Journal Entry 146 / 0674 High on a hill, with a single tree leaping out of it, I am still painfully aware of just how overwhelming the ring of Pendor is as it rises and wraps itself around the sun.Journal Entry 146 / 0674 High on a hill, with a single tree leaping out of it, I am still painfully aware of just how overwhelming the ring of Pendor is as it rises and wraps itself around the sun. An enormous symbol of beauty and power, I like to feel small and insignificant here on Abornia plain. I deserve it. Far to the north stands the steel glint of the Arc rising from the lake it's situated over, and much closer, down below the hill, lies the tomb of Donna Lewis Shardik. I guess that after a while the pain should fade, but it doesn't and I hope it never does. I'll never forget the blond hair of her father or the hazel eyes of her mother. I'll never forget her soft voice and her innocent smile. I wiped the tear that had formed in my eye and sighed, leaning back against the tree and taking a slow bite from my sandwich. |