[h3][center][color=F9487D]Death of a Dancer[/color][/center][/h3]

[center][color=F7CCEE]Caecilia knew death was approaching. It was always good to know. Death often surprised people. It surprised her parents. It surprised her brothers. She mourned them as a daughter and sister does, but she had to move on. Her grandmother passed knowing. Her brothers passed knowing. Leywin passed not knowing and that was a true tragedy. The woman who took her in, gave her a home, taught her all she knew and all she would become.

She laid to rest in her bedroom. The walls had rich, decorative tapestries in vibrant colors. There was a mural on the wall depicting a great battle that was won. She heard soft music outside, heard children laughing, the people cheering. It was good, she thought. This was it. She has led these people to where they needed to be and she was confident her legacy would continue strongly. She trusted her captains, she trusted her warriors, she trusted her family. That was key. Trust.

She smiled and went over to her bed. It was decorated much like the tapestry, in silks of red, pink, and yellow. She laid down and closed her eyes and waited peacefully for death to finally come. She knew it would.[/color][/center]

[h3][center][color=F9487D]Dance Reborn[/color][/center][/h3]

[center][color=F7CCEE]She awoke with a startle. She felt a cool dampness on her forehead. She moved her hand and wiped it off. It smelled like rain water. She felt another cool drop and looked towards the direction of the ceiling. She noticed the stone top and the large crack that ran across it. Another drop fell.

She sat up and noticed she was laying on a stone tab. She looked around the room she was in. It was all stone. Stone everywhere. Various cracks broke through the wall. She could hear the distant sound of rain.

She died. She knew she did. Yet, here she was, breathing in air again. She took a deep breath to be sure. Was this the afterlife? She assumed the afterlife would be a bit more...pleasant than rain and a cool, stone room.

She took a mental step backward. She took in another deep breath and noted that it didn't hurt to breath. Before she laid down to die peacefully, she remembered how it hurt to take in deep breaths. She would often joke that her dancing career was over if she exerted herself. That was when she looked down. She saw the robes she wore, but she looked at her hands. They were smooth. Soft. They weren't wrinkled or gray. She moved her sleeve up to check. Her arm was the same. She felt her hair, it was flowing and smooth to the touch. She moved to look at it. It wasn't gray and brittle anymore, instead it held it's gold color again.

She stood up quickly now. What was this? She glanced around the room again. This was not her bedroom. There were no tapestries or murals or rich colors. It was all stone.

She moved quickly out of the room into the next. Much the same as the one she woke up in, she noticed it was larger, but it was empty. It was then that she looked outside and saw it raining. She also noticed a group of women dressed in red dancing around in a circle and singing softly. They were covered by the archway that was over the entrance. She moved slowly towards them. They were singing a song she hadn't heard before.

She stood at the entrance and listened to them. They were graceful and beautiful. As the women danced she noticed that they all had daggers attached to their hip. 

The song ended shortly after her realization and one of the women gasped as she saw Caecilia standing there. [color=white]"My lady, this temple is only open to those of the Order. What are you doing here?"[/color] Caecilia hadn't realized the woman directed the question at her. [color=F9487D]"I am sorry. I only just got here."[/color] The women still looked at her. She noticed their hands were at their hips, to reach for their weapons. [color=white]"I ask again. What are you doing here. This temple is sacred to Lady Caecilia and her order. You are trespassing."[/color] Caecilia looked at the woman in confusion. Had she heard her right? Lady Caecilia? [color=F9487D]"I am sorry, did you say Lady Caecilia?"[/color]The dancer looked at her with mild shock, [color=white]"You must not be from around here, so your transgression shall be overlooked. Lady Caecilia is the one who resides here. The Order is one that was made to continue her legacy. She was a powerful woman in her life, leading her men to battle with grace and finesse. She passed many years ago, but her legacy continues. That is why we are here. It is the yearly tribute to her.[/color] Caecilia still looked in awe. The woman was clearly speaking some insane idea, but she remained calm. Years ago? Legacy? What trickery was this?

[color=F9487D]"But...I am Caecilia."[/color]

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