Salt of the Earth
by Portrait of a Scribe
Date: 2009-7-19
Time: 10 minutes.
Characters: Seiten Taisei/Son Goku
Pairings: None.
This came to me after I saw a particular piece of artwork. I'm a big Saiyuki fan (just gotta love those four anti-heroes...) and Goku is one of my favorites. Remembering the legend of the Monkey King, this popped into my head and I had to write it.
Salt of the Earth
By Portrait of a Scribe
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Eons had passed since the swirling energies had coalesced into a single spot and formed the living earth. Seas swished with their tides, the branches of the world's trees waved to the new day, the rocks sang with the sound of the wind. Thunder boomed through the sky, chasing its lightning.
Upon a great mountain, where the aura of the earth gathered, there was a large stone, encircled with sutra and seals.
As the sun reached its peak, the stone began to dissolve under the warmth of the light. Slowly, surely, the rock melted to expose to the sun's smiling face the form of a child, curled into a ball with his thumb in his mouth. The child was made of stone, seemed to be carved from the very granite that had borne him.
The sun hovered anxiously overhead, and color, life, began to leech into the cold gray of the boy's skin.
His long, unruly hair became the color of the richest soil that nourished the crops that fed the peoples of the world. His skin became the color of the sand upon which the oceans crashed, pale tan and softer than the feathers of an owl.
Eyes, the color of the purest, most heretical gold, opened upon his world, and he sat up to gaze in wonder at the planet he would come to call home.
Lifting himself to his feet, he bowed to the four quadrants. Then he took a deep breath from brother wind, and knew that he would love to live in this place.
He had been born of the salt of the earth, but he would feast upon the rivers of life for the rest of time.
Son Goku, who would become the Seiten Taisei, smiled with excitement and anticipation.
Short, I know. Hope you liked it.
-Portrait of a Scribe