Claddagh Chapel

Late in the night Kazzia slipped away from her sleeping siblings and carefully made her way through the darkness to the chapel she had seen coming into town.
Her feet were silent years of hiding had taught her to keep quiet and she made her way almost noiselessly.
The wind rustled her gown gently and she gathered her skirts more tightly, peeking back through the darkness she reassured herself and soon she was upon the chapel doors, opening one partially she slipped through the crack she'd made leaving the door open for a noiseless exit.
Making her way to the front she kneels carefully arranging her skirts so that she could comfortably rest on her knees. Bowing her head tears fall before even her eyes are closed. Thank you. Thank you. Became her mantra. Thank you Oh thank you! Please Please don't ever take them away from me, I'm so tired of being alone.
Her body was wracked with painful sobs as years of being alone came rushing back, the times she really could have used someone to hold her hand, the gut retching knowledge that there wasn't anyone to share her pain, and the years of being so strong for those around her, when she wanted nothing more than to cry. Almost as quickly as her tears had begun her body caved under the strain and she crumpled on the stone floor below her, her body trembling with every sob.

Outdoor sleeping under the stars and moonlight most of his life had made sleeping in a bed feel strange to him . So after talking into the night , then retiring , Lys laid there thinking for a long time after his sisters had also retired. The high octane fueled series of events over the passed twelve hours or more had drained him , but sleep would not come , so much was swimming around in his head that his brain was working overtime trying place it all into some chronological order . Through his restlessness there was only one place he knew he could go for peace of mind , the place he had sought out many times over the years , it was the only place he found solitude in situations like this , but this time it would be different . A lot different , this time is was giving back .

Silently slipping out of his bed Lys quiely dresses , carrying his boots with him softly decends down stairs , sliding his boots on he leaves Dana's homeand heds away down the road to the chapel . Arriving in the pitch darkness he is alerted by years of outdoor living that all things out of place could sense danger , the chapel door was ajar . With stealth Lys eased himself through the gap vacated . Silently he made his way towards the front of the seats . His keen hearing picked up a soft sobbing as he neared the front , silently he heads to the griefed voice , there to find his beloved sister Nulala , racked in painful tears crumbled on the stone flooring . Quickly kneeling beside her , then wrapping one consoling arm around her, Lys understands her pain , a pain the both shared , the pain of loneliness .Looking up at the alter, then with a voice unashamed , a voice full of humility Lys prays aloud..... Jah , please , we come before you to thankyou for looking favourably upon us and in your infinate wisdom granted we be reunited once more , you have offered us back the love that was taken from us . Please Jah give Nuala , Dana and myself the strength to rebuild our lives as a family , to forever united in our love for one another . we ask this humbly in you name .....amen.

Throughout his offer of gratitude to Jah Nuala had found solace in the strength of her brothers arm , resting her head against his chest, tears still falling ....[b] Come Nuala , it is time for us to go home in peace . Never, dear sister, will our family be parted this I promise you. The softness in his voice supprised him somewhat , which was down to his life of being alone .
Slowly rising to her feet , she takes the arm offered by Lys as they both , in silence , exit the chapel .

Once more unable to sleep Kazzia's feet lead her to the chapel and once more she kneels at the altar in the front laying her sins before her god. She was weak and she knew it, right now so much anger coursed through her body that she could scarsely breathe. She'd been building this anger for years, no of it was dirrected to her god, instead she blamed those who had abbandoned her. She was torn between loving the family she'd now found and hating them all. She considered packing her things and leaving town in the night, let them see how it feels to be abandoned, but then they would still have each other and their friends so it wasn't really the same, it would never be the same. They would never understand. Her head stayed bowed and all night through Kazzia knelt at the altar trying to decide what to do, Lord if you have a choice made for me please then give me a sign so that I can move on with my life in either one way or another.