Post by Nailo on Jan 26, 2004 0:05:11 GMT -5
Alright, now I need your random thoughts on a small thing..........
So I am working on astory, possibly a novel if I ever get on with it...... Anyways, If Post part of it will you read it?.......... You should........ Anyways, here's a part......
Read it!! Please? Please? Please? Please?
ok good, here ya goo!!!!!
Kinda long, sorry bout that..........
They were screaming again. Jason watched his 10 year old self watching the burning house, orange flames licking the night sky, silhouetted the small figure. It was a strange feeling, watching yourself, and being completely separate from the body yet feeling every pebble under foot, the heat of flames on tender flesh, every tear rolling off the cheek. It was always the same, he didn't scream any more though, even as he listened to their scream, echoing and resounding off of the nothingness that seemed to surround his childhood home. The young figure of Jason collapsed to his knees, screaming along with his parents, who were still trapped inside. Out of the surrounding nothingness, an identical figure appeared, Ian, his twin brother, stood behind him, looking down on the screaming child. "What's wrong Jason,” he asked, "Where's Naïlo? Where are Mom and Dad?"
Little Jason looked up at his brother, tear caused streaks ran down identical soot covered faces, "I don't know, I don't know," Jason answered his brother, not sure where the rest of their family was, but sure that they were inside, burning. Ian glared at his brother, his weak pathetic twin, who couldn't even muster the courage to tell him that he had left their sister and parents to die. Jason felt the shame again under the glare of his 10 year old twin, he felt the hatred that had run through his eyes that night, and which surely hung on his soul even on this night. He watched his younger twin run into the house, cloak hiding him, and protecting him from the kiss of the flames. As he had for the past fifteen years, Jason wished that he would, just once see himself rise and run after his brother, do anything than sit there and cry. The 10 year old boy didn't get up, didn't move, didn't even bother crying anymore, just sat listening to the screams that could have woke the Lady of the lake.
He had never known how long he had waited for Ian to return, it could have been seconds or hours, he wasn't sure, but the screaming never once stopped. Finally after what seemed an eternity, Jason saw Ian running out of the house a small bundle in his arms, finally Jason saw himself move, he stood as his brother reached him. Naïlo lay on the ground behind Ian, who seemed to be protecting the girl. Ian spoke, but Jason never paid attention, he had watched their sister, waiting to see her small chest raise and lower with the breath of life, but she always lay unmoving, unreal, her small towheaded head turned away from the arguing,. It made it seem as if, even in death she refused to see anything negative, as she had done all of her short life.
This night though, Jason heard the accusing words of his twin, words he had always refused to hear before, and could never understand, while he watched their sister. "You've killed them Jason. Mom and Dad, they are gone. Right now you hear their souls screaming as the Creator is telling them how it was you that killed them, how you hated them, how you nearly killed me, and how you killed Naïlo. You hear their souls screaming, they are no longer in this world, but their screams come through the gateways to reach only your ears, the ears of the guilty. You will hear those screams forever, only you, because you killed them. Why Jace? Why?"
Jason's head popped up, meeting the accusing eyes, "It was an accident, I swear, I loved them, more than my own life, I loved them,” he offered in a whispered plea. Ian glared at him as he spat out the words, "You disgust me, I have no brother. If Naïlo had lived long enough to know it, she has no brother but me. Don't follow us; it wouldn't do for me to have to stop on our journey to tell the soldiers that my kin slaying brother is after us too. Go and kill yourself before the Lady, maybe she will take pity on you, and let you be her fish." Ian turned and lifted his sister, and walked in the direction of the nearest town, probably to find the soldiers and tell them anyway.
Jason turned in the opposite direction, towards the lake, outside of Talu, where he thought he would probably ask the Lady's forgiveness as he drowned...
Jason woke with a start; he lay in his bed in the Temple, no longer a 10 year old boy grief ridden with thoughts of suicide. He had indeed walked to the lake, but had been unable to carry through with it. He had instead continued to walk to Talu with the intention of turning himself in for a kin slayer, and let himself be stoned to death in a public square, as he deserved, he hadn't deserved the kindness of the Lady. He had never made it there, he had collapsed after a week, no food and no water had taken its toll on the ten year old body. He lay under a tree near the road, where others passed him leaving him for dead, whispers of it being a shame that such a young life was wasted, someone should tell the Brothers, maybe they would tend to the body, it would come to stink with summer heat. Two days later, a man stopped and picked up the near dead boy and had taken him to the temple of Talu, where the man had personally cared for him. The man was the leader of the Brothers of the Elemental. Jason had been raised there, with thousands of other orphans.
Unlike those children, they still thought that their parents would come for them, or some other family member, Jason knew the truth of the death of his parents. He had confessed to the man who had saved him, expecting to be sent to the square, but instead the man had taken him, and asked if he thought that Jason was still capable of doing good. Jason had thought long and hard about it and had decided that despite his shortcomings and obvious hateful nature, he could spend the rest of his life doing good in order to start to make it up to his parents, the Creator, and the Lady.
There after Jason had been a Brother, working for the good of mankind, now, fifteen years later, Jason was the leader of the Brothers, meaning little to him, but much to those who saw it as a post of power. They couldn't see it for the truth. A position for a slave, with chains of guilt, instead of metal, but were more permanent and much stronger than any physical chain that could have held him. He served without thought, but now he remembered something that he had to live for, Naïlo. He knew now that he had seen her, she had opened her eyes that night, on the verge of tears, reaching to him, whispering his name, whispering that she wanted him there too, as she had been carried away by Ian. Jason flipped off the covers, pulling on his pants, he ran to the window, letting his gift wander, he sensed that Naïlo was not in this world, she must be in the World of Life, there she would be easy enough to find, since hardly any with magic lived there. He smiled as his plan developed, and he slipped away into the night, gone with the early morning light.
So I am working on astory, possibly a novel if I ever get on with it...... Anyways, If Post part of it will you read it?.......... You should........ Anyways, here's a part......
Read it!! Please? Please? Please? Please?
ok good, here ya goo!!!!!
Kinda long, sorry bout that..........
They were screaming again. Jason watched his 10 year old self watching the burning house, orange flames licking the night sky, silhouetted the small figure. It was a strange feeling, watching yourself, and being completely separate from the body yet feeling every pebble under foot, the heat of flames on tender flesh, every tear rolling off the cheek. It was always the same, he didn't scream any more though, even as he listened to their scream, echoing and resounding off of the nothingness that seemed to surround his childhood home. The young figure of Jason collapsed to his knees, screaming along with his parents, who were still trapped inside. Out of the surrounding nothingness, an identical figure appeared, Ian, his twin brother, stood behind him, looking down on the screaming child. "What's wrong Jason,” he asked, "Where's Naïlo? Where are Mom and Dad?"
Little Jason looked up at his brother, tear caused streaks ran down identical soot covered faces, "I don't know, I don't know," Jason answered his brother, not sure where the rest of their family was, but sure that they were inside, burning. Ian glared at his brother, his weak pathetic twin, who couldn't even muster the courage to tell him that he had left their sister and parents to die. Jason felt the shame again under the glare of his 10 year old twin, he felt the hatred that had run through his eyes that night, and which surely hung on his soul even on this night. He watched his younger twin run into the house, cloak hiding him, and protecting him from the kiss of the flames. As he had for the past fifteen years, Jason wished that he would, just once see himself rise and run after his brother, do anything than sit there and cry. The 10 year old boy didn't get up, didn't move, didn't even bother crying anymore, just sat listening to the screams that could have woke the Lady of the lake.
He had never known how long he had waited for Ian to return, it could have been seconds or hours, he wasn't sure, but the screaming never once stopped. Finally after what seemed an eternity, Jason saw Ian running out of the house a small bundle in his arms, finally Jason saw himself move, he stood as his brother reached him. Naïlo lay on the ground behind Ian, who seemed to be protecting the girl. Ian spoke, but Jason never paid attention, he had watched their sister, waiting to see her small chest raise and lower with the breath of life, but she always lay unmoving, unreal, her small towheaded head turned away from the arguing,. It made it seem as if, even in death she refused to see anything negative, as she had done all of her short life.
This night though, Jason heard the accusing words of his twin, words he had always refused to hear before, and could never understand, while he watched their sister. "You've killed them Jason. Mom and Dad, they are gone. Right now you hear their souls screaming as the Creator is telling them how it was you that killed them, how you hated them, how you nearly killed me, and how you killed Naïlo. You hear their souls screaming, they are no longer in this world, but their screams come through the gateways to reach only your ears, the ears of the guilty. You will hear those screams forever, only you, because you killed them. Why Jace? Why?"
Jason's head popped up, meeting the accusing eyes, "It was an accident, I swear, I loved them, more than my own life, I loved them,” he offered in a whispered plea. Ian glared at him as he spat out the words, "You disgust me, I have no brother. If Naïlo had lived long enough to know it, she has no brother but me. Don't follow us; it wouldn't do for me to have to stop on our journey to tell the soldiers that my kin slaying brother is after us too. Go and kill yourself before the Lady, maybe she will take pity on you, and let you be her fish." Ian turned and lifted his sister, and walked in the direction of the nearest town, probably to find the soldiers and tell them anyway.
Jason turned in the opposite direction, towards the lake, outside of Talu, where he thought he would probably ask the Lady's forgiveness as he drowned...
Jason woke with a start; he lay in his bed in the Temple, no longer a 10 year old boy grief ridden with thoughts of suicide. He had indeed walked to the lake, but had been unable to carry through with it. He had instead continued to walk to Talu with the intention of turning himself in for a kin slayer, and let himself be stoned to death in a public square, as he deserved, he hadn't deserved the kindness of the Lady. He had never made it there, he had collapsed after a week, no food and no water had taken its toll on the ten year old body. He lay under a tree near the road, where others passed him leaving him for dead, whispers of it being a shame that such a young life was wasted, someone should tell the Brothers, maybe they would tend to the body, it would come to stink with summer heat. Two days later, a man stopped and picked up the near dead boy and had taken him to the temple of Talu, where the man had personally cared for him. The man was the leader of the Brothers of the Elemental. Jason had been raised there, with thousands of other orphans.
Unlike those children, they still thought that their parents would come for them, or some other family member, Jason knew the truth of the death of his parents. He had confessed to the man who had saved him, expecting to be sent to the square, but instead the man had taken him, and asked if he thought that Jason was still capable of doing good. Jason had thought long and hard about it and had decided that despite his shortcomings and obvious hateful nature, he could spend the rest of his life doing good in order to start to make it up to his parents, the Creator, and the Lady.
There after Jason had been a Brother, working for the good of mankind, now, fifteen years later, Jason was the leader of the Brothers, meaning little to him, but much to those who saw it as a post of power. They couldn't see it for the truth. A position for a slave, with chains of guilt, instead of metal, but were more permanent and much stronger than any physical chain that could have held him. He served without thought, but now he remembered something that he had to live for, Naïlo. He knew now that he had seen her, she had opened her eyes that night, on the verge of tears, reaching to him, whispering his name, whispering that she wanted him there too, as she had been carried away by Ian. Jason flipped off the covers, pulling on his pants, he ran to the window, letting his gift wander, he sensed that Naïlo was not in this world, she must be in the World of Life, there she would be easy enough to find, since hardly any with magic lived there. He smiled as his plan developed, and he slipped away into the night, gone with the early morning light.
lol, sorry that was uber long, but that happens...............
that's the beauty of copy and paste!!!
