Title: Creation
Author: alianora
Email: alia@silverspiral.net
Disclaimer: *Checks tag in back of Michael's jeans* M-A-R-I-A. Nope, still not mine
Spoilers: Destiny
Summery: Stupid writing experiment based on the Momogram. And hey, wow! ProMax! Companion to "Destruction." This is what happens when your brain gets one idea and takes off in 2 different directions completely. In other words, Creation is one side of the coin. "Destruction" is the other.
"You are Adam, and you are Eve."
*** You will be the creators, the bringers of hope for our war torn world. Go forth, my child, and start anew.
Discover again who you are and what you believe. Let your memories lead you back to us in time.
Your frail new body carries all of our hopes and dreams for you, and for us. Please do not let us down.
How will you grow, without a mother there to guide you? We send with you a protector, guide, who will show you all that has already been, and all that you can accomplish. Is he strong enough to lead you to your fate? Are you strong enough to accept it?
Will you remember enough of our world to long for us, as we do for you? We will wait, child, for your return, and pray that you do not get turned from us.
Come, rescue us from our captivity, bring your bride, your sister, and your commander with you, and we will celebrate our triumph over death.
We have been left with nothing of you, not even your body to mourn. All we have is one desperate attempt to reclaim our glory days with you on the throne.
Yes, there have been kings before you, and there will be kings to follow, as well. But you, my son, were the most glorious leader.
A pity, the people never loved you as they did your sister, though you gave your life and your leadership for them. They could never see that you always based any decision on what was best for them, not what they wanted.
Perhaps, if you had not spoken with such authority, if you had bowed your head every now and then to the will of the people, then your people would have fought back harder against this false king who killed you.
Instead, you quarreled publicly with your sister. A marriage would have been good for her, yes, but your commander? The people wept against joining our brightest star to a sullen, brilliant soldier. And your sister, she wept too, and now I understand.
Her heart belonged to another, and his to her, and he created a horrible, brilliant plan. Her wedding day became her death day instead, as well as yours and many others of our people. When we fled the city with your body, he was just making his victorious entrance into the palace. It was much too soon for him to have discovered her death, as well as yours and her would be husband.
And your Queen? She took her own life rather than become the second choice queen of a murderer. We only discovered later that she was carrying your heir.
Now, all we can do is wait. Will you return to us as our king, victorious and triumphant? Or will you return changed, a stranger with my son's soul? Will you know me? Will you know our people, their pains, and hopes?
We send with you the only tools we had available to us. A guide, to lead you and protect you; your commander, for your strengths were not on the battlefield; your sister, for cunning and guile will be needed, and you hold none; and your young bride, for your heart, your memories, and for all our hopes of an heir.
These frail tools are all we hold, and we give them to you freely. May you return swiftly, bringing with us our own dreams and hopes. Live, my son. Grow strong with strangers. Know that I love you, and I hold you in my heart for all time.
Bring peace to us at last.
END
Author: alianora
Email: alia@silverspiral.net
Disclaimer: *Checks tag in back of Michael's jeans* M-A-R-I-A. Nope, still not mine
Spoilers: Destiny
Summery: Stupid writing experiment based on the Momogram. And hey, wow! ProMax! Companion to "Destruction." This is what happens when your brain gets one idea and takes off in 2 different directions completely. In other words, Creation is one side of the coin. "Destruction" is the other.
"You are Adam, and you are Eve."
*** You will be the creators, the bringers of hope for our war torn world. Go forth, my child, and start anew.
Discover again who you are and what you believe. Let your memories lead you back to us in time.
Your frail new body carries all of our hopes and dreams for you, and for us. Please do not let us down.
How will you grow, without a mother there to guide you? We send with you a protector, guide, who will show you all that has already been, and all that you can accomplish. Is he strong enough to lead you to your fate? Are you strong enough to accept it?
Will you remember enough of our world to long for us, as we do for you? We will wait, child, for your return, and pray that you do not get turned from us.
Come, rescue us from our captivity, bring your bride, your sister, and your commander with you, and we will celebrate our triumph over death.
We have been left with nothing of you, not even your body to mourn. All we have is one desperate attempt to reclaim our glory days with you on the throne.
Yes, there have been kings before you, and there will be kings to follow, as well. But you, my son, were the most glorious leader.
A pity, the people never loved you as they did your sister, though you gave your life and your leadership for them. They could never see that you always based any decision on what was best for them, not what they wanted.
Perhaps, if you had not spoken with such authority, if you had bowed your head every now and then to the will of the people, then your people would have fought back harder against this false king who killed you.
Instead, you quarreled publicly with your sister. A marriage would have been good for her, yes, but your commander? The people wept against joining our brightest star to a sullen, brilliant soldier. And your sister, she wept too, and now I understand.
Her heart belonged to another, and his to her, and he created a horrible, brilliant plan. Her wedding day became her death day instead, as well as yours and many others of our people. When we fled the city with your body, he was just making his victorious entrance into the palace. It was much too soon for him to have discovered her death, as well as yours and her would be husband.
And your Queen? She took her own life rather than become the second choice queen of a murderer. We only discovered later that she was carrying your heir.
Now, all we can do is wait. Will you return to us as our king, victorious and triumphant? Or will you return changed, a stranger with my son's soul? Will you know me? Will you know our people, their pains, and hopes?
We send with you the only tools we had available to us. A guide, to lead you and protect you; your commander, for your strengths were not on the battlefield; your sister, for cunning and guile will be needed, and you hold none; and your young bride, for your heart, your memories, and for all our hopes of an heir.
These frail tools are all we hold, and we give them to you freely. May you return swiftly, bringing with us our own dreams and hopes. Live, my son. Grow strong with strangers. Know that I love you, and I hold you in my heart for all time.
Bring peace to us at last.
END
