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Deo stnads up and leaves the graveyard. (Exit)

"No hes not here it must be where it ended and started all over again." I run out of the cemetary and head to the subway. ((Subway for my answer.))

Saria silently sneaks through the graveyard to it's overgrown bariers. Slipping through the woods and brush She quietly follows her black cat and appears before the cript. Placing her hand upon the door the crypt shuders open of it's own volition and then silently closes after her.
Walking quietly to the back wall as She had done before, Saria Looked again at all the strange and familiar simbols, Touching certian ones that her mind brought her she entered through the secret passageway that formed. The opening sealing after her.
"So my dearest Shamas, What is this place you so mysteriously brought me to? I-" Saria cut off as again resounding in her mind the words began to call again.

Sisters of the Soul,
Siblings of the of the heart.
Spirits of the World,
Together although apart.

Though I have no memory in my meager mind.....

Wideeyed Saria peered down at Shamas who seem rather aloof but his eyes held knowing.
"Shamas? What has been going on? Do you know?"Saria asked looking down at the sleek creature.
"I can see that you are not going to tell me. You have never spoken anything to me. I guess I will just have to sort through this myself."

Saria moved to the wall by the hidden stares and light a torch. Though She may have the ability to see well in the dark It was a little tooo dark and even she welcomed the extra light.
Moving from the stairs she peered at the walls, Strange symbols and designs covered them, all seeming erily familiar. Reaching out a hand about to touch some, Saria noticed that there was an opening to her left, to the right of her staired entry. Taking back her hand, Saria entered.

((If anyone ever wants to use any of my poetry, please ask first. It's just right.))(( Also: Please exuse the format for not being all that it could be. Gaia has very limited fomat abilities.))

Unrolling the scroll, Saria saw lines of- at first glance she thought it was covered with strange, symbols and those that appeared to be of oriental, Arabian and Asian origin as well as some unknown in origin yet very familiar. But as the light in the cavern flickered She realized that she must have been mistaken for before her was normal flowing lines of poetry in black flowing cursive with a rainbow, prism sheen to it, often manifested as violet or blue.

It read thus.

I have lived Many lives.
My years spanning the ages,
My soul split and scattered throughout the sea.
Spanning and living through my lives and those of the ones I've touched.

I have lived and fought and died for what I believe in.
I have made mistakes and paid for some of them dearly.

My lives have spun through time, twined about my being that flows through existence.

I have lived and I have lost.
I have been beaten, battered and bruised,
Used and abused.
Loved and hated and loathed.
And still my lives have trickled on their way.

In some lives I had no power or strength but my own.
The strength hidden within me and my being, clothed in a mortal form and frame.
Some lives my powers have been hidden,
Even from me, until some fateful day.

And in my dreams, the lives I've lived,
the lives I've lost,
the lives that could have been,

Show themselves briefly,
Often taunting me.
Burning within.

I have lived, I have loved and I have been lost.

Lost a joy that I had been given.

I have lost, and I have loved.

But isn't that all that truly matters?

For throughout all my lives and my many guises,
That is all that I have ever

Truly wanted

To love~

To have loved and be loved in return,
For however briefly.

For it is true what they say
"It is better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all."

Even if on the day you lose you die.

Whether or not life is a game,
When you lose love, it doesn't matter.
You lose.

But still, looking back,
Even if my love is lost,

I have loved, so truly, I have won.
I have won and know the joy of winning.

So even if the love, my love, is gone,
And there is no hope of bringing it back. It, he, is still gone.
It lives on in me.

For I have seen the of light
And at least in me,
The memory lets me live on,
Now in the darkness.

Those who say it is better not to know such joy, to only be left with such pain.

But to have never know love, Is to never know joy, To never live.

For if you say otherwise, it is a lie.

It is as if to say it is better never to have lived at all.

To have never been born, if we are all just going to die in the end.

Whatever memory servse me today,

At least now, in this hour, in this life- I am glad that I loved.

I lived,

Even if the loss of love has killed me.

I would rather loose life and keep my memories,
Than to loose my memories and never have lived.

"Whatever memory serves me today, At least now, in this hour, in this life- I am glad that i loved; I lived. Even if the loss of love has killed me." Saria uttered softly once aloud, and then was silent. She sat simply staring at the page and its words, her eyes shimmering in the lamp light.
She then read the last phrase again to herself, even more softly and hardly audible. A tear escaping down her cheek. "I would rather loose life and keep my memories, than to loose my memories and never have lived."

Cyrus walks into the graveyard and laid Yuki's body gently on the ground in a soft patch of grass. He went over to a vacant lot and on the way there snacthed a shovel that was on the ground. He started digging and after about 30 minutes he had a hole in the ground. He noticed a cofin leaned up against a tree. It wasn't fancy but it would do. He went over and picked it up. He dragged it back over to the fresh dug hole and carefully set it in the ground. He then went over to her body and gently picked it up. He carried it over to the hole and coffin. "You at least deserve a proper burial..." he said as he cried. He carefully re set her neck so that she looked almost normal. He kissed her gently on the forehead and laid her in the coffin, closing the lid behind her as he wept. He slowly started to bury the coffin in dirt and when he was done, threw a rose on the grave and walked away as a raincloud formed above his head and started raining. ((exit))

Bebadora's coffin opens and she steps out now in her full Demon form she now has regained all her lost powers "O ho ho.... it's been a long time sence my beautiful form has been awakend completly now lets see what havec i can reek" Disapers into the shadows

There was no replie. whether or not he wished to replie, or regaurdless of his feelings or ability to do so, Shamas remained silent.
((Much more has happened in the grave yard while Saria has been holed up in the crypt but she is ablivious to it as she is in her own little world. In her thoughts... so from page 69 to current will be left out of her continueing reactions as she is not a part of it. If you wish to know what is going on between these points you will just have to find out yourself.))