Aura - Nightmare and a Realization
Jan 20 10:39:51 2003

"You bring great evil to the cleft, Aura..."

"...you threaten the threads of existence for
all reploid kind..."

"...made to be controlled..."

"...stop living...attempt to survive..."

"The world is wicked and cruel...all will be
crushed..."

"NO! I WON'T LET IT!"

Aura's eyes snapped open, the realization of her
own scream, just now, ringing in her ears.
It was early, very early, on the following morn-
ing as Aura looked around her little 'area' that
she had set up within the Sanctuary of Mana.
Noticing that no one really seemed to mind, she
had taken it upon herself to make the place her
home, and took very good care of it, as such.
The black rose lay beside her pallet, where she
had left it, the scent of it dancing in and out
of her nostrils like tiny, invisible fae.

"The symbol of death, and every aspect there-
of..."

She rolled her eyes towards the statue of the
Goddess, whom she had grown to look up to,
inanimate and unmoving, or otherwise. Like...

...like a mother.

So much more at peace did she feel within this
area of solitude and calmness, and that lone,
single statue did nothing less than to calm
her, as well, when she needed it most, as a
maternal spirit would do for her child. She
wondered if anyone would think of this as odd,
but it seemed natural to her, whom lacked a
family at all...a real one.

With a sigh, she nestled back in, and made
another attempt to obtain some much-needed
sleep, closing her eyes slowly as a yawn
threatened to push forward.

"Am I truly so different?..because I 'act'
...human?"

"I... I don't want to be a catalyst for...
ANY...amount of evil, in this realm...

"I could die tomorrow...or one hundred years
from now...but the friends I have...I will
care and worry for, here and now...

"Roanne..."

Opening one violet eye, Aura's gaze locked on to
the flower of ebony mere inches away from her
face. Expression grim, her eye closed again, as
a sigh escaped her lips.

"I will do whatever I have to do... to get
through this... for everyone I care about...
and even those I don't know, yet...

"..."

"I... WILL... PERSEVERE."

*-*-*-*

Several hours later, she stood at the entrance
to her clan hall, apprehensive as anything, but
adamant at what she had to do. She had enjoyed
the time she was given, but...

"I'm sorry, Cyx... but, I guess I'm just not
ready to settle down, yet... maybe some day,
but until then... I want you to take care of
yourself. And the rest of your clanmates."

And with that, before she could take even a SLIM
chance at changing her mind, she was off and
running, kicking up a heavy cloud of dust in her
wake...