Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, unfortunately. If I had my way, well...let's just say that some people wouldn't be such idiots.
Summary: Life goes on, spinning the wheel, threading the loom, weaving its tapestry. New lives for old souls continue, the good and the bad.
Prologue
"We will meet again, surely we'll all meet again!" Hotohori whispered with his dying breath. Heart stop. The young emperor closed his eyes for the last time, never to open them again in that life again.
"Hotohori!" Miaka screamed in grief. Her body shaking, she wept for her lost friend. The emperor who had been so kind to her, had even loved her, was past hearing the priestess call his name.
