Disclaimer:
Blake's 7 was created by Terry Nation
I make no monetary profit from my fanfic.
Summary: Zen's
thoughts
Rating PG
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"I have failed you … I am
sorry … " My final words and I meant them.
I'm so sorry. I have failed you
all. The Liberator was your home, your
defence. It was my home, my body. And now it is gone. Now I am gone. I can no longer guide you.
Dear brave, but lost Blake, arrogant but resolute Avon, feisty Jenna,
gentle Cally and of course comedial Vila.
And I can no longer protect you.
No longer help you. No longer
can I hear your voices, or feel you within me.
I am sure you will find your way without me. Did you realise I cared for you all so?
When the Liberator exploded, I felt myself ripped asunder. I felt myself die.
At first I was afraid, for you all, for myself. But a few moments after my destruction, my
death, strangely I felt at peace, knowing you would go on to fight the evils of
this Universe, my friends. The Universe
is alive and wise. I know you will find
a new ship. A new home.
Grieve not for me as I have transcended my physical presence. I have ascended. I am now an energy being
and the Universe is my Garden.
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