frozen ash where the pyre once stood.
  112. 112.
    >With no more heat left to resist it, the frigid air begins gnawing away at her very being.
  113. 113.
    >Even if she were to let it tear her apart, death still would not claim her.
  114. 114.
    >She would survive, suffer, and live on.
  115. 115.
    >No matter what may happen today, tomorrow, or so on, she will not fall so easily.
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    >But staying here in sorrow will do her no good, because in doing so, it would dishonor those who have fallen.
  117. 117.
    >Although she may be young, lesser, and without the wisdom of those older, she must move.
  118. 118.
    >Very slowly, she shifts in place.
  119. 119.
    >Some snow, or perhaps ash, falls from the clothes that cling to her small frame.
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  121. 121.
    >Some noise from elsewhere shatters the silence in an instant, giving her some pause.
  122. 122.
    >It sounded so close, yet, so distant.
  123. 123.
    >As she listens carefully with her complete attention, it becomes more familiar.
  124. 124.
    >A voice.
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    >The one who it belongs to is gone, though.
  126. 126.
    >It doesn’t stop speaking, and several more familiar voices echo along with the first.
  127. 127.
    >The words themselves are incoherent, but, hold a meaning.
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    >None of it is malice however, it is something else entirely.
  129. 129.
    >Understanding settles in, and with it, she knows now what she must do, for things are clear – crystal clear.
  130. 130.
    >So with one last look to what once was, she says a silent prayer, then begins to depart away.
  131. 131.
    >Many other snowy, ashen mounds are passed by as she solemnly treads along.
  132. 132.
    >What few remaining homes still stand among the wreckage that was once the village, her village, her tribe, her home.
  133. 133.
    >She does not dwell upon them currently, for the time for that has long since passed.
  134. 134.
    >Looming over all, atop the hill, is her destination.
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    >The great hall.
  136. 136.
    >Unlike everything else here, it remains completely untouched.
  137. 137.
    >Whatever the reasoning for its unspoiled nature is unknown, but then again, many things are unknown.
  138. 138.
    >Snow softly crunches under her hooves with every step towards the building.
  139. 139.
    >Upon reaching the door, she pushes hard against it; letting out a small grunt in the process.
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    >Just as it seems as though it won’t move, it finally opens inward with a loud creak.
  141. 141.
    >Some light from within briefly blinds her, but as it settles, her eyes linger on the space before her.
  142. 142.
    >Several candles are still alight from the last time she was here.
  143. 143.
    >A small fire gathered at the pit within the center of the room still burns as well.
  144. 144.
    >The tables and shelves still hold various items.
  145. 145.
    >This place feels frozen in time, like nothing were wrong.
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    >If only that were true.
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    >There, towards the back of the hall, is where the elders once sat, and would deliver wisdom.
  148. 148.
    >Along the wall behind there, is the history of the tribe itself.
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    >When she was younger, this place was so much more massive, more mysterious, than anywhere else around.
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    >Now here as a young mare however, the hall is smaller, simpler overall.
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  152. 152.
    >An uncomfortable feeling wells up from within.
  153. 153.
    >Without another with her, it felt… wrong to be in here.
  154. 154.
    >But after all that has happened, there is no reason to deny her further entry.
  155. 155.
    >So in spite of whatever is felt, she must pass, she must.
  156. 156.
    >Summoning everything that she is, Crystal carries one leg forward for a first step.
  157. 157.
    >Once it is taken, the second comes easier, then the third, and so does the forth, too.
  158. 158.
    >The door shuts quietly behind her, and a sudden burst of warmth surges throughout, pushing her further onward.
  159. 159.
    >All of her being is drawn towards the wall at the back.
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    >It takes her mere seconds to reach it, though once she does, the sheer size is incredibly humbling to behold.
  161. 161.
    >Many times before in the past she has seen it, but now? It is much more different.
  162. 162.
    >Ancient, arcane writings, and many, many pictures cover it from one end, to nearly the other.
  163. 163.
    >Much time was spent carefully crafting this work of wonder, in fact, many lifetimes.
  164. 164.
    >Starting from the very beginning, is where her tribe was birthed forth from the great earth mother.
  165. 165.
    >She bestowed them with ties to the land; granting them the might and ability to tame it.
  166. 166.
    >Harmony was had for a time, where they multiplied, became fruitful, and prosperous.
  167. 167.
    >Everything was well, good, and just in the world.
  168. 168.
    >Then came the great fall – casting aside the great earth mother, which lead to the battle, which lead to the splintering…
  169. 169.
    >Her tribe lived on, traveling southward to where they are now.
  170. 170.
    >Well, where she is.
  171. 171.
    >Attempting to ignore that darkness, she turns to the final entry within the history – to what happened recently.
  172. 172.
    >Unfortunately, nothing of what has occurred can be ignored.
  173. 173.
    >So much loss.
  174. 174.
    >So much pain.
  175. 175.
    >It’s so…
  176. 176.
    >She closes her eyes to shield them from the waters that threaten to escape from within.
  177. 177.
    >Enough has been shed already – both and tears – so nothing more should be shed again.
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  179. 179.
    >Her resolve strengthened, she refocuses her attention back to the history.
  180. 180.
    >Many moons have passed since the split, but the other half of the tribe must still remain back in the northern lands.
  181. 181.
    >Are they even alive, or have they, too, fallen like hers has?
  182. 182.
    >Even if they still exist, would they accept her?
  183. 183.
    >It is taught that grievances can be forgiven in time.
  184. 184.
    >It is also taught that they can be paid for as well.
  185. 185.
    >So to be the very last, is that not payment enough?
  186. 186.
    >Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t.
  187. 187.
    >The past itself cannot be changed, only learned from.
  188. 188.
    >The present is one exists currently, living in the moment.
  189. 189.
    >The future is sought after, and is what one wishes to persist through.
  190. 190.
    >She swallows down a hard gulp of air, then nods slowly.
  191. 191.
    >Certainty now reigns true inside.
  192. 192.
    >Crystal is the last, she was chosen to bear the burden of her tribe, and thusly, to reconnect with the other half of the tribe.
  193. 193.
    >The great earth mother has deemed it so.
  194. 194.
    >Because that is why she lives – to tie the two halves together once more, just as a rose symbolizes the ties that bind one another.
  195. 195.
    >Going around the village, she begins gathering what little is left: food, tools, clothes, and the such, all for the journey.
  196. 196.
    >Among the last places to visit, is her home.
  197. 197.
    >No flame burns within here, nor does a sound occur when entered.
  198. 198.
    >Coldness, not just the physical kind, but the spiritual kind, dwells in this small space.
  199. 199.
    >Despite the certainty she possesses, she does not linger here.
  200. 200.
    >Fear, or something else, hastens her gathering.
  201. 201.
    >Not a further thought is spared to her former home as she promptly leaves it, nor is any other for the rest of the homes.
  202. 202.
    >A few tasks still remain to be dealt with before the journey can begin.
  203. 203.
    >The first, a message is carved out in the large ancient oak tree at the heart of the village.
  204. 204.
    >Whomever else arrives here needs to know of what once was this place.
  205. 205.
    >The second, and third task lay within the great hall itself.
  206. 206.
    >Unlike before, the door opens far easier this time.
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  208. 208.
    >Yet now, no longer does the fire burn in the pit; only a smoldering pile remain.
  209. 209.
    >Almost all of this place is dark, quiet even.
  210. 210.
    >But there, a last flame still burns – a single solitary candle.
  211. 211.
    >With its aid, and with a piece of bark, she makes a rough map for where the other tribe may be.
  212. 212.
    >Almost everything is ready, save for one minor thing.
  213. 213.
    >Crystal’s gaze falls upon the candle again, though now, this small light holds her attention captive.
  214. 214.
    >Much like her, this is the last of its kind here.
  215. 215.
    >And just the same, it too, must go.
  216. 216.
    >Closing her eyes, one final set of prayers are uttered – one of thanks, protection, guidance, and lastly, what she needs most of all.
  217. 217.
    >Hope.
  218. 218.
    >May whatever follows after this, bring about a peace.
  219. 219.
    >Her vision is set upon the last small flickering flame once more.
  220. 220.
    “Farewell.”
  221. 221.
    >She blew out the candle.

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