I thought that maybe just getting the burden of exile (unwanted even
though it was self-imposed) off of my mind would be enough. And it did
help; I can relax now and enjoy the miracle I'm living in. But it's not
enough. Putting the fear and the change and the glory into words is
strangely addicting. Or maybe it's the computer itself. Zeus knows
(actually, he doesn't) that I've seen enough humans addicted to the
machine. In any case, I have this need to put this down, not just because I
need reassurance this all really is happening. Much as I hate to admit it,
I'm lonely. I'm not supposed to be feeling this. Loneliness is the curse
and blessing of the gods. I was born to be lonely, and admitting my that
emothin changes me seem slike another problem for my family. Noth that I'm
a problem for them any more. Not that they care. Not that it was my fault
being born with more power than they have. If my parents had just been
rational for once in their lives and not mixed the light and dark blood.
But he did, and I am forbidden to go back to before my birth to prevent it.
I am forbidden to go before my birth at all. Or even to a time in which I
have already changed events.
This time is like another world, and a completely crazy one at that. Nothing is as I know it. It's as if everyone lives by an unspoken, nonsensical code. I've seen other languages, other lands, other people. More than I ever dreamed could have existed. But I've never gone more than two thousand years since my time. I don't really know why I took a jump this far. I guess I just want to get away. It's definitely dangerous though. I don't know how I know it, but something tells me that the farther I go ahead the more I can and probably am disrupting the order of things. The problem is, I have no way to know how far too far is until I pass the boundary and stability crumbles to the ground. It scares me, because I'm playing dice with Nature, and feel like I have to stop and keep going at the same time. I have to keep going because otherwise I'll collapse and start crying and never get up again.
I have to go now. I think I hear the mortals that live in this house coming back. Oh katadikazo. I'm going to lose this whole account forever if I don't save it. But if I do, the mortals will find it on their computer. And when they do, they might just believe it. If they believe it and find me somehow, there will be worse than Hell to pay. Because Hell actually isn't that bad. I've lived in it for decades, and there are some interesting people there. I digress. How. ah. There's a printer. Okay. I just accidentally pressed a button and this whole story came out on paper. Amazing. I can print this again, and continue this account in ink.
Right. That was unpleasant. The mortals apparently heard the printing device (Zeus that thing is loud) and came in and started yelling. My first major slip-up. How wonderful. Anyway, I had to freeze them and run. I feel almost sorry for leaving them wondering why they're angry in an empty room.
But I've gone into a Border place. It is a strange name, but I think it's a temple of some sort. Probably to whatever goddess of wisdom these people have. It's filled with books, and everyone speaks in hushed voices. There are people who I think are priests and priestesses, but they're wearing the strangest ceremonial garb I've ever seen. Still, this is something familiar at least. I grab a random book from the shelves and sit on a step. The book is a history, I think. Something about a war between two opinions in a single country. I don't understand much of it. A lady walks up to me, and asks me to make my purchase or leave. I calmly ask "Cannot all people absorb knowledge in the goddesses sanctuary?" the priestess looks at me as though my mind is addled, and says, "Don't be smart with me young man!" This is getting more confusing by the moment. I ask, "What's wrong with being smart? That's what all these scrolls are here for." I watch as her face changes color. It's very intruiging to see her turn white. now red. now a lovely shade of purple. I wonder if this is some sort of trance. Suddenly and for no apparent reason, the priestess starts yelling at me. In French. "Vous bon pour rien le morceau sans père de merde!" Then she visibly collects herself and says in this icy tone that tellls me I should be scared- even though I have done nothing wrong- "I think you'd better leave. Right now." I think I'd better. She could turn violent. Amazing how such a short person can appear so dangerous.
So I walk out the door- only to find it isn't the same door I walked in. It can't be. I walked in from a gusty autumn day, albeit on a street stranger than any I've seen in a marketplace. Forget the giant painted machines that almost hit me. Four times. Crossing one street. Remarkable how so many humans have survived considering the dangers they don't even spare a second glance. But I digress again. This is not the door I entered. For one thing, it's inside. I think. I can't see the sky, but this is impossibly huge. I thought the Border Temple was a bit large to be built by humans, but that was a temple. It's supposed to be grand. But this. This is beyond huge. It was like a village indoors. only bigger. Woah- I mean, just. woah. Yeah- no! This can't be possible, but it is.
Shining floor stretching off into the distance, glass and light and people. People all around looking in shops, eating, sitting with their bags and talking. And then there's the shops themselves. Glowing, colorful signs bearring the strangest names I've ever heard of. What does Sears mean? And who would name a place Radio Shack? Then the worst part of a very confusing day happens. I hear a voice. A voice out of nowhere. This is paused for and completely disregarded by the rest of the people. I however am having sensory overload and give up and start shouting about how this world is crazy. switch perspective
I don't trust that boy. Probably just a harmless prankster, but there's something about him that tells me he's trouble. So I watch him. He goes out and stares around at the rest of the mall. Stupid kid is probably looking for his next victim. Then an announcement comes on over the intercom. And the kid starts shouting in Greek. My God. He's completely psycho. I reach into my purse, grab my cellphone and dial 9-1-1.
katadikazo- Greek for damn Vous bon pour rien le morceau sans père de merde!- French: You good for nothing fatherless piece of crap!
Sincere apologies for not posting in forever and a day. Thanks to my multitude *coughcough* of reviewers. Love you all. I have read over the other chappies, and swear I'm gonna fix the awful grammar/ spelling.
This time is like another world, and a completely crazy one at that. Nothing is as I know it. It's as if everyone lives by an unspoken, nonsensical code. I've seen other languages, other lands, other people. More than I ever dreamed could have existed. But I've never gone more than two thousand years since my time. I don't really know why I took a jump this far. I guess I just want to get away. It's definitely dangerous though. I don't know how I know it, but something tells me that the farther I go ahead the more I can and probably am disrupting the order of things. The problem is, I have no way to know how far too far is until I pass the boundary and stability crumbles to the ground. It scares me, because I'm playing dice with Nature, and feel like I have to stop and keep going at the same time. I have to keep going because otherwise I'll collapse and start crying and never get up again.
I have to go now. I think I hear the mortals that live in this house coming back. Oh katadikazo. I'm going to lose this whole account forever if I don't save it. But if I do, the mortals will find it on their computer. And when they do, they might just believe it. If they believe it and find me somehow, there will be worse than Hell to pay. Because Hell actually isn't that bad. I've lived in it for decades, and there are some interesting people there. I digress. How. ah. There's a printer. Okay. I just accidentally pressed a button and this whole story came out on paper. Amazing. I can print this again, and continue this account in ink.
Right. That was unpleasant. The mortals apparently heard the printing device (Zeus that thing is loud) and came in and started yelling. My first major slip-up. How wonderful. Anyway, I had to freeze them and run. I feel almost sorry for leaving them wondering why they're angry in an empty room.
But I've gone into a Border place. It is a strange name, but I think it's a temple of some sort. Probably to whatever goddess of wisdom these people have. It's filled with books, and everyone speaks in hushed voices. There are people who I think are priests and priestesses, but they're wearing the strangest ceremonial garb I've ever seen. Still, this is something familiar at least. I grab a random book from the shelves and sit on a step. The book is a history, I think. Something about a war between two opinions in a single country. I don't understand much of it. A lady walks up to me, and asks me to make my purchase or leave. I calmly ask "Cannot all people absorb knowledge in the goddesses sanctuary?" the priestess looks at me as though my mind is addled, and says, "Don't be smart with me young man!" This is getting more confusing by the moment. I ask, "What's wrong with being smart? That's what all these scrolls are here for." I watch as her face changes color. It's very intruiging to see her turn white. now red. now a lovely shade of purple. I wonder if this is some sort of trance. Suddenly and for no apparent reason, the priestess starts yelling at me. In French. "Vous bon pour rien le morceau sans père de merde!" Then she visibly collects herself and says in this icy tone that tellls me I should be scared- even though I have done nothing wrong- "I think you'd better leave. Right now." I think I'd better. She could turn violent. Amazing how such a short person can appear so dangerous.
So I walk out the door- only to find it isn't the same door I walked in. It can't be. I walked in from a gusty autumn day, albeit on a street stranger than any I've seen in a marketplace. Forget the giant painted machines that almost hit me. Four times. Crossing one street. Remarkable how so many humans have survived considering the dangers they don't even spare a second glance. But I digress again. This is not the door I entered. For one thing, it's inside. I think. I can't see the sky, but this is impossibly huge. I thought the Border Temple was a bit large to be built by humans, but that was a temple. It's supposed to be grand. But this. This is beyond huge. It was like a village indoors. only bigger. Woah- I mean, just. woah. Yeah- no! This can't be possible, but it is.
Shining floor stretching off into the distance, glass and light and people. People all around looking in shops, eating, sitting with their bags and talking. And then there's the shops themselves. Glowing, colorful signs bearring the strangest names I've ever heard of. What does Sears mean? And who would name a place Radio Shack? Then the worst part of a very confusing day happens. I hear a voice. A voice out of nowhere. This is paused for and completely disregarded by the rest of the people. I however am having sensory overload and give up and start shouting about how this world is crazy. switch perspective
I don't trust that boy. Probably just a harmless prankster, but there's something about him that tells me he's trouble. So I watch him. He goes out and stares around at the rest of the mall. Stupid kid is probably looking for his next victim. Then an announcement comes on over the intercom. And the kid starts shouting in Greek. My God. He's completely psycho. I reach into my purse, grab my cellphone and dial 9-1-1.
katadikazo- Greek for damn Vous bon pour rien le morceau sans père de merde!- French: You good for nothing fatherless piece of crap!
Sincere apologies for not posting in forever and a day. Thanks to my multitude *coughcough* of reviewers. Love you all. I have read over the other chappies, and swear I'm gonna fix the awful grammar/ spelling.