Light light gray
November 2002, outside of Beqanna (19 BQ)
Age at Death:
Date of Death:
November 6, 2003, 3:54:53 pm in the Beach (31 BQ)
Cause of Death:
Battle and sacrifice
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“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.”
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
What is glory? Is it the great honor, praise, or distinction accorded by common consent? Is it the highly praiseworthy asset? Is it adoration, praise, and thanksgiving offered in worship? It is majestic beauty and splendor? Is it resplendence? Or, is it something deeper? Is it the splendor and bliss of heaven? Is it perfect happiness? In part, glory is all, and more.
But, what would happen if one would add mourning to it? Does it not add grief or sorrow? What would be the contrivance if eternal happiness does hybridize with enduring anguish? The capabilities are unfathomable, but what would be the indubitable factuality?
The comprehension that does cease to be cognized might be for a sophisticated reason. There are no satisfying emanations for mixing ecstasy and despair. It is too much erudition for one being to know. Perhaps this is why the Gods above have removed this apprehension from our intellectuality, for it was never meant to be fathomed.
However, each incident has its consequences, be it pleasant or corrupted. Following in the footsteps, this antagonism of evil and favorable did manufacture an aftermath, the fruition of the turbid chaos that spread during their clash. What is this aftermath you ask? Well, this aftermath would be one named suitably adequate – named for the two forces that so viciously perfected her – she is, the one and only, the Mourning Glory.
There is no need to illustrate her, for that would ruin the whole point of imagination. She is not one to be described anyway, for each would see her in their own nonpareil perspective. However, if you must need one, just envisage the paramount of each: mourning and glory, churned into one by a force greater than life itself.
And this life, mourning glory, was a warrioress. She found no home - not even the amazons, and did not even know how but somehow mothered a golden filly Nebula. However, as Nebula grew older, she was taken captive and murdered by Al Sha'ar and Saul. Along with Satine, Mourning Glory fought the two powers of darkness, sacrificing her life to save Beqanna from evil.