Lost In Wanders

BOOK 6 OF THE LOST ANTHOLOGY.

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti, Remember

Many have known me under many names, and even a few different faces. I have been small, slight, a snowstorm trapped in a body of glass that broke more times than could be counted. A girl with hair of fire and a shattered mind that had no idea what had just passed, and what had occurred centuries before. A tall warrior who would fight until her end and beyond it, just to protect those that she loved.

Now I share a face with another dead being, only they truly have passed, and I remain in their stead to pick up the pieces of both our lives. It means nothing, not in the grand scheme of things, because there is no way to stop what is coming, and I doubt I could do it anyway. So I stay as I always do, the Remembrance of all that has come to pass, and the sibling that must keep order to a chaotic existence.

As always, even with a destination in mind, the Doctor and I are Lost In Wanders.