Darkness loomed over the gloomy graveyard, as Devon stood before his
grandfathers grave stone. He didn’t know it but Taranis’ wheel loomed
over his head as lightning struck all around our hero. This is the
grand father that Devon and his father had seen in their livingroom so
long ago. He didn’t know why but there was a link he felt with him
even though he died before Devon was even born. His grand mother even
told him that the way he looked out of his eyes reminded her of her
long dead husband. He had but one thought on his mind. What would have been different if
his grandfather had never died so long ago? Would it be that
different? How would his father be different if he had grown into a
man with someone to guide him into manhood? These questions our Devon
didn’t have an answer to, but he did know that there would be no way
to find out, so he stared at the stone that spelled the gloom of the
one he so longed to know all throughout his life. He was doing everything in his soul to keep the thought of his lost
sister out of his mind, but the look of her just kept creeping back.
Why hadn’t he have known that this was going to happen to her. Why
couldn’t he, if he really does have all of this so-called power? Why
couldn’t he have saved her from her demise? Why would this happen to
her, why? His heart ached as deep sheering pain tore through his
heart, through his soul. He had faced loss in his life, but none had
cut him so deep. Was it his maturity? All of the other losses had come
when he was still young, but he loved them just as much as he had
loved his sister. Why is she so different? When his niece died…
grandfathers grave stone. He didn’t know it but Taranis’ wheel loomed
over his head as lightning struck all around our hero. This is the
grand father that Devon and his father had seen in their livingroom so
long ago. He didn’t know why but there was a link he felt with him
even though he died before Devon was even born. His grand mother even
told him that the way he looked out of his eyes reminded her of her
long dead husband. He had but one thought on his mind. What would have been different if
his grandfather had never died so long ago? Would it be that
different? How would his father be different if he had grown into a
man with someone to guide him into manhood? These questions our Devon
didn’t have an answer to, but he did know that there would be no way
to find out, so he stared at the stone that spelled the gloom of the
one he so longed to know all throughout his life. He was doing everything in his soul to keep the thought of his lost
sister out of his mind, but the look of her just kept creeping back.
Why hadn’t he have known that this was going to happen to her. Why
couldn’t he, if he really does have all of this so-called power? Why
couldn’t he have saved her from her demise? Why would this happen to
her, why? His heart ached as deep sheering pain tore through his
heart, through his soul. He had faced loss in his life, but none had
cut him so deep. Was it his maturity? All of the other losses had come
when he was still young, but he loved them just as much as he had
loved his sister. Why is she so different? When his niece died…
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