"Well I'll stay honest, you do the same."
Themesong:
"I'm gonna let you in on a secret, I'm so afraid
Of letting my skeletons out, so I bottle them in
But I know it's gonna get out in the worst way, so I gave in
Now I'm gonna be an open book for you to read"
Rosana was standing in the middle of the room screaming at her father - age 13. Tears streaming down her face as it was the same fight again. Always of him drinking - spending there regals wrong. Him spending his regals he earned to get alcohol instead of feeding them. He was yelling at her he didn't need a lecture from his daughter. So instead she screamed at him. "I NEED YOU HERE AS A FATHER! I WANT SOMETHING TO REMEMBER YOU BY! NOT JUST DARK MEMORIES OF A FATHER WHO DOESN'T CARE!" with that - he snapped, the yelling match began. "YOU DON'T TELL ME HOW TO BE A PARENT! WE'VE BEEN DOING FINE - STOP BEING SO SELFISH!" On that day - is when the blossom of depression grew in her mind. Spending the next few years thinking of herself as selfish. Even right up to his death - she was depressed...
"The longer I stay numb, the longer I don't have to think much
I never have to think about my father and how he walked out on us
How I barely know my mother, for that I'm ashamed
Afraid of what they think of me, so I stay away"
She was on the floor, crying and sobbing - the bruises and broken parts of her body and the numbing cold, the whipping of the winds and the screams roared higher.. until all of it started to disappear.. faintly the cold no longer effected her as the Glyph on her neck started to glow... In her Hallucinations all she saw was her father walking out.. her mother disappeared discarding her as her daughter... Afraid of her thoughts... The pain it hurt.. her screams couldn't be heard - and how she screamed... Screaming until she couldn't... and slept within the snow.. Upon the waking hours...
"Let's make a pact right here, right now."
She raised her head - from her prayer to Frisit. Those baby blue eyes peering at the statue as she walked away, the glyph on her neck giving a glowing effect.
"You keep your hopes up that I can change
Well I stay honest, you do the same
I'll keep my purpose, you keep your faith
That we can get through this
These tougher days These tougher days"
She looked up - seeing Paeral as she bandaged a woman, a smile playing on both of there faces.. the scene faded until they had grown distant - both having stayed honest with each other, she kept her purpose - he had faith in her even in her darkest of times that each day would be better then the last. He kept hopes up that'd she change for a better.. however things never would and will change of her mind. For it was too late - she wasn't going to change...
"Listen, let's make a pact right here, right now
Let's make a pact right here, right now."
Happy memories passed, faces moved. From times she spoke with Lathai and Severin, to the times of tears and hugs shared with Sabarielle, Wistaeri, and Lythir. To the hugs of warmth between Paeral, Elora. To the times of help and kindness with Aelris, Malyrra, Rennyn, Merith, William, and Valkari - to even the times where she's felt anger with Taendross, and Saff. All of these people shaped her. Even the hardships with her Mother and Father. To her worshipped dragon Frisit... to days with Kruul and others laughing and enjoying time! To times in the meadows..
"You keep your hopes up that I can change
Well I stay honest, you do the same
I'll keep my purpose, you keep your faith
That we can get through this
These tougher days.."
"Please just hold on a little longer, have a little more faith in me.. a little more hope.. I hold onto each of you - even the ones I hold disdain to, you all mean something for me and you have shaped me to be who I am now.. thank you. Even now as I lay broken and parted with some of you.." Memories of the distance between Paeral and Severin, the light that was going out with Sabarielle, the departing gestures of Lathai, and Lythir's group. The broken friendship of Taendross, Saff, and Malyrra, The silence between Merith, Renny, Kruul, and Aelris... The losing faith of Frisit....
Broken hearts truly make Broken minds - without you dears I shall lay down my blades and my mind will break and I shall wither away.
This one is more of a reflection on her history, how she first became a Frisit Worshipper - her near-death experience, her bad times with her family, overall a expanison on people she's close to.. and times where they're not doing so well as of late as Rosana started to pull away - and make hatred of her friends. It's a fickle thing love and friendship!
Themesong:
"I'm gonna let you in on a secret, I'm so afraid
Of letting my skeletons out, so I bottle them in
But I know it's gonna get out in the worst way, so I gave in
Now I'm gonna be an open book for you to read"
Rosana was standing in the middle of the room screaming at her father - age 13. Tears streaming down her face as it was the same fight again. Always of him drinking - spending there regals wrong. Him spending his regals he earned to get alcohol instead of feeding them. He was yelling at her he didn't need a lecture from his daughter. So instead she screamed at him. "I NEED YOU HERE AS A FATHER! I WANT SOMETHING TO REMEMBER YOU BY! NOT JUST DARK MEMORIES OF A FATHER WHO DOESN'T CARE!" with that - he snapped, the yelling match began. "YOU DON'T TELL ME HOW TO BE A PARENT! WE'VE BEEN DOING FINE - STOP BEING SO SELFISH!" On that day - is when the blossom of depression grew in her mind. Spending the next few years thinking of herself as selfish. Even right up to his death - she was depressed...
"The longer I stay numb, the longer I don't have to think much
I never have to think about my father and how he walked out on us
How I barely know my mother, for that I'm ashamed
Afraid of what they think of me, so I stay away"
She was on the floor, crying and sobbing - the bruises and broken parts of her body and the numbing cold, the whipping of the winds and the screams roared higher.. until all of it started to disappear.. faintly the cold no longer effected her as the Glyph on her neck started to glow... In her Hallucinations all she saw was her father walking out.. her mother disappeared discarding her as her daughter... Afraid of her thoughts... The pain it hurt.. her screams couldn't be heard - and how she screamed... Screaming until she couldn't... and slept within the snow.. Upon the waking hours...
"Let's make a pact right here, right now."
She raised her head - from her prayer to Frisit. Those baby blue eyes peering at the statue as she walked away, the glyph on her neck giving a glowing effect.
"You keep your hopes up that I can change
Well I stay honest, you do the same
I'll keep my purpose, you keep your faith
That we can get through this
These tougher days These tougher days"
She looked up - seeing Paeral as she bandaged a woman, a smile playing on both of there faces.. the scene faded until they had grown distant - both having stayed honest with each other, she kept her purpose - he had faith in her even in her darkest of times that each day would be better then the last. He kept hopes up that'd she change for a better.. however things never would and will change of her mind. For it was too late - she wasn't going to change...
"Listen, let's make a pact right here, right now
Let's make a pact right here, right now."
Happy memories passed, faces moved. From times she spoke with Lathai and Severin, to the times of tears and hugs shared with Sabarielle, Wistaeri, and Lythir. To the hugs of warmth between Paeral, Elora. To the times of help and kindness with Aelris, Malyrra, Rennyn, Merith, William, and Valkari - to even the times where she's felt anger with Taendross, and Saff. All of these people shaped her. Even the hardships with her Mother and Father. To her worshipped dragon Frisit... to days with Kruul and others laughing and enjoying time! To times in the meadows..
"You keep your hopes up that I can change
Well I stay honest, you do the same
I'll keep my purpose, you keep your faith
That we can get through this
These tougher days.."
"Please just hold on a little longer, have a little more faith in me.. a little more hope.. I hold onto each of you - even the ones I hold disdain to, you all mean something for me and you have shaped me to be who I am now.. thank you. Even now as I lay broken and parted with some of you.." Memories of the distance between Paeral and Severin, the light that was going out with Sabarielle, the departing gestures of Lathai, and Lythir's group. The broken friendship of Taendross, Saff, and Malyrra, The silence between Merith, Renny, Kruul, and Aelris... The losing faith of Frisit....
Broken hearts truly make Broken minds - without you dears I shall lay down my blades and my mind will break and I shall wither away.
This one is more of a reflection on her history, how she first became a Frisit Worshipper - her near-death experience, her bad times with her family, overall a expanison on people she's close to.. and times where they're not doing so well as of late as Rosana started to pull away - and make hatred of her friends. It's a fickle thing love and friendship!
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