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[Beks]

So, yeah, this (really) short NK oneshot expresses my feelings about the whole Flank issue. I could have made it longer, but it made be too sad. Interpret it how you will. I promise next time I write something NK related, it'll be happier.


Eulogy of the Heart


It always falls on me to write the eulogies. I suppose it should be an honor, putting together the words that send our comrades off into the next world. It kind of powering actually, having my prose effect so many people’s emotions. Of course, I never actually orate my own speeches. Our Queen usually does that. But it’s always my job to look back on a fellow Knight’s life and try to find some kind of profound life lesson or two. It always was been my job, ever since I was inducted into the Neutron Knights.

But this time, it was just too much. This time, the deceased was more than just a mere comrade. This time, tears stained my roll of parchment and made the ink bleed. This time, I just couldn’t do my job.

Red Storm disappeared one day, leaving a scroll on his pillow. It told us that some urgent family business had presented itself to him and he had to address it immediately. We, of course, understood. Neutron Knights frequently took time off for family emergencies. The mystery was that while everyone knew his family lived in a remote village in Eastern Neutronia, no one knew exactly where it was. This presented itself to be a problem as the weeks and months passed by. At first, he sent back messages every so often, telling us not to fret, he’d be back soon, and this family matter would solve itself in time. Then, suddenly, no more messages. We began to worry. One of our top intelligence agents attempted to trace back his scrolls to his family’s village, but the trail stopped cold at the edge of an impenetrable forest. After three long, silent months had passed by, we were forced to declare him dead.

I pulled out a scroll of parchment and my favorite ink well and began to muse, trying to find the words beautiful and eloquent enough to describe Red Storm’s life. I had barely begun when my eyes wandered out the window and landed on the air field, the jets glistening in the evening light. Suddenly, seeing those great beasts of metal, I was overcome with emotion. Memories flooded my mind and drowned my ears. For a moment I was Writer Woman, hunched over a table in her room, and then suddenly I was Beks, the small child bookworm, reading the introduction to Knights Through the Ages to a slightly younger Red Storm. Then I was Writer Woman again, though younger, dragging Red Storm out of the cockpit of a burning jet. And then I was back, crouching over a soggy piece of parchment, unable to move or think. The next day I bequeathed the job of writing the eulogy to Rat Lady, who was a great prose writer herself. I knew I should have done it myself, but the eulogy in my heart could never be written down with ink and pen.

[Mara=^.^=]

Holy shit, this is really good Beks.

I'm going to hire you to write my eulogy.


~*Mara*~ = ^.^ =

[J/C AVA]

Oh my gosh!!!!

This IS GO- GREAT!!!

But I must ask Mara:

When did the whole "Eulogy of the Heart" thing got started?

[Beks]

Thanks guys!

[RocksmySocks]

Wow, Beks, that was amazing. Very, very touching. What a beautiful concept, and written beautifully to boot. Amazing.

[Beks]

Thanks, Katie! That means a lot coming from you.