Meadow's Requiem
"Ow."
I hit. HARD
There I was, in the middle of the night, hanging off a root of my favorite tree.
"Hmm. stupid dream." I exclaimed to no one.
That night, I was having a dream, where I was falling. And before I could interpret it, I smacked against the hard part of a root, rolled off, and grabbed on to the end. How was I supposed to know the dream was so literal?!
I pulled myself onto the root and grabbed onto the rock face. As I did, my chest started to hurt, knocking the wind out of me.
"Great. a busted rib, oww." I yelped.
"Long way down from here. It'll hurt if I let go, but [I shifted my glance upwards] not exactly a beautiful hike back either."
It was then I should have realized my day was going to suck.
It was an hour later when I pulled myself out of that ditch. The sun was up, well, rising, and DAMN did my rib HURT! I almost passed out on the way up from the roots.
When I could stand, I looked back into the ravine.
"Damn hole, what, does it take its vitamins or something? Those roots go pretty far down. Maybe I should stop sleeping in that tree."
I shook it off, and decided I should continue my training. I continued towards the meadow where I usually begin my usually harsh study of Jijutsuan, a martial arts practice that, through study of other forms, I have compiled myself and named.
As I neared the meadow, I stopped to rub my rib, when I sensed something watching me.
I stopped, and looked around, with alertness on my face. Nothing for a whole minute, then the birds started singing again (damn things annoying) and wind went through the trees. (Did it even stop?). I continued towards the meadow. I came to the rock face with a secret hole in it. I crossed through it, and it was like walking through a dimensional hole. I walked into a sunny warm and, surprisingly, green area. The meadow was my favorite place. The extensively large trees that surrounded the smaller trees were so high; they blocked most snow from entering and most heat from escaping. That's why it was nice year round, plus it was protected by rock all the way round. No one knew of this place except me. Not even Jenni.
It wasn't small, but it couldn't get larger. It was perfect. I would say about the size of a church I had seen in the American books. I wasn't the perfect reader, but I did understand the basics. Dot your I's, cross your T's, mind your p's and q's. I was told that a lot, but I'm starting to wonder what that has to do with literature.
Anyway, I chose a tree, a dead one of course, because my morals won't let me take the soul of anything living. My goal today was basic calicial strengthening. Basically. I beat the crap out of a dead tree, cutting up my hands, legs, arms, and feet to create a rough texture on them. Then I'd rest a day to let them heal into calices. I'd do that twice a week in a row to toughen them.
As I was doing so, I got to thinking about Jenni's crystal. What was it about? She had told me she got it from her grandfather on his deathbed. She knew it was important for something because the government tried to get a hold of it that same day. Her grandfather gave it to her to hide it, and to cherish. He would travel a lot, never being expected at any time. He was on her father's side of the family, but they couldn't be less alike. She said he was the merriest person on earth. Every visit he made was loved, except maybe by her father, whom somewhat resented his un-seriousness. He had told her that crystal was very important, and she would one day need it, so his dying wish was for her to hold on to it wherever she went.
Before I knew it, my hands were hurting more than my ribs, so I stopped for a break. I moved to a soft patch of grass, and went into a meditative position.
WOOSH! Snap, Snap! A shuriken had landed near me. Before I could think, barely react, I jumped just out of range of the explosion. The shuriken had a tiny bomb on it! Before I knew it, the meadow was ablaze. The dry grass fueled the flames, closer and closer they got. I ran full speed to the opening in the rock face. I jumped through it and turned my body against the side of the wall just as a blast of fire whooshed through the opening.
It was over in a second. I returned to the charred meadow. Ashes everywhere. I was surprised I could move so fast, and in such pain, which was rubbing off as the day went on.
"What the hell happened?!" I remembered where the shuriken came from, and looked into the trees. Nothing was there to meet my gaze.
"Shit. What the hell was that about? What a waste of souls. I hope most of the animals escaped in time, but then again, even most animals didn't know of this place. I came upon it on accident. I was just exploring a few years ago when I tripped on a small hole near the front. I would have totally overlooked it if I hadn't had my face planted in its front door What a day it was so far.
"Ow."
I hit. HARD
There I was, in the middle of the night, hanging off a root of my favorite tree.
"Hmm. stupid dream." I exclaimed to no one.
That night, I was having a dream, where I was falling. And before I could interpret it, I smacked against the hard part of a root, rolled off, and grabbed on to the end. How was I supposed to know the dream was so literal?!
I pulled myself onto the root and grabbed onto the rock face. As I did, my chest started to hurt, knocking the wind out of me.
"Great. a busted rib, oww." I yelped.
"Long way down from here. It'll hurt if I let go, but [I shifted my glance upwards] not exactly a beautiful hike back either."
It was then I should have realized my day was going to suck.
It was an hour later when I pulled myself out of that ditch. The sun was up, well, rising, and DAMN did my rib HURT! I almost passed out on the way up from the roots.
When I could stand, I looked back into the ravine.
"Damn hole, what, does it take its vitamins or something? Those roots go pretty far down. Maybe I should stop sleeping in that tree."
I shook it off, and decided I should continue my training. I continued towards the meadow where I usually begin my usually harsh study of Jijutsuan, a martial arts practice that, through study of other forms, I have compiled myself and named.
As I neared the meadow, I stopped to rub my rib, when I sensed something watching me.
I stopped, and looked around, with alertness on my face. Nothing for a whole minute, then the birds started singing again (damn things annoying) and wind went through the trees. (Did it even stop?). I continued towards the meadow. I came to the rock face with a secret hole in it. I crossed through it, and it was like walking through a dimensional hole. I walked into a sunny warm and, surprisingly, green area. The meadow was my favorite place. The extensively large trees that surrounded the smaller trees were so high; they blocked most snow from entering and most heat from escaping. That's why it was nice year round, plus it was protected by rock all the way round. No one knew of this place except me. Not even Jenni.
It wasn't small, but it couldn't get larger. It was perfect. I would say about the size of a church I had seen in the American books. I wasn't the perfect reader, but I did understand the basics. Dot your I's, cross your T's, mind your p's and q's. I was told that a lot, but I'm starting to wonder what that has to do with literature.
Anyway, I chose a tree, a dead one of course, because my morals won't let me take the soul of anything living. My goal today was basic calicial strengthening. Basically. I beat the crap out of a dead tree, cutting up my hands, legs, arms, and feet to create a rough texture on them. Then I'd rest a day to let them heal into calices. I'd do that twice a week in a row to toughen them.
As I was doing so, I got to thinking about Jenni's crystal. What was it about? She had told me she got it from her grandfather on his deathbed. She knew it was important for something because the government tried to get a hold of it that same day. Her grandfather gave it to her to hide it, and to cherish. He would travel a lot, never being expected at any time. He was on her father's side of the family, but they couldn't be less alike. She said he was the merriest person on earth. Every visit he made was loved, except maybe by her father, whom somewhat resented his un-seriousness. He had told her that crystal was very important, and she would one day need it, so his dying wish was for her to hold on to it wherever she went.
Before I knew it, my hands were hurting more than my ribs, so I stopped for a break. I moved to a soft patch of grass, and went into a meditative position.
WOOSH! Snap, Snap! A shuriken had landed near me. Before I could think, barely react, I jumped just out of range of the explosion. The shuriken had a tiny bomb on it! Before I knew it, the meadow was ablaze. The dry grass fueled the flames, closer and closer they got. I ran full speed to the opening in the rock face. I jumped through it and turned my body against the side of the wall just as a blast of fire whooshed through the opening.
It was over in a second. I returned to the charred meadow. Ashes everywhere. I was surprised I could move so fast, and in such pain, which was rubbing off as the day went on.
"What the hell happened?!" I remembered where the shuriken came from, and looked into the trees. Nothing was there to meet my gaze.
"Shit. What the hell was that about? What a waste of souls. I hope most of the animals escaped in time, but then again, even most animals didn't know of this place. I came upon it on accident. I was just exploring a few years ago when I tripped on a small hole near the front. I would have totally overlooked it if I hadn't had my face planted in its front door What a day it was so far.