are the dead really silent?I watch as members of the world start to gather around me in the realm I have come to call home. Many of the young and the innocent sink instantly into the comfort and security they seem to know is owed to them, whether their parents are nearby or not. As each of the caretakers of the young approach I bow my head to them all in turn. They are just as welcome and just as great as the children they bring into life. They gather around shift of the world is great. I watch as the pups greet and play. I feel a smile tug at my lips, though flicker slightly at the poise of Thoth. He sits next to me and I watch him closely. His is a shift that required a counter.
Knowing I was not the only one watching, I smiled at the youth who came up me, admiring their daring at approaching one so strange.
Indeed, I do. My voice speaks to them. Never had I been hailed as a storyteller, but today I had one to tell:
Before the world we now know existed, before even instinct had a chance to take hold there were creatures on this land. Spirits that were boundless and souls that roamed and roved without feeling, or with too much. The land was lawless. Pain and lust ruled hand and hand with hunger. Life and death seemed out of balance. The sun and moons, the gods themselves cried at the chaos that had overtaken a world they had dreamed to be beautiful.
In one soul, love rang true and fueled the life of a female. She had laid eyes on a man whose being was made of something entirely different. Battle raged in his heart to where madness overtook it. Day by he fell further into madness. The drive to kill was more than that even to eat. She yearned to love him, to care for him, even after he died. Her’s was so strong she stepped through the veil between living and dead and searched for the lost spirit.
She found his soul, crumbled and broken within the depths of the spirit world. She turned to see Fate and Life lingering by her side while Battle continued to plague the beast it had dragged to death.
“Release him to me.” The lady from the world begged.
Fate and Life looked at her. “He was driven to madness, but he made his choice. When he found you he could have changed.” Life told her.
“Give him another chance.”
Now Fate looked at the woman of love. We all know Fate to have a sense of humor. “Another chance, but not another choice. He passed up his first life, his second it bound to you and you to it.”
Together Life and Fate sent the pair back into the world of the living.
Now when she looked to him they both saw something different, The world had changed. They had something to stand on, something to fight for, something to live for. Unwilling, they had something real to die for.
“Not bound by blood, but by life and fate. I am your love and I am your law. On me and by me all thing will be made. Your rock, your world. When you find me again your very soul will ring true. Deny me, or I you, Fate and Life will still reign.”
lord; 5 falls; 41in/190lbs; Psyche’s fateXheartless; Asteraia |