Well after a long wait and many threats (though the threats and reviews had nothing to do with anything) I'm starting a new chapter. It is currently 9:37 PM on January 25, 2003. Lets see how long it will take my to finish this… Dammit I think my parents are home, now I'll never be able to even begin to THINK about this chapter until exams are over… *sigh*. Never mind, that was just the neighbors car… well then, here I go, once again embarking on my journey on the Road of Literary Completion, with Motivation and Inspiration as my flighty, unreliable but needed guides. I think in this world of ideas and words, only my Muse manages to stand stoutly by my side (err… on my shoulder since he IS a gray rat) no matter what… Oh by the way, I've re-read and checked over my previous chapters and re-uploaded them. I'm a perfectionist in that way. One mistake is all it takes to re-upload a chapter… just one.
As I slipped into the realm of dreams and flighty fancies that Gainel rules, I began to get the uncanny feeling that this dream wouldn't be filled with whimsical scenes and odd medleys of people and places. Was I ever right. Right away I came to a marble hall that felt much to real, cold and hot at the same time to be a true dream. With the cold marble under my bare feet and the radiating heat coming from everywhere else, it was an odd place indeed. The stone pillars stretched farther that I could see, holding up nothing but a white sky, perfect from and blemishes, like flawless crystal. Its blankness frightened me, like a canvas yet to be painted, full of possibilities, possibilities I were sure were full of pain and grief.
No walls came in to comfort me, to tell me that I was in an enclosed space, not alone. The fact that anyone could just sneak up on me and that I had no where to put my back to… that frightened me senseless. Why couldn't I have a normal fear? Like heights or drowning or something? Why?
All of a sudden with no warning, no flash of light, no portal, I felt a warm presence behind me. I whirled around, so incredibly afraid for the first time in my life. I had never had any nightmares before, nor had it ever truly been possible for me to be completely alone with nothing and no-one there. There were always trees, walls, something.
The man behind me looked on in faint amusement at my wide eyes and ragged breaths. Mithros. That was Mithros. Literally. The God was unmistakable in his golden chain-mail and "informal" golden war gear. I suppose he wanted to seem less imposing… it didn't work. Nothing could make him seem less imposing. All etiquette screamed for my to bow, but for some reason, as grand as he looked, it wouldn't seem right. So we stood there, honey brown eyes boring into dark gold ones for an age. Then he spoke.
"What, no greeting for your father? No hug?"
That's it. Well the beginning of it. I will not excuse the shortness, because the next bit is being written right now.
Yup. There we go. The revelation. What took me forever to finally get out, but believe me, it was hard. I literally had to find Motivation, leap on him, wrestle him to the ground, tie him up securely and throw him the cage where I had trapped Inspiration not a day earlier. She wasn't nearly as hard to catch, but impossible and chancy to find. I had to read an odd book which I picked up on a whim. (The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. The English version. Ever heard of it? Worth the read.) I found her hiding in the last pages…