Subject: Grail: The Great Brightness - Arda
"Angeles"
"Angels, answer me,
are you near if rain should fall?
Am I to believe
you will rise to calm the storm?
For so great a treasure word will never do.
Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you.
mine to give...
Here, all too soon the day!
Wish the moon to fall and alter our tomorrow.
I should know
heaven has her way
- each one fiven memories to own.
Angeles, all could be
should you move both earth and sea
Angeles, I could feel
all those dark clouds disappearing...
Even as I breathe
comes an angel to their keep.
Surely, if this is
promises are mind to give you.
mine to give..."
- "Angeles", Enya, "Shepard Moons"
Kaje left the meeting in a tizzy. Everyone had been yelling and
screaming to the point of frenzy. The Prime Directive, how to revive the
star, what to do with the lords, personal feelings about each other, all
rang through her like death tones in the belfry of a Terran Catholic
Church.
The Prime Directive fight had left her in tears. If it wasn't
for the Prime Directive, Arda might not have spent those horrid years on
Xzarre's ship. The Federation would have come in and helped its people
move away from the Cardassians. The Federation would have done
something. The Federation that had sent her on this doomed mission to
the Delta Quadrant.
The Delta Quadrant. Damn the Federation. Damn Starfleet!
Again, they turn their backs on her, letting her rot on this ship of
fools. They left her to the wrath of the Circle on Bajor. They left her
in the hands of the Maquis during the treaty with Cardassia. Then, in
their effort to make peace with her, they trained her for a mission with
Death. A mission of doom.
Arda slammed her fist into the nearest wall, letting out a cry,
and sank to the floor in tears. Damn Starfleet and it's 'Prime
Directive'. Damn it all!
"Damn it all!" she cried.
{{{{Mommy?}}}} Kaede was scared. She had never seen her mother
this upset. The tiny voice in the back of Arda's mind went unheeded at
first. She was too absorbed in her own self-hatred and pity.
{{{{Mommy.}}}} It was stronger this time. {{{{Mommy, stop!}}}} Arda
sniffed, her cries coming to a stop. {{{{Mommy, no hurt!}}}} She wiped
her face on her sleeve, now realizing how much this had to have hurt
Kaede. She was so stupid! {{{{Mommy, STOP!}}}}
Kaje couldn't move. She was frozen in place on the floor of the
corridor. Perhaps someone would find her there, perhaps not. It didn't
matter. All that mattered now was to get herself under control, to get
herself out of this lapse into the past. The torrent of emotions that
swirled in her mind were confusing and upsetting. How was she to beat
that?
Arda knew that she had duty this shift. She had to get back to
the Shuttle Bay. The Orinoco had to be ready for the mission to
Kerestia, if they were still going. Yet, Kaje couldn't stand. She was
exhausted. Her hand throbbed from slamming the wall. She didn't look at
it, fearing the worst of it being broken.
{{{{Mommy, love you.}}}} Kaje let her head drop to her knees.
She was so tired. Kaede's undying love and support surrounded her. Kaje
didn't know how, but the child developed so fast and now, in the only way
she could at this distance, the little Arda gave her mother a hug.
Jessica-Lynne Sullivan
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