Aura - Reploid Girl's Diary #3
Jan 18 20:36:22 2003

The peace and general solitude of the Sanctuary of
Mana seemed all the more evident that evening, as
Aura sat with her back against the base of the
statue that represented the Goddess of Mana her-
self. The look of distraught on her face was un-
moving as her pen flew across the diary in front
of her, doing its best to keep up with the flurry
of thoughts that raced through her young mind.

-*Today has been one of the most painful days ever
to be in existence within this world. I met with
Cedrian and another girl..mm..Alexia! Yes..and
this strange Hylian woman (whom I'd never seen)
showed up at the fountain area, from the docks.
And we talked some, (Well, actually, Cedrian
did most of the talking; I just listened) then
we followed her to a house in the northernly
area, and met her 'mom' (Cedrian knew who she
was, though, it seemed) and then had to wait
outside while a bit of a tussle went on inside.*-

She stopped writing, furrowing her brow momentar-
ily. It seemed more like scribbles than the
clearly organized writing that she'd performed
in the past. With a sigh, she tore out the page
and started anew on the next, making an effort
this time to control her writing utensil.

-*This was truly a devastating day in the life of
not only myself, but a select few others, as
well. I guess I ought to start at the beginn-
ing...

I had met Cedrian and (later on) a girl named
'Alexia' at the fountain of Truce, as a girl
approached from the dock area. After some
brief questioning form Cedrian, a series of
events began, each more confusing than the
previous. Trying to remember it all, I recall
following Cedrian around from Truce to the
Underworld, and everywhere in between them
(not that I had any intention of making him
point-man; I just didn't know my way around
the world all that well, yet) from what start-
ed as a scuffle at a house in Truce, to a
murder in cold blood at the mountains of Wu-
tai.*-

She stopped again, a bit more satisfied this
time around. She looked up at the solemn,
glittery-eyed expression of the statue that
loomed over her, recalling that he own face
probably bore that same mask, possibly at
more than one point during the 'trip'.

-*I can't say I knew the victim (Roanne was
her name) all that well... but it didn't
matter to me. Her life was taken from her
in a manner that she could not have hoped
to prevent, and my friends and I just stood
there, as she was slain right in front of
us... I wish I could've done something!
Its not fair, damn it!*-

Once again, she ceased writing, as a drop-
let of emotion fell from her cheek onto the
page she wrote upon. Gritting her teeth
against the tears, she fought to keep writ-
ing.

-*After some deliberation, we went back to
Mandala to see the shaman 'Byrjun' at the
Temple of Prophecy. He only said what
Olbohn (in Hades) had told us earlier,
that we shouldn't worry about it so much.
He added, however, that Hope is never
truly lost, so long as someone keeps it
within their grasp, and that it may be
a long time before it shows up, as well.
He and Olbohn were both right, I suppose,
but I felt so powerless, as well as hope-
less. And its a terrible feeling. I know
he speaks the truth, though; and I won't
let it go. I promise this not only to
myself, but to Roanne, as well.*-

She closed the book and laid it aside,
crossing her arms over her chest as the
waterworks slowed down considerably.

"'You will be the first to understand'..."

She lowered her head once again, letting
the tears spring forth again, eventually
crying herself to sleep that night...