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Momentos of the Forgotten
“It is a troubling time we have come to know, a place in the world where everything seems to have become impossible, but fear not, for there will always be our Lord to bring us back to where we ought to be. ‘He will rise up and we will be saved. Though we have felt the loss of the loved ones in our life He will restore the just and pure and the world will be set right again…’” The minister stood tall and confident preaching from the book in front of him and she could almost will herself to believe the words he said, but she knew better. Intensions, that's all it was. She turned and left the cover of funeral house, a simple structure offering nothing more then protection from the rain and snow, and a few seats for the elders that would attend the ceremonies held in this place. It hadn’t always been solely a place of mourning loss, but that was in the past, forgotten like so much of the way things use to be since this man had come proclaiming vast knowledge of a greater power in life. That wasn’t for her; she was a believer in the old powers in the world, but that no longer mattered for this man had convinced the council and Elders, and now they followed his path of justice and righteousness.
She walked down the path of old paving stones to where the trees began to grow again. So much had been cleared away since it had been declared the remains of the dead must be buried in the ground. A token of appreciation, he had explained, a way of showing our creator we cherish the work he has done. Again, it was pointless to her but she did as she was told.
A brilliantly carved stone bench sat below one of the old oak trees. She could almost see the moments before that she had spent sitting on that bench, enjoying the filtered sun of a hot summer’s day. Memories in a time that she wished to return to, before the loss, before the new rules and regulations. The times of a simpler life, where it didn't matter where they were, it was always just peaceful. Those times were gone, lost and irretrievable. And with the passing of time she felt no comfort, just emptiness.
Behind her the sounds of movement could be heard and she knew the funeral had come to an end. She turned to watch as people began coming down the path towards her. Putting her best face on she joined them as they made there way to where Christopher would be buried.
“Anaya, come child and walk with me.” Christopher’s mother held her arm out and she joined her as she walked behind the rest of the crowd, but she didn’t steer them along the same path, instead she veered off into the woods.
“Are you not going to join them to watch your son put to his final resting place?” Anaya asked.
“Now, I know you don’t believe in the non-sense that man has spouted since he came here, and neither do I. I would much rather give my son a proper end, but I cannot do it without assistance.”
“If we get caught…”
“I know child, but it is a risk I am willing to take.” For a moment they just walked along, and then she added quite suddenly something Anaya never expected to hear. “You loved my son.” She did not ask it as a question, but merely stated it with the underlying note of understanding. “You loved him even though he was promised to someone else.”
“It is a troubling time we have come to know, a place in the world where everything seems to have become impossible, but fear not, for there will always be our Lord to bring us back to where we ought to be. ‘He will rise up and we will be saved. Though we have felt the loss of the loved ones in our life He will restore the just and pure and the world will be set right again…’” The minister stood tall and confident preaching from the book in front of him and she could almost will herself to believe the words he said, but she knew better. Intensions, that's all it was. She turned and left the cover of funeral house, a simple structure offering nothing more then protection from the rain and snow, and a few seats for the elders that would attend the ceremonies held in this place. It hadn’t always been solely a place of mourning loss, but that was in the past, forgotten like so much of the way things use to be since this man had come proclaiming vast knowledge of a greater power in life. That wasn’t for her; she was a believer in the old powers in the world, but that no longer mattered for this man had convinced the council and Elders, and now they followed his path of justice and righteousness.
She walked down the path of old paving stones to where the trees began to grow again. So much had been cleared away since it had been declared the remains of the dead must be buried in the ground. A token of appreciation, he had explained, a way of showing our creator we cherish the work he has done. Again, it was pointless to her but she did as she was told.
A brilliantly carved stone bench sat below one of the old oak trees. She could almost see the moments before that she had spent sitting on that bench, enjoying the filtered sun of a hot summer’s day. Memories in a time that she wished to return to, before the loss, before the new rules and regulations. The times of a simpler life, where it didn't matter where they were, it was always just peaceful. Those times were gone, lost and irretrievable. And with the passing of time she felt no comfort, just emptiness.
Behind her the sounds of movement could be heard and she knew the funeral had come to an end. She turned to watch as people began coming down the path towards her. Putting her best face on she joined them as they made there way to where Christopher would be buried.
“Anaya, come child and walk with me.” Christopher’s mother held her arm out and she joined her as she walked behind the rest of the crowd, but she didn’t steer them along the same path, instead she veered off into the woods.
“Are you not going to join them to watch your son put to his final resting place?” Anaya asked.
“Now, I know you don’t believe in the non-sense that man has spouted since he came here, and neither do I. I would much rather give my son a proper end, but I cannot do it without assistance.”
“If we get caught…”
“I know child, but it is a risk I am willing to take.” For a moment they just walked along, and then she added quite suddenly something Anaya never expected to hear. “You loved my son.” She did not ask it as a question, but merely stated it with the underlying note of understanding. “You loved him even though he was promised to someone else.”