Family History

Ms. Noadea

Lived in Era 24, got 1 heir(s) (Noadea) and was a member of Freedom Fighters
~Shunning the field broken by Wave.
The shadowed girl whispers,
"Surely, I will return."
Alas, the truth unbeknownst.
Awaiting her at journey's end;
Eternal mourning for her land.~

~Sadness arises from the grieving;
Kindhearted and innocent,
A child once was the light,
The happiness to all.
The child of light has yet to reappear,
To bless the broken field.~

~Neither have returned,
The Earth and Sky mourn them.~

~Many have forgotten them,
The child and the girl,
And scoff at the mention of them.
But of this, I am certain.
They will return,
To bless this broken land.~

From and inspired from the Epitaph of Twilight. May those two return to bless this land.

Ms. Noadea

Lived in Era 25, got 1 heir(s) (Selkirka) and was a member of The Darshivan Empire
~Her hair is of a flowy kind,
long, yet silky,
and her blue eyes are alight.
No one would believe
that she of all
was to be The Watcher.
Such a solemn task
was that of The Watcher,
but she took to it
with ease.~

~Her mother before
served as The Watcher,
the watcher for the shadowed girl,
and the child of light.
She waited and waited,
but dawn refused to come,
and no one came
to bless the broken land.~

~There are those who mutter
and mumble and grouse
that The Watcher just wastes her time.
But the new one
believes that those two will come.
She says to the disbelievers:
"They may not come this life,
nor the next,
nor even the one after.
However, I believe that they will come
One day."~

Ms. Selkirka

Lived in Era 25, got 1 heir(s) (Noadea) and was a member of The Jester Empire
~A quiet rush fills the air.
Dark shadows suffocate,
stagnant stench constricts,
all life stops
on the broken land.
The Watcher wails,
wails into the cruel sky.
Her skin peals away,
which the acid rain flays,
and the steaming husk
collapses.~

~The people tremble under their overhang,
horrified by the sight
of their great mistress death.
Immediately they despair
and cry out for someone to save them.
Then, in a light so radiant that it blinds,
comes a little girl,
with cloud-like hair
and an innocent face.
Her skin is milky-white,
unblemished by cruel time.
She walks, slowly, to the smoking husk.
The rain has stopped
and the clouds have started to disperse.
The shadowed sun comes out,
and the most cry in joy.
However, some watch the girl,
who lowers herself to the pathetic carcass.~

~She cradles what is left of the skull
and lovingly strokes the disfigured cheekbone.
With a stifled sob, her head lowers in sadness.
"Why did you wait so long,
my darling,
for something that can never be.
I have never blessed any,
nor saved any.
Your Faith was misplaced,
oh little one,
alas, it was misplaced.
You should have believed the Father,
not I..."
The little girl never smiled again.~