TITLE:
LiesAUTHOR:
Wayward ExplorerSUMMARY:
Mr. Parker examines his place - in the world, in The Centre, and in his daughter's life.RATING:
PGDISCLAIMER:
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Lies, all lies.
The air is so cold. Speeding by me as I plummet, it chills me to the bone. Such little distance to go, and I'm dropping so fast.
The world is so large, how did it ever get reduced to the size of a building on the outskirts of Blue Cove, Delaware? How did we let our work narrow our focus? How did I let my desire for the Power I was always told was mine get so out of hand? And how did I not realise how out of hand it was until this moment?
The Truth is out. Or is it? What is the Truth? If the Scrolls are Truth, if what they tell is the way it is and the way it was always meant to be, then this is what I'm supposed to do.
I'm still falling, so fast, so fast. I grip the rip cord - I'll have to pull it soon, if I plan to at all
The Centre brought the world to my feet, made me God. And I enjoyed the Power that went with playing the Almighty, I truly did. But now I am the one prostrating myself - brought to my knees by the Knowledge I now have. I have always been right, but have always done wrong.
Not yet, not yet nearly there
And now I know I was wrong to stop them from being together. Godammit, I know she's not mine, but thank God she's not Raines' either. At least she is the true child of someone who loves her. And I tried to love her, I did; but I was wrong from the start, to take her into that world. I should have kept her outside, it would have been less painful. But the Scroll told me that no matter what I did, she would have found him anyway. Maybe this way, she has the tools, the power, to fight. Maybe I did something right after all.
The rip cord jams, the parachute won't open. I scramble for the emergency release. I pull hard, it opens. It slows my descent, but not much the Scrolls have been ripped from my hands, and I slam into the concrete-hard water of the ocean
Maybe I did something right after all. Even through all the lies.
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©2003 JWE
A/N: Please note that this a short-story and I don't intend to write any more chapters, or sequels (but intentions can be changed!)
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