<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="color: Teal">*** Several hours later ***</span></span>​</div><br/>The departing of the ships had not been easy, but they had made it. The forest had resisted, and had held back the remaining Yahnus, which most of them had not come  any closer any more. The main reason for why did they not press on forward, was because of the eerily young staring eyes of Verita, who stood surrounded by her group in front of the ships. She was going to be the last one to depart, and the still gruesomely blood-dripping jawline of the ashen elf was grinding a geurning pace that foretold them she had been using drugs.<br/><br/>The ships, led by Darion had departed over the waters into the direction of the continent Gha'mos. Verita had chosen to depart over the Eiwua sea, and she was leading the small freakshow of strangelings with her, all one by one cursed by her words and her presence. Yet none of them had seem to blame her, though the void of not seeing the return of Dal'tek was making the young woman cry out from the inside. Nobody had dared to ask her where he was, but she knew, deep down inside that he had not died. He was merely gone for now, his spirit sunken deep within the woods that pressed down menacingly onto the still remaining crowd of hundreds and hundreds of Yahnus staring them down as they sail far away from the shoreline. It was like the darkest gruesome goodbye's the group could ever imagine.<br/><br/>All the eye could see was a thick bellowing smoke coming from the once beautiful and ancient village build by the Aviari, fired up by the destruction of the race that stood side by side. Their outlines were redhot lined by the fire behind them, their faces dark and hidden away in the night. But their eyes, they illuminated the shorelines like a grotesque display of wishing lanterns that did not go up in the air, instead they stood still and stared down the survivors.<br/><br/>A chill went up Verita's spine as she watched them, knowing that they were watching her, waiting for her, for when they would meet again. And when they will, she promised herself, she would be meeting them with an army greater then any opponent they would ever fear her having. The unfulfilled promises and dreams that were driving away the fear and filling her yet again with hope made her open her mouth. Her lips parted, and she began the first notes of a eerily sung song that could grab each and every member onto the ship, taking their grief for just a moment and turning it into the strength they needed.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHPqw0ME094" target="_blank">(This is the song she starts singing)</a>​</div><br/><span style="color: Teal">I can't forget them when they're gone<br/>
They're like a song that goes around in my head<br/>
And how I regret, it's been so long<br/>
Oh, what went wrong? Could it be something I said?</span><br/><br/>She faced away from the chilling audience of black silhouettes and yellow orb eyes, looking at the remaining survivors on her ships. She could feel the silence of them all, hurt and wounded, crawling with pain and tiredness. She could see it all, feel every inch of pain on their dirt-caked skins. But she kept going, and walked up towards Dawn, taking the girls face gingerly inbetween her hands as she lifts up the wizened womans chin to look her in the eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: Teal">Time, make it go faster or just rewind<br/>
To back when I'm wrapped in your arms.</span><br/><br/>She leans in forward, pauses for a moment to listen to the sound of breathing and beating hearts, being able to distinguish the fast-pace drumming of Lillith's. It reminded her of the tales of a hummingbird, working so hard to be able to fly, and fly she did when she cleared the way for her and the group. Verita kissed Dawns forward, pressing her soft but chaved lips against the bloodied skin of the girl before she returns back to singing. Turning around and letting go of Dawn as she walks slowly to Y'vaste the ashen elf.<br/><br/><span style="color: Teal">All afternoon long it's with me the same song<br/>
You left a light on inside me, my love<br/>
I can remember the way that it felt to be<br/>
Holding on to you.</span><br/><br/>Verita moved her hands with the music she was singing, flexing and stretching her fingers as if she was playing a harp in the air. Strangely enough the music of the angelic instrument started to ring softly on the rhythm of her words, just barely audible above the crashing sound of waves bouncing of the ships walls. It made her singing into a dreamlike sensation, perhaps entrancing enough to hold the drunken drugged elfs attention as she started wipe the blood from Lillith's lips with her thumbs. Her fingers curled gently around the elfs jawline before she finished her sentences and kissed the tingling hot mouth of the ashen one. She could taste the metallic flavour of long devoured flesh and blood. It was churning her stomach but she held on, her eyes closed to await the elves reaction as her fingers stroked between the tangled up wet hairs of the elf.<br/><span style="color: Teal"><br/>
I can't forget you when they're gone<br/>
They're like a song that goes around in my head<br/>
And how I regret, it's been so long<br/>
Oh what went wrong? Could it be something I said?</span><br/><br/>She sang the words when she was free to move again. Looking around on the deck to find the Ramen, sighing between her singing words as she could feel the weight upon his heart pressing hers as well. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her warm and soft nose against his bloodied skin. It was almost like she had whispered the words to him, and only him. She knew what he was thinking about, what he was missing. His fingers still clutched around the bloodied once bronze feathers of his only love in the world. Some things did not have to last long to know how deep a connection you could make with a person that was the first one to be kind and gentle towards you. Her fingers pried open his hand and she moved gently over it, a blue illuminating light of magic cleaned the soft plush remnants of Sparkle, making it fall back into his blackened claws. But now in the colour and with the vibrancy of what once had been, and should have been now.<br/><br/><span style="color: Teal">Time, make it go faster or just decide<br/>
To come back to my happy heart.</span><br/><br/>For those last words she knelt down onto her knees and just looked at the vulpari with tears in her eyes. Even her own song could not stop the emotions she felt from the events that had unfolded in her life. As she finished she started to cry uncontrollably and sobbed on the hard wooden floor of the deck of the dark and devouring black wooden vessel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>