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(Fiction) Stages of Grief

Discussion in 'UO Great Lakes' started by EM Malachi, Feb 14, 2011.

  1. EM Malachi

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    Denial

    Princess Mirendel couldn't fall asleep yet. The small dragon poked her head out from under the blanket and waited. The pretty lady she called “Mama” always came to tell her a bedtime story. She would wait for her.

    Anger

    Magnus Grey handed his kryss to the guard and motioned for him to wait outside the interrogation room. The guard started to protest, but caught the look in the Minister of Security's eyes. He saluted and left in a hurry.

    The Bane Chosen prisoner sneered, "Is this supposed to scare me?"

    Grey's expression did not change, "Yes."

    Bargaining

    Ricardo held the shimmering crystal in his hands, trying to make it do the impossible. "They’re going to blame me for what happened. I never meant for this. She was fair to me. I owe her. I can fix this. This crystal remade the world. Surely it can bring one person back..."

    Depression

    The castle was cold and quiet. Sherry buried herself in the nest of cloth scraps and wool. The small mouse shivered as she wept for her friend. "Her story wasn't supposed to end like this."

    Acceptance

    The candlelight flickered across Dasha's feline features. The Meer sat vigil beside Dawn’s still body, watching the shadows move with the flame. Every human and Meer magic had been tried. She wasn’t coming back. "I will miss you, my friend."