[Milly]

Disappearances happen.
Pains go phantom,
Blood stops running,
And people,
People fade away.

The Lightbringer returned and people rejoiced.
That's what was in my head, anyway. It wasn't quite the feeling I received however.
I suppose that was my fear - the rumors, who knew who believed what?
Yoshiko's words didn't help the tension running through my body.
A year spent trapped in Osrona - and for what?

There's more I have to say,
So much more.
But I've disappeared.

I hate this story.
We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future,
trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will
somehow cushion the blow.
But the future is always changing.
The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes.
But one thing is certain, when it finally reveals itself,

The future is never the way we imagined it.