The end of a journey...
The Grand Canyon. I have been here twice before in my travels. This will be the third.
The first time was when I was a youngling, to pay my respects to a member of my clan, an ancestor, who fell in battle here, eons ago. It was during the Before Time, when darkness stretched across the land and every step was peril. This canyon was but a small trench; according to legend, only as a result of the battle did the earth first split asunder here.
The second time was with my wife, several years ago. We'd not been together long. She, too, felt a kinship to this place, though she had no blood ties to speak of. I remember standing with her on the precipice, looking over where the great battle was said to have taken place, looking ever so lovely in the moonlight.
This is the third time. And this time, there is no nostalgia. No kindred spirits have brought me to this place. I have a task to complete. Nothing more.
The girl met me again, this time to deliver the last of the requirements for the spell. As with the last time, her eyes seemed vacant when I spoke to her, as if her mind had been locked away by some other force.
I doubt if she remembered our last encounter. I doubt if she will remember this one, if my presumptions are correct.
Oblivion can be bliss.
One could possibly surmise from these writings that my current task leaves a foul taste in my mouth. While that may be true, I cannot dwell on such matters. The important thing is to complete the task I am honor-bound to complete.
Soon it will be done.
By this time tomorrow, he will walk the earth once more.
The first time was when I was a youngling, to pay my respects to a member of my clan, an ancestor, who fell in battle here, eons ago. It was during the Before Time, when darkness stretched across the land and every step was peril. This canyon was but a small trench; according to legend, only as a result of the battle did the earth first split asunder here.
The second time was with my wife, several years ago. We'd not been together long. She, too, felt a kinship to this place, though she had no blood ties to speak of. I remember standing with her on the precipice, looking over where the great battle was said to have taken place, looking ever so lovely in the moonlight.
This is the third time. And this time, there is no nostalgia. No kindred spirits have brought me to this place. I have a task to complete. Nothing more.
The girl met me again, this time to deliver the last of the requirements for the spell. As with the last time, her eyes seemed vacant when I spoke to her, as if her mind had been locked away by some other force.
I doubt if she remembered our last encounter. I doubt if she will remember this one, if my presumptions are correct.
Oblivion can be bliss.
One could possibly surmise from these writings that my current task leaves a foul taste in my mouth. While that may be true, I cannot dwell on such matters. The important thing is to complete the task I am honor-bound to complete.
Soon it will be done.
By this time tomorrow, he will walk the earth once more.