All.My.Leaves.Have.Fallen
By: Rita Barakat
Jeran's Journal,
September 3rd, 305 B.N
I waited...but our time hadn't come.I prayed,and prayed with all my hope...but our time had not come.My wish had not,and will not,could not come true.But what am I,more then a simple knight,feeling as low as a peasant,with the Gods at hand.It is a time of war,and here I sit,reading over my past journal entries...lazily,admiring the soft falling rain,that swooshed over Meridell.It was prone to this type of weather,but I recall a place...far off from here...that was never known to anyone I hold dear to at this very moment.I am 24...and strong.I am knight of the realm,and at service and wealth to the King of Meridell,the Kingdome I am proud to call my home.The Kingdome I am proud to be protecting at this moment of hardships and starvation that has spread across the land.Kass,the vile warlord,his forces are gaining.I don't know what to do,I am scared...for the first time in a long run of life.I read over my life...as it was written with my own paw,as if I am not the person I'm reading about.As if this is a book,and I am enjoying it.I was presented this journal on my first birthday,and was promised and told that when I learned to write...I would use it...and I would record all my life.Here I am...recording my life wishes,hoping somone...anyone...will hear me...see me...miss me when I'm gone.I know it's a long run,but I don't think I can do it...I have lost hope...and for that...I am sorry...I am very sorry...Lisha...I love you.
Goodbye.
Your dearest brother,Jeran.
All.My.Leaves.Have.Fallen...
He never did get to see his sister after that.The thoughts he wrote on that paper were his only expressions of love and guilt of leaving the world he held dear too for so long.Life seemed so short,and such a pain.He was hoping,praying,wishing,for more faith,more time to get his act together...well...it's times like this we ask 'why do the good die young?'.You catch my drift.He left the face of the earth in one painful minute...of freefalling from 10,000 feet.Yes it was incredibly,endearing painful...but it was what the strong knight had been waiting for for a long time.He wanted to go...wanted to go like he had.He chose the life of a knight,he chose the death of a knight.Died for his kingdome.For his sister,for his love,Kasha Moonfang,for the Red,Gold,and Blue.And was it all worth it?Well...you'll see...you'll see...
Jeran's Journal,
February 16, 305 B.N
Here am I.Yet another goodbye.She says,adios says,Adio-o-os.And do you know why?She was aiming too high.He says,adios says,adio-o-os,goodbye...
That's how I felt...for so many long minutes.As long as life pleased me,I was down with it.Now...now I am able to feel the keaness of the wind in so many different variables.I am able to smell it,feel it,breath it clearer then I ever have before...but I cannot see it...I cannot see...anything...
I am blind and oblivious to the other-earthly beigns of life.I am...blind.
Blind of love.Numb of pain.Stroked by air.Pained by day.Weakened by night.Haunted by dreams.Riddled with betrayl,and unseemingly...falling.Falling was a biggie.A biggie,I could not,would no,ignore.I am certianly not oblivious to that.That feeling of the the wind seeming as if carressing your tufts of hair,and then dropping you full fold down,down,until you finally reached the bottom.I felt as if I was dying...again...completely going under...under the clouds,and what seemed like burrying myself in the dirt.Waking myself.Saving myself.Not tormented daily,defeated by the struggles of life...and just when I'd...thought I'd reached...the bottom.
I finally died...again...for the first time...in what seemed like my incredibly short life...
So here am I...yet another goodbye...he says...adios says,adio-o-os,goodbye.
-Jeran Borodere,of the Sun.