The Sanctuary of Hope closes . . .

[olwentheold]

Those passing through and attempting to find their way to the Sanctuary of Hope will notice that worker moving furniture and fixtures out of the Sanctuary and a large notice stating that the Sanctuary is now closed.

If asked, the workers will simply shrug and say they're just doing their job.

[Keetena]

*With sadness Keetena looks the workers doing their job, she only had time to take some personal objects, and write a letter to each one of the former sisters and associates thanking all the support and faith they deposited on a dream that unfortunatelly vanished as many things in history. Keetena is a bard above everything, and even with a weighted heart she is already very accustomed with changes, both for good or bad, now she walks the streets of Suzail, disguised holding the hand of her young son, she looks the road in front of her, and cannot avoid ask herself*

- Now, where should I go?

*And even with a few tears she smiles, with Lady Love in her heart*

A passage in Keet's diary
*Nothing is eternal, everything and everyone is fated to and end, and how they will persist in memory and history after gone, only the mark left can tell. Now the road is open, and the time never stops, many histories are yet to come.*

[mourndarkv]

*A note tacked to the closed doors of the former Sanctuary of Hope. It's penman ship clean, and pleasent to the eyes.*

The truth of the Sanctuary of Hope lies in the hearts of every being. Do not let the loss of this symbolic building bring to your heart sorrow. Let it remind us instead, that the Truth of Hope and Love dwells in the hearts of all good people. From the Farmer to the Noble, from the Peasent to the King. Hope is a fire that cannot ever be quenched. Do not morn the loss of this structure, but find inspiration from the memories of what was here. It's spirit only dies when you forget.

Hope shall live on, forever.

Tremain Dawnseeker

[abby]

The frail young woman dressed in shabby gray robes plucks a few stray weeds from the Santuary garden. She shakes free the dirt which clings to the roots, and sets the tiny weed aside. Her herbs are nearly ready to be picked... though, it will not be by her hands. She wonders who is going to be living on these grounds now, and if they will keep her old garden. At last, Abby stands, arching her stiff back. Turning, she looks for one last time at the building that had been a home for her and her sisters... a home that had given hope to so many. She thinks of all the good that was accomplished, the spirit of charity and the promise of Santuary. Though there is the sting of loss, sir Tremain's words ring true in her heart... and they give her hope. That hope gives her purpose in her stride when at last she turns and sets upon her path. In her heart, his words ring true... yet in her mind, she understands that the sick and wounded need clean sheets and water... and the tired and hungry need a roof over their heads and food for their bellies. It is with this understanding that she begins her search. With every dusk comes a dawn, and the santuary of her heart, the one within the hearts of her sisters and brothers will begin anew. Already, they are gathering... knights, healers, and all of those with compassion in their hearts. They are gathering to make a new Santuary. One where all those in need can find saftey, healing... or even justice. Abby searches the winding streets of Suzail for new Santuary of Hope.