Requiem for RivenguildSepdet reaches for the words of St. Katran to try to make sense of the fall of a great Age, Rivenguild. I admired your Age from afar but never ventured far past the first page, and now can only imagine it from the words you bring with you, like pages torn from Books. I read between the lines of Catherine's journal and your own posts, to find some truth that stands for both.
"There were many voices, but I understood none of them - like hundreds of people whispering..."
Yet once I served him, almost married him. There are compromises one must make when choices are few.
And yet it turned out well, did it not? A door opened, unexpectedly, and allies I did not know I had came to my rescue. Atrus and Anna.
An imperfect solution.
The womb from which the cry released,
When Riven fell, I feared I would not be able to save any of them. Or only the Moiety, leaving half my people to die. Again, the timely aid of strangers, and my own will, my determination, fashioned a Linking Book through which we might pass to begin anew...
"It is beautiful and I am pleased. At last, my people will live in safety and comfort. They stand under the bare sky, unafraid, and dazzled by their freedom. They are happy."
I left a part of myself behind in Riven. It is a wound one will always bear, the losing of a home. But so long as we keep writing new Ages, make refuges for our loved ones and beautiful worlds in which the children have space to play, all is not lost. As Atrus said, "To dwell in the past is to die in the present."
I will dream.