Temple of The Fallen

[Elanorîn]

Description:

It is little more than a small memorial. A few masonry structure stand here but in severe disrepair, filled with cracks and crumbling mortar, weeds and wild greenery growing at will as the small garden has long since lost its last caretaker. It still has some charm to it but some might find it sad to see the grey stone moss covering the once smooth surface so the names of old fallen are at times barely legible.

The actual temple has lost its roof but some of the pillars still remain, but the shrine to those long forgotten by the shallow city whose blood helped form this ground is now open to the stars. Fitting? Perhaps it is more comfortable to think so. This area is heavily overgrown and the shadows here cast my numerous trees seem a bit darker than they ought to. It is not a large garden but it has been fenced in by a cast iron fence with two gates that are never locked.

Some say it is a restless place, where named and unknown fallen alike cast their heavy gaze on the ungrateful, forgetful city.

[warhawk225]

Dust rose from the road as a military humvee, complete with forest camo paint and gunner hatch, raced up the small windy path. The sounds of the vehicle bounced off the trees and echoed throughout the area, for few would say a humvee 'purrs'. The large SUV slid to a halt at the side of the road, half inside a ditch and the driver's door opened, revealing a man dressed in a uniform not very familiar to the area. A black uniform, with red and gold chevrons, complete with the golden star. Nigel Quinn stepped out of the humvee and put on his white-top cap, walking slowly through the memorial, listening to the peace and quiet which had been displaced earlier by his humvee. Amazing....Just how something that had been disturbed seconds ago can turn normal again. If only life could be like that.......

Quinn made his way to the altar, made slightly uncomfortable by the menancing trees. Ignoring them, he turned his attention back to the altar and placed a small wreath which he had been carrying onto the altar itself, before stepping back and snapping to attention, raising his right hand to his temple in a salute. Things that should not have been forgotten had been, and he respected those that had fought in the past, so he could carry on their torch into the future.

[warhawk225]

Nigel Quinn lowered his hand and stepped back, about turning smartly before marching back to his humvee. An odd feeling filled him, like a satisfied and content feeling, after one had eaten a good meal, or done a good day's work. As he stepped onto the road, that feeling passed, but Quinn looked back over the temple, gazing over the ruins before taking off his cap and climbing into his humvee, starting the engine and driving back to the city, once again, shattering the peace for a few seconds, before the tranquil silence returned.