all that was me, is gone

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own It was a peaceful sort of carnage, and one which Ludo watched with an appraising eye, the dark eyed child strolling upon the surface of the waves and among the water churning red. Remi moved like a wing and a prayer, his executions swift, the panic extinguished in leiu of hope and wonder; the perfect foundation for the sailors' happiest memories to take root. And when it was all done, the seas were quiet but for the sinking, fiery wreck of the ship, and Ludo waited patiently for Remi. "A necessary job, but very well done sweetling," it remarked. Indeed, Remi might see the small points of light beginning to drift from above the ocean, bobbing about the deity in preparation for their final journey.