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09/24/09(Thu)00:07 No.5984252"Shuck? Where are we going?"
"Not exactly sure, Mare. I'll know when we get there."
He led her by the hand through the ruined cathedral. Down the aisle they went, between rows of rotted pews. A towering statue of the Emperor, four stories tall, loomed above the altar. His armor was painted in red and gold by the light of the cracked stained-glass windows. His glare was stern and disapproving.
Shuck looked up at him and frowned. "Not here."
He pulled Mare away from the scowling titan, toward a small stairway in the wall. Up to the balcony, feet pattering through the dust, the windows they ran past depicting shattered scenes of triumph, blood, and martyrdom. Finally they stood side-by-side in the space between the back of the Emperor's head and the Rose Window. From below, the window was a blazing, intricately woven halo of light, radiating from the God-Emperor, casting his face in shadow. But here, it seemed to shine on them alone. Behind them, the statue faced away down the empty halls, sword clasped protectively, ready to turn away any who might harm them.
Mare fell to her knees in the dust, gazing up in awe at the shining window. Shuck sat down heavily beside her.
"Here, I think."
The setting sun blazed in on them, warming them, bathing them in light. They sat together, looking out through colored glass at the quiet, broken city. Climbing vines softened the harsh silhouettes of the empty towers, and the dying sun cloaked the ruins in passing magnificence.
Mare sighed. "It's strange here. Lonely and pretty."
"Strange and beautiful, yeah. Like you. Mare?"
She turned her head toward him, eyes wide. He was on one knee, fumbling in his pocket. |