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Just a little story I found on my computer. I thought it was cute, and since I had apparently written a second chapter, I though, why not post it? Tell me what you think and enjoy!
Crystal Enlightenment
January 15th, 1214
It seems there can only be so much- so much that a human can take that is, before they either collapse form exhaustion or simply die out. Fortunately, I have not yet found this breaking point. As such, I will continue in all of my "dangerous" activities (or so you say).
Honestly, I see no danger in playing with death; nay; it's more a game of life. Spinning the wheel to see how far you can truly go, how far until your lungs burn, your brain rots, your heart freezes and you cease to be?
We all know death is inevitable. I see no reason to dodge this fate. Instead, I embrace it. By doing so, I turn this weakness into a strength and this fear to a friend.
I have found the power of the future. I have discovered what it is that Nostradmous himself could not. I know the truth of all humanity; what it is that makes us do what we do, feel like we feel and act as we perform.
Fear.
I no longer have fear. I have lost what it is that saves humanity. Yet, I have also gained so much...immortality almost. Indescribable freedom from the everyday world of conformity and greed and hunger: I am a lonesome wolf, one who feels neither weariness nor depression.
I am a powerful hunter on the verge of his kill.
I am lord on the day of creation and annihilation.
I am all that I can be and all that there is to be.
I am myself.
I am I.
I look back on these words, so bravely put, so wild and naïve. If there was a way; oh lord, just one way that I could find release.
One word, just one goddamn word to release me from this prison of pretentiousness...how happy, and yet, how sad.
That which hath express my youthful impudence now leads to my downfall. Slowly, I have fallen to man's other fate; Love.
Nay, this was done neither willingly nor with conscious thought. This was an act of betrayal, my heart bounding leaps before I caught on. Now where is it that I find myself? Why, in a predicament of the most unfavourable kind.
Within my palms I hold such power- that is her life. I know where I to demand it, she would take her life. So much I could do with this new gift and yet...I find I cannot.
Aie, tis true. The man born from anger and hate; the man spurned by nature and hell; the man booted from heaven itself finds himself here of all places.
What exactly is this place, ye must wonder? Tis neither a glamorous palace, a magnificent moat, nay, not even a toppling tower. Instead, before me doth lie a meadow; Vast, empty, murky, it resembles a bog land more than a farmland for which it is used.
It is here the witch resides. Oh, be her witch, I demand my soul cursed for all of eternity. If she is the spawn of Satan, the Lord (dismiss my slandering) knows not the true nature of creation. There she stands off in the distance, her hair billowing wistfully in the wind, her arms swing gracefully side to side and she cocks her head for a silvery laugh.
This young milk maiden who hath robbed me of all senses stands with such serenity. Her innocence is indescribable to any soul. To truly see her, one must know her completely and fully. After, it is impossible to resist- water dangling endlessly at a distance as heat bombards my tortured soul from all directions.
She is all I have fought against. The same heel to which Achilles fell victim, the horse by which the Trojans fell, the poisoned apple claiming the soul of her victim. For me she has come.
As if by magic, she spins, her eyes catching my own, shimmering brilliantly in the soft summer air. Her grin grows and she leaps off towards me. She hits me with the force of a ten-man barrage, and we tumble jovially down the muddy slide. Oh, if my enemies could see me now.
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"Endymion," The handsome male gave a silent start, his golden reverie broken by a hoarse voice. The messenger continued no further.
"Uncle calls?" hunched and nervous, the slave nodded. Pulling the thick, dark coronation robe about his wide shoulders, he adjusted the straps so that it hung in perfect symmetry.
"I-it is a m-most joyous occasion, Prince." He could only nod.
"Yes," his voice served only as a verification of the truth. "Yes. Today I am king." His eyes stared back, hauntingly almost. A small grin caressed his lips. Soon, he thought. Soon, I will make it possible for us, Serenity.
Just a little story I found on my computer. I thought it was cute, and since I had apparently written a second chapter, I though, why not post it? Tell me what you think and enjoy!
Crystal Enlightenment
January 15th, 1214
It seems there can only be so much- so much that a human can take that is, before they either collapse form exhaustion or simply die out. Fortunately, I have not yet found this breaking point. As such, I will continue in all of my "dangerous" activities (or so you say).
Honestly, I see no danger in playing with death; nay; it's more a game of life. Spinning the wheel to see how far you can truly go, how far until your lungs burn, your brain rots, your heart freezes and you cease to be?
We all know death is inevitable. I see no reason to dodge this fate. Instead, I embrace it. By doing so, I turn this weakness into a strength and this fear to a friend.
I have found the power of the future. I have discovered what it is that Nostradmous himself could not. I know the truth of all humanity; what it is that makes us do what we do, feel like we feel and act as we perform.
Fear.
I no longer have fear. I have lost what it is that saves humanity. Yet, I have also gained so much...immortality almost. Indescribable freedom from the everyday world of conformity and greed and hunger: I am a lonesome wolf, one who feels neither weariness nor depression.
I am a powerful hunter on the verge of his kill.
I am lord on the day of creation and annihilation.
I am all that I can be and all that there is to be.
I am myself.
I am I.
I look back on these words, so bravely put, so wild and naïve. If there was a way; oh lord, just one way that I could find release.
One word, just one goddamn word to release me from this prison of pretentiousness...how happy, and yet, how sad.
That which hath express my youthful impudence now leads to my downfall. Slowly, I have fallen to man's other fate; Love.
Nay, this was done neither willingly nor with conscious thought. This was an act of betrayal, my heart bounding leaps before I caught on. Now where is it that I find myself? Why, in a predicament of the most unfavourable kind.
Within my palms I hold such power- that is her life. I know where I to demand it, she would take her life. So much I could do with this new gift and yet...I find I cannot.
Aie, tis true. The man born from anger and hate; the man spurned by nature and hell; the man booted from heaven itself finds himself here of all places.
What exactly is this place, ye must wonder? Tis neither a glamorous palace, a magnificent moat, nay, not even a toppling tower. Instead, before me doth lie a meadow; Vast, empty, murky, it resembles a bog land more than a farmland for which it is used.
It is here the witch resides. Oh, be her witch, I demand my soul cursed for all of eternity. If she is the spawn of Satan, the Lord (dismiss my slandering) knows not the true nature of creation. There she stands off in the distance, her hair billowing wistfully in the wind, her arms swing gracefully side to side and she cocks her head for a silvery laugh.
This young milk maiden who hath robbed me of all senses stands with such serenity. Her innocence is indescribable to any soul. To truly see her, one must know her completely and fully. After, it is impossible to resist- water dangling endlessly at a distance as heat bombards my tortured soul from all directions.
She is all I have fought against. The same heel to which Achilles fell victim, the horse by which the Trojans fell, the poisoned apple claiming the soul of her victim. For me she has come.
As if by magic, she spins, her eyes catching my own, shimmering brilliantly in the soft summer air. Her grin grows and she leaps off towards me. She hits me with the force of a ten-man barrage, and we tumble jovially down the muddy slide. Oh, if my enemies could see me now.
____________________________________________________________________________ ____
"Endymion," The handsome male gave a silent start, his golden reverie broken by a hoarse voice. The messenger continued no further.
"Uncle calls?" hunched and nervous, the slave nodded. Pulling the thick, dark coronation robe about his wide shoulders, he adjusted the straps so that it hung in perfect symmetry.
"I-it is a m-most joyous occasion, Prince." He could only nod.
"Yes," his voice served only as a verification of the truth. "Yes. Today I am king." His eyes stared back, hauntingly almost. A small grin caressed his lips. Soon, he thought. Soon, I will make it possible for us, Serenity.