There is a song in this fic. I do not own it. "The Prayer" is sung by Celtic Woman. It's a very pretty song. If you can, look it up on youtube and listen to the melody. It's so pretty. It fits really well. Or so I think, LOL. But some of you are aware of how wierd I am and how chaotic my thinking can be at times.
And I'm sorry this was posted late today. I forgot we had a gaming session today, LOL. We usually play on Saturday, but yesterday was Valentine's Day, so it was moved to today.
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"This is tomb of Mary Magdalene the prophet?" Azmaria asked in wonder, looking around with wide eyes. It was empty except for a large casket wreathed in white flowers. Rosette and Joshua nodded. This musty old tomb held so many precious memories for Christopher siblings. This was where it had truly all began, right here in this tomb. The only difference between now and then was the absence of a certain sleeping demon in his child form.
"It's almost exactly the same," Rosette whispered softly. "It's only missing a sleeping Chrono." Rosette giggled. "He was acting like such a wierdo at our first meeting."
"Well, he was just waking up," Joshua recalled. "Imagine trying to wake up from such a long sleep. That and being hungry. It must have been a nightmare." He walked over to the casket, placing a hand on it reverently. "But he was always a loyal friend. No one can deny that."
"Chrono's not really gone. He lives on in all of us, especially me." Rosette put a hand over her heart. "His spirit will always be with us, watching over us, guiding us." She had a smile on her serene face. "Even now, I can feel his presence among us. Chrono is not gone, and never will be. And someday we'll meet again, when our souls return to the astral line. He promised that he would be waiting for me, watching over me. I'll live on happily for his sake." A single tear hit the floor, despite her peaceful smile.
"Rosette, let's pray here. Just to ourselves. Perhaps our dear Az will sing us a song. She still has a beautiful voice," Joshua suggested, lowering himself to his knees humbly. Rosette smiled and joined him on the cold stone floor, her shawl slipping to the ground. It was a little chilly outside, even more so now. But she didn't care about this. Azmaria stood behind them, her hands stretched up high in the air. Both of their mouth's started moving, but no words came out.
"Chrono, for you, wherever you are," Az murmured, starting to sing.
I pray you'll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don't know
Azmaria fell to her knees as well now, still singing.
Let this be our prayer
As we go our way
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
The tomb, formerly chilly, now warmed up a bit. A comforting presence filled the room
I pray we'll find your light
And hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night
Remind us where you are
The dark tomb felt lighter, a bit brighter than before. Azmaria accredited this to the change in their heart.
Let this be our prayer
When shadows fill our day
Lead us to a place
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
We ask that life be kind
And watch us from above
We hope each soul will find
Another soul to love
Rosette's lips moved faster, silently asking for Chrono to have the chance to be with them once more. She pleaded for life to be kind to Chrono, just as he had been kind to her, despite how harshly she had treated him at times.
Let this be our prayer
Just like every child
Needs to find a place
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Need to find a place
Guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Safe was with Chrono, no matter if her life was threatened or not. Azmaria's song ended. They all opened their eyes. The warm, comforting presence was still there. Chrono was still with them, unseen, but there just the same.
"Az, that was beautiful," Rosette said in awe as she stood up. "Even without the powers of the apostle, your voice is still so strong. You could make it big, you know, instead of spending your time here. Now that we don't want you here of course," Rosette said hurriedly.
"And miss time with my precious friends?" Az scoffed playfully. "Never. Besides, if I left you alone and in charge here, this place would be swiftly destroyed and these kids would be displaced again. I won't let that happen." Joshua laughed loudly, it echoing around the almost empty chamber. Rosette and Azmaria found themselves laughing with him, caught up in the mood. That was, until Azmaria saw what was happening behind Rosette. She stopped laughing, Joshua ceasing laughing as well.
"Rosette, look!" Azmaria exclaimed, pointing behind Rosette. Rosette turned out. A wind was rushing through the barren room, picking up the delicate white flower petals from the casket and swirling them around majestically. Rosette's jaw dropped. "Am...am I seeing things?" And where had the strong wind come from in the first place?
"No, I see it too," Joshua agreed. "Rosette?"
"How could I miss it?" Rosette asked, shocked.
The dancing flower petals were spinning around wildly in chaotic circles. And in between the storm of petals, an image could vaguely be seen. A tall, blonde woman wearing a simple white dress sat smiling, her eyes happy, laughing. Everyone knew who the woman was. Mary Magdalene. And behind Mary Magdalene was a tall man with long purple hair, also smiling, waving at them. His eyes were only for Rosette. Love and respect shone in them. He smiled wider.
"Chrono..." Rosette gasped. The power that had caused the flower petals to dance and show them the image broke as Rosette spoke. The petals fell to the floor, the image vanishing. "Guys, for the time being, how about we not say anything about this?"
"Agreed," Joshua intoned at once. Azmaria nodded her agreement. They sat there for awhile longer, just letting letting their hearts and minds be at peace.
"We should really get back to the orphanage," Azmaria finally said after an indertiminate amount of time
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Rosette agreed. Neither of them moved. Joshua got up and pulled both of them to their feet. Joshua looked at his watch. An hour had just barely passed since they had come here. In silence, they made their way back to the hole they had come through.
"I'll boost you two up and then you two can pull me up," Joshua told them. He pushed Azmaria up first. Azmaria then offered a hand down to Rosette and she helped pull Rosette to the surface.
"Grab on," Azmaria instructed. Two hands reached down and Joshua grabbed hold of them. "Next time we ever come down here we bring a rope." Joshua was yanked to the surface. They all three hit the ground.
"OUCH!" They all shouted at once. Joshua was sprawled onto top of the two women haphazardly. He rolled off of them with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, you two," he said quickly, hiding his embarassment.
As the three walked back to the orphanage, all three of them were thinking similar thoughts. They had faith. There was no way Chrono could be dead, not after all the signs that they had seen so far. He would return to them. And just like the ribbon with Chrono's unique hair was bound with, they knew a general idea of when. "Soon," Rosette and Azmaria whispered together.