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I turned away and faced the crashing white rapids. My evergreen hunting dress whipped in the wind with my copper hair. I took a deep breath and jumped. I felt the spray before the crushing force of the furious river of Ashtira . I knew. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The crashing Ashtira swallowed Clarisa up like a famished Lunadford scourges a helpless fox before a feast. I don’t know how long I stood there before the Seeker placed his firm hand gently on my shoulder. I looked up to see his concern. “Where is Clarisa Shana? The Chinook whispered that she was with you and in some marvellous peril,” he spoke with care. Despite the fact that I was Shano, I still had a keen friendship with the Seeker. It was perfectly normal to break down. He wrapped his solid arms around me in a protective way that he always did whenever I needed someone, for big matters or small. “Come now young Shano. Dry those tears. Clarisa Shana did what she had to in order to save Lishon. She knew this day would come.” His wisdom did nothing to salve my hurt but I knew that he spoke the truth. It was only because of this that I quieted. “Come. The time to grieve is not now. The Kwana are gathering and they need you to be on the ready for battle. We need you now more than ever. “Aye Seeker. You say the time to grieve is later but now is the best time. I will use my grief to vanquish the Noli and spread their ashes in the Ashtira. “Still your blade Shano. To use grief for your sister as a tool in war is to shame her. It will be a murders victory, not a warrior. I felt shame for what I had said. To wield the power of Shano is to be merciful. I should have known. The Seeker put his hand on my head and tousled my hair. I was his Shano but he was like my father in many ways. “Come.” A legion of Noli faced the entrance of Lishon, while the Kwana (who were half the enemy) sat in the courtyard. Waiting. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I was tossed as far as the River of Ashtira could throw me. My breath left me as I landed with a brash blow. My breath came back in spurts. My heart stumbled with my constant effort to start my breathing. Why couldn’t I get air? As if she had always been there the Spoken appeared beside me. She placed her webbed hand on my chest. Air.

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Shana and Shano Part Ii

I turned away and faced the crashing white rapids. My evergreen hunting dress whipped in the wind with my copper hair. I took a deep breath and jumped. I felt the spray before the crushing force of the furious river of Ashtira . I knew. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The crashing Ashtira swallowed Clarisa up like a famished Lunadford scourges a helpless fox before a feast. I don’t know how long I stood there before the Seeker placed his firm hand gently on my shoulder. I looked up to see his concern. “Where is Clarisa Shana? The Chinook whispered that she was with you and in some marvellous peril,” he spoke with care. Despite the fact that I was Shano, I still had a keen friendship with the Seeker. It was perfectly normal to break down. He wrapped his solid arms around me in a protective way that he always did whenever I needed someone, for big matters or small. “Come now young Shano. Dry those tears. Clarisa Shana did what she had to in order to save Lishon. She knew this day would come.” His wisdom did nothing to salve my hurt but I knew that he spoke the truth. It was only because of this that I quieted. “Come. The time to grieve is not now. The Kwana are gathering and they need you to be on the ready for battle. We need you now more than ever. “Aye Seeker. You say the time to grieve is later but now is the best time. I will use my grief to vanquish the Noli and spread their ashes in the Ashtira. “Still your blade Shano. To use grief for your sister as a tool in war is to shame her. It will be a murders victory, not a warrior. I felt shame for what I had said. To wield the power of Shano is to be merciful. I should have known. The Seeker put his hand on my head and tousled my hair. I was his Shano but he was like my father in many ways. “Come.” A legion of Noli faced the entrance of Lishon, while the Kwana (who were half the enemy) sat in the courtyard. Waiting. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I was tossed as far as the River of Ashtira could throw me. My breath left me as I landed with a brash blow. My breath came back in spurts. My heart stumbled with my constant effort to start my breathing. Why couldn’t I get air? As if she had always been there the Spoken appeared beside me. She placed her webbed hand on my chest. Air.