Vuroth's Tear: Even the Gods Cry

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Aro sat on the cool floor of the stone room, protected by the magic of the wall that prevented evil from entering the Denjak crypt. She sat looking at her favorite statue, a young woman in beautiful armor. She was the only one of all the originals who's statue didn't hold a weapon. She wasn't sure why the woman had no weapon but liked to think that she was the only one with magic strong enough not to need one.

Aro didn't mind that her gift was limited to seeing the memories of others but she did wish that she had more control over it, that she could choose who's memories she saw instead of the random waves of information that poured into her mind from time to time. Everything she ever saw or learned stuck with her, she couldn't forget a single detail of anything even if she tried. It wasn't all bad though, she could perfectly recall the most beautiful pictures that she had seen in books or scenery that she had seen in one of her visions.

Every vision, every dream had always been a random stranger's memory, a tragic time in their life or an important moment in history. Aro would fight sleep for days until she couldn't hold her eyes open any longer, just so she could have a break from the carnage and tragedy of her dreams.

The last year was different, she had rarely ever had dreams about the same person but Aven's past was almost all she ever saw now. The painful memories, every lost loved one, every battle. She woke in a cold sweat with tear soaked eyes when she dreamed about Analda's death. Of course she didn't tell Aven but, but she lived that moment through Aven's eyes, felt everything he did. When he cremated her she could feel something die inside of him as he watched the ashen sculpture of his love crumble in his arms. Of course he was strong, hiding the pain he felt still, he knew the others looked to him for leadership and the entire kingdom depended on him so he forced that pain as deep as he could and locked it away.

Aro stared at the statue and wished she were a warrior like the woman so she could help Aven instead of hiding away in the safety of the sanctuary's crypt. She admired the caring smile on the statue's face, as if that expression were carved solely for this moment, to soothe Aro while she waited and hoped that Aven and the others succeeded. She smiled back and laid her head down on the cool stone floor. As soon as she closed her eyes she felt the familiar sensation of falling into the past.