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Vincent thinks back for a moment. A tired smile appearing at the ironic realization that the only thing he could remember accurately were those that happened after his death. "When I appeared before the Gatekeeper, he saw in me the sadness and anger I held at my death, and the powerlessness and pain I felt at Iris' death. It dragged on my soul like a physical weight. He was sad to do it, but he pronounced that until I could release my hate I could not pass. So I fell to this earth, a fallen angel. But even though I am fallen, it was not on bad terms. I grew strong in my hunt for absolution, and being an angel, I gained rank within their circles. As my power grew, the powers that be gave me tasks to fulfill, with the promise that with every success they would guide me closer to my goal..." Vincent sighed, "I am an angel...only because my deeds in life and after my death demand no less. More than an angel...I am a Fallen. Chained to this world by the pain in my heart and the rage in my soul."

"Something else is required for you to move on...though I already assume you knew that. Perhaps it is revenge, as is my case, perhaps it is closure. I do not know. Though it seems that we are kindred spirits, you and I, and I'd be honored to help you in your endeavors to move on. Let me tell you though, in my brief glimpse, Heaven is a place worth giving your all for..." Vincent jumps down from his perch on the rock to land before Mitzka and places his big hand on Mitzka's shoulder in a comforting gesture of friendship and shared pain. Then, with a wave of his hand, the Enclave seems to rejuvenate, filled with life as the grasses and trees about the grounds grow and flower. The waters seem clearer, and the sky above seems lighter. With another wave, the debris that is Vincent's home clears away, forming a small, rough pile of what will most likely become firewood. "As with this land...one day we will be healed as well..."

((So sad... crying ))

((GAH!!! I NEED CLOSURE!!!........................lol))

Pinta trots into the closure with Mitzka and Vincent on his back. Mitzka Jumps off the skeletal horse and leads him over to a tree next to the cabin. She ties the horse off and unloads Vincent form his back. Putting his massive arm over her shoulders she carried him into the house. Only being about five foot seven with a wisp of a frame it must have looked quite strange for her to be caring a man the size of Vincent, his knees were almost dragging on the ground. However her weight did not seem to faze her. She laid him down on his bed and began to walk about the small ((one room?)) cabin. It was strange to her. She was not use to such simplicity of living. It reminded her of the lodgings that the Gardner and his son had out in the back of the manor. How she had spent many a wondrous day in that dingy little place with Dresden. However as her thoughts turned to Dresden she felt the darkness begin to rise up inside her. Slightly panicked she quckly began to think about something else. It was not time for her to assume that form, not now. Finding a chair she moved it over to besides Vincent’s bed. And there she waited with the patience only a ghost could have.

“Oh …um…Well, it’s not that.” Mitzka seemed a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know if there was anything else you needed. I’m not really attuned to taking care of the living any more, eating, drinking and medicine and all that. I’m afraid it’s been a long time since I’ve had to worry about such matters. But it seems your wounds were able to mend themselves, so I had nothing to worry about…” Mitzka seemd to hesitate for a moment. Her hair fluttered around her in its usual ghostly manner. “Vincent… out there on the battlefield… do you hate the undead? ”

((sorry I've been fairly busy recently but I'll get a post up saturday.

Vincent twitches slightly at the mention of her name. But even though he turns to face the window once more it doesn't stop him from actually divulging some information. "She was so beautiful..." Vincent begins (rather dreamily you notice), "A full figure...eyes so deep you could stare forever and never get bored. And skin so beautiful it seemed to glow. She had such grace and poise about her I was almost petrified to talk to her the first few times we met...As time went on though, we became good friends, and then we began dating right after I entered the Elite Guard. Somehow our love only managed to grow...true love if there ever was such a thing." Vincent scoffs at the notion, as if he knew all along that it most certainly exists...or existed anyway, "She was so kind to everyone around her...even those that so obviously didn't deserve it. She would routinely go to homeless shelters, orphanages, and even to the jail to read scripture to the inmates. Several times she nearly met with a terrible end if you catch my drift." He shudders as if suppressing the urge to lash out at something, but the emotion quickly passes, "Finally, just after I was promoted to Captain of the Royal Guard I used the bonus I got to buy her ring. I remember that night I proposed...the look in her eyes could outshine even the brightest of days. I still remember her reaction. She was so happy she actually cried!" Vincent laughs aloud at this, as if it had been a source of great amusement for quite some time now. "We were engaged for nearly a year during the war, and we were finally set to marry within a week of when Borus betrayed us. I couldn't hold him...I never knew how powerful he'd become. And Iris was never a fighter...now, she could give Perrian a lesson or two in healing, but harming another person almost seemed to hurt her worse in the end. Always much too caring for her own good..." Vincent turns to face Mitzka again, "The land died with her that day...like it was kept alive only by her good graces...or maybe it was her pure spirit that gave that land hope? Either way, the land is now scourged, broken and hanging on to life with nothing but a rotting finger...I've never told anyone this Mitzka...but somehow...beyond all the odds...I think she might actually be out there somewhere. Might just be my false hope, but I can't shake the feeling. It doesn't help that we always seemed to have a sixth sense for each other...I'm almost prepared to go home..."

"Don't I know it..." Vincent sits quietly on the side of his bed as several long moments pass. "Your powers..." He begins suddenly, "What are they? I've never seen something like them before. But I can tell that they are certainly linked, at least indirectly, to your emotions at the time. That's it though."