.Never Forget That Which Was.
She had been there for many generations. A silent observer of her undead kin and those of the living world who lingered
within Algethra's borders. Many things she had seen since her waking all those centuries ago; when the statue of her was
errected in the Southern lake and her soul bound to it. There were nights when she would sit, idlly, within the holdings of her
stone prison and just listen to the going-ons around her like a youngling trying to decipher it's parent's speech patterns.

So many events had unfolded here, and so many more were unravelling with each passing day.

At first it had been a point of amusement to listen in. To gleam as much knowledge from her surroundings as she could
possibly manage. Then it began to grow mundane and repetitive -- and it didn't matter what she overheard. For even if some
grand scheme of violence was spoken of in this area, she had no one to share the words with. No one left alive to warn, and
no ties to the living world that she wished to keep intact.

Thus listening in over the years had turned into nothing more than a way to pass the neverending cycle of day and night. And
with time, Ka-suja began to forget what her purpose there had even been. Why she was even brought back in the first place,
she could no longer recall.

This night she was once more combined with the stone of her statue; her incorporeal body lingering over the bones sealed
within the rock. She often found herself wondering, in moments like these, if destroying her bones would free her and bring
back some semblance of normality. She could remember once having begged a traveller to down the statue, and burn it to
ashes, only to receive a balking laugh in response. No one seemed to understand the grief of the Energies.

To be present with no life, no purpose, just a passing of time that can never be escaped and yields no end of a tunnel.

Ka-suja sometimes wished that she mind had been rendered feral by all the centuries she had been stuck in the Sacred
Lands. Maybe then she would not have these breaches in her thoughts where she desired freedom, or the right to no longer

And when her thoughts turned to that ultimate escape, for reasons she could no longer comprehend, the word 'Source' would
riffle through her mind. Fleeting images of something, someone would pass her by. For even if she couldn't remember why a
Source was important for freedom, in the back of her mind where her reach no longer extended, she knew quite well they'd be
her only refuge.

Tonight Ka-suja tried to let her mind wander, let the sounds of those in the area drown out her own turmoil. For a Graeph with
no purpose, no Hive, no physicality to fight, was truly lost. And the Demon had nothing to look forward to anymore.

For not even Raveens were reckless enough to harbor the spirit of a Graeph inside of them.

"Ka-suja," a voice drifted through the stone. Gentle, unassuming, and familiar only because it was a voice Ka-suja had often
heard. She did not move from her place inside the statue, merely cocked her head slightly and listened intently. "Ka-suja," he
repeated, "Ka-suja, Ka-suja..."

Sometimes she didn't reply back immediately. Took her time in doing so just so she could hear someone speak her name. It
kept her grounded, somehow, to hear it.

Outside the holding of Ka-suja's statue, the Noble Jykan stood. The large Azama, eternally covered in vines crawling up his
forelegs, waited to be acknowledged. He had been here, jailed in this Land, for as long - if not longer - than the Graeph hiding
in her statue. Yet unlike the Graeph, Jykan never began to forget. Perhaps it was from his strong ties to the World Spirit now;
or maybe an Azama even in Energy form was just as content as those of the living variety.

Jykan never seemed depressed with his fate. He was one of the Energies of the Sacred Lands who emparted knowledge on
those who came here seeking it. He never tired of answering the same questions, of speaking of affairs now centuries past,
and of his feelings towards the events to come. If an Azama was to enter these Lands, they almost always sought the
company of Jykan. And the other Energies, aware of the Azamas, thought it mildly amusing how they treated him like some
higher power.

Like he was more than just a dead Azama stuck in the form of a ghost -- to them, it would seem, he was so much more.

"Ka-suja," he said once more, "I know you do not approve of leaving the safety of your perch anymore, but tonight is one
night you should make the sacrifice of doing so. Ka-suja, it is not the type of night one wants to remain blind to."

Blind. Ka-suja almost laughed at the word, for a Graeph without a physical form was nothing less than blind. Lacking eyes in
life meant that Graephs were forced to see through their other senses, and without the aid of taste.... Ka-suja could only
make sense of the world through imagination and sound.

Jykan remained rooted to the small island in the middle of the Southern Lake, his ears perked forward and tail lightly trailing
over the water behind him. He grew weary after the failure of any response from Ka-suja, and slowly shifted his eyes away
from her frightening statue. In life he may not have ever made friends with a Demon, but in death, it's amazing what kind of
things seem unimportant anymore. How things of life that may have seemed most dangerous are now nothing more than slight

"Ka-suja," he breathed, "At least wish me well this night. So that I know you are still here with us, and have not abandoned me
to the solitary ways of silence."

He wished she could come out. If not to hear what he wanted her to, then to at least let him know she was still there. That
sometime during the daylight hours she hadn't been taken from them. He would hate to have to live with the compay of Haeuul
and Exadel all by himself for the rest of eternity. For, he meant not disrespect to them, he grew tired of the narrowed views of
the Raveen Nobles. And often times wished, and yearned for, the perspective of other creatures.

In a Land mostly made up of Energies who were once Raveens, it was a hard task to find that other perspective he so
desired. So it was only natural that through their inprisonment that Jykan would seek the company of Ka-suja.... Even if, even
now, others of his own species would damn him for keeping such company.

"I'm well Jykan," came the splintered voice of the Graeph. It sounded as if a multitude of voices were speaking in that single
sentence, spliced together to make for the flow of words, without any inclination towards one sound over the other. It was just
the way Graephs spoke; parroting the sounds of speech patterns they'd heard from other creatures, and not owning a voice
that was solely their own.

Jykan smiled lightly at the response, "I'm glad for it, Ka-suja." He looked once more upon the black stone of her statue, and
then spoke again; "I will take this to mean you will not be joining me tonight. I fear you may regret it come the morn, but I
understand if you would rather idle here."

"What is it that has caught your interest, Azama?" Ka-suja queried, though she still did not leave the darkness of her cage.

"I cannot say for certain," he said, "Just that there are two commotions in the area now. One with our friend Exadel that
sounds more like a shouting match than a casual affair -- and another with an Energy and a living Raveen I have never seen
before. And I do not mean the Raveen; but the Energy itself. I have not once laid eyes upon him till this night... Yet he speaks
as if he's been here for some time. It intrigues me, and though I am loathe to admit it, I wish to find out more. I was thinking,
upon the leave of the Raveen, to speak with him. But I... I am wary of it."

"...." There was an audible click from the statue's confines before Ka-suja replied. "Wary of a Raveen, dear Azama, how unlife
has tainted you very little...." She trailed off, then stated quite clearly, "I will not play the part of silent companion, or guardian,
for you this night Jykan."

Jykan nodded, though he knew she could not see it. "Very well, then I will find the answers on my own. Hopefully this will not
lead to my final end, Ka-suja, for I fear what would happen if you were left to the complete silence you so surely seek..."

"I would fade away, Jykan. And what a loss it would be." She sounded lightly amused, or as close to it as she could get with
the various voices. "Now leave me be, Azama. Your company does not interest me now."

He didn't appear to take any offense from the Graeph's words, instead nodding once more and turning to take his leave of the
small island. He walked out, his ghost paws floating over the water as he padded back to the shore.

"Ka-suja," he whispered, "Though it pains me to wish it, I hope one day you find that escape from here, before you lose
yourself completely..."