Note: Hello everyone! Um, this is actually not Lady Thompson. Isn't that
disappointing? No, she is still away at Navy boot camp and I am just a
lowly friend who no one cares about. Sorry guys. Anyway, she sent this
story to me in the mail and asked me to post it. It's really great. Ok, so
it has nothing to do with Escaflowne, but you can pretend it does if you'd
like. We don't mind. (n_n I didn't know where to put it so I decided to put
it here. It's just a break in the story. Hope you like it! And I'm sure
Lady Thompson would appreciate it if you reviewed.. ::hint hint:: Enjoy!
The Lone Traveler
By Lady Thompson
And the group started, all of one. They walked the path at different paces. All of determination, and knowing to where they were departed, knowing the
way.
One sped ahead.
Another laughed and followed. Still others followed, too slow to keep up, but trying just the same. They wished no solace, but acceptance. They would
not be left behind.
All in front turned, looking to see who was retarded in their cycles, whose bodies were not vessels of swift passage. They saw that all were together,
save one lone traveler.
He was walking slowly, maybe a mile behind. Walking at his own pace.
They looked at him strangely, for he was unhurried, unworried about the
race.
The first began to laugh.
"Look at this fool!" he cried. "He knows he cannot run with us, that he
cannot win. He doesn't even try to keep up. We should wait at the
destination, so that we may 'welcome' him when he comes."
The others commenced to join him, their own slowness pushes aside in the
face of this ridicule.
The lone traveler simply smiled and walked on, not bothering to try and
defend himself to them.
The others, still much intrigued called to the lone traveler.
"You! Why do you not walk with us?"
They snickered and laughed. They were kings of the world, and had the right
to make sport of this lowly way-walker.
The lone traveler simply walked along the way.
The others were miffed by this traveler's aloofness. How dare he have the
audacity to not be insulted!?
In anger, the leader of the others began screaming insults at the traveler.
The traveler, still smiling and walking calmly began thus:
"You, who would call me fool, you, who think you are so great, you may
continue on your way, racing and laughing and such.
I will not heed you."
The traveler then turned to the left, and walked away. The others continued on in their race, puzzling about the traveler, and trying desperately to
keep up.
The Lone traveler walked to a spot, all awash with a golden light, broken
here and there with the shadows of the leaves. He stood there for an
indeterminable amount of time, staring at the sky, soaking in that warm
light.
Peace, peace, glorious peace.
Some may seem slow, jacked-up, wrong.
Some may seem to take too long.
But it doesn't matter, how we go on,
as long as we reach our own destination.
Note: See!??? Told you it was great! Now all you get to reviewing and telling my dear friend how wonderful it is for yourself! Go on now! Press the button! I'm waaaaaaiting!!!
The Lone Traveler
By Lady Thompson
And the group started, all of one. They walked the path at different paces. All of determination, and knowing to where they were departed, knowing the
way.
One sped ahead.
Another laughed and followed. Still others followed, too slow to keep up, but trying just the same. They wished no solace, but acceptance. They would
not be left behind.
All in front turned, looking to see who was retarded in their cycles, whose bodies were not vessels of swift passage. They saw that all were together,
save one lone traveler.
He was walking slowly, maybe a mile behind. Walking at his own pace.
They looked at him strangely, for he was unhurried, unworried about the
race.
The first began to laugh.
"Look at this fool!" he cried. "He knows he cannot run with us, that he
cannot win. He doesn't even try to keep up. We should wait at the
destination, so that we may 'welcome' him when he comes."
The others commenced to join him, their own slowness pushes aside in the
face of this ridicule.
The lone traveler simply smiled and walked on, not bothering to try and
defend himself to them.
The others, still much intrigued called to the lone traveler.
"You! Why do you not walk with us?"
They snickered and laughed. They were kings of the world, and had the right
to make sport of this lowly way-walker.
The lone traveler simply walked along the way.
The others were miffed by this traveler's aloofness. How dare he have the
audacity to not be insulted!?
In anger, the leader of the others began screaming insults at the traveler.
The traveler, still smiling and walking calmly began thus:
"You, who would call me fool, you, who think you are so great, you may
continue on your way, racing and laughing and such.
I will not heed you."
The traveler then turned to the left, and walked away. The others continued on in their race, puzzling about the traveler, and trying desperately to
keep up.
The Lone traveler walked to a spot, all awash with a golden light, broken
here and there with the shadows of the leaves. He stood there for an
indeterminable amount of time, staring at the sky, soaking in that warm
light.
Peace, peace, glorious peace.
Some may seem slow, jacked-up, wrong.
Some may seem to take too long.
But it doesn't matter, how we go on,
as long as we reach our own destination.
Note: See!??? Told you it was great! Now all you get to reviewing and telling my dear friend how wonderful it is for yourself! Go on now! Press the button! I'm waaaaaaiting!!!