OK, quick note. This story is going to be divided into three main parts. "The Beginning", "The Middle" and "The End". Each of which is is divided into smaller parts for whatever reason. I still have no title for it, hopefully I'll think of one fairly soon. Enjoy!
The Beginning
In which we meet the characters and get the ball rolling.
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Beauty was everywhere when the man first awoke. A gurgling river meandered through the aroma of bright flowers and tall grasses, and under the shade of pleasant trees whose leaves danced before the breeze. Birds were perching in the trees’ branches, swimming on the water, and flying through the air, crying out glorious songs. Animals danced all around, purring, bleating, neighing, barking, calling, roaring with delight. That is what the man beheld, the moment when he heard Áronyeh speak to him and he opened his eyes.
“Rayôn.”
Chapter the Thirtieth
I was sitting on a bench, and I saw a moth next to me. That inspired this poem...
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1.
Once
One night
With nothing to do
And nowhere I really needed to go
I went down and sat
On a bench
In the subway station
At night
And a greasy gray florescent bulb
Was the only light.
2.
I sat on a bench
And on the wall
Above my head
Graffiti, in weary letters, proclaimed
Various half imagined truths
And called each other names.
I read too much Emily Dickenson, so I had to write something in her style. :)
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I danced - ‘twas but a little dance
And very poor besides -
I simply felt I would not know
If I had never tried.
I spun around - I laughed and spun,
A minute - maybe three -
Surely that was not cause enough
For the world to turn on me! -
But as soon as I had stopped,
The room tipped up on end.
I fell, but then it started up,
And twirled me ‘round again.
The sun flashed
Off the blade
Of the sword
In crimson fire
Like foretold blood
The moon glinted
Off the blade
Of the sword
In crystal stars
Like healing rain
The wind whispered
Past the blade
Of the sword
Sighing the tales
Of ancient tears
The main's hands gripped
The strong hilt
Of the sword
Part of the tales
He went to fight
Chapter Fifteen: Pain and Death
Mikhil stopped running when he was out of earshot of Fagan and his fellow soldier.
Chapter 16
Looking at the outside of the house, it just looks like another commonplace abode. But, after stepping inside the door and into the living room, a treasure is found. The first thing noticed is the rustic brick fireplace directly across the room from the door. A pile of black ashes is piled up inside the bronze grates from burnt newspapers and old magazines from when roasting marshmallows on special occasions. Above the fireplace is a wooden mantle.