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The Nature of Eric Faire
“Thirty-seven,” Eric announces to his father, “Thirty-seven stars out tonight.” He wanders around the yard speculating if they are the same from the night before. They are like holes punched out of a black carbon copy. There is a street light dimly flickering a few feet from his backyard, just short of going out completely.
His father is hunched over a typewriter, with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, the glow like a small sun, shining on an undiscovered, yet very tangible world. His ashtray overfilling and the pile of ash on the ground remind Eric of a landfill he had visited years before on a school field trip. He didn’t know yet, or at least hadn’t realized the seam between nature and himself had been sewn.
The chimes hanging from the patio ceiling chimed with a light poignancy, revealing details of a far off sound. The tree in the neighbor’s backyard is faintly singing his favourite tune and each single blade of grass is charismatically dancing to each but a different song. The way the moon shines down almost seems as if it is a spotlight on some forbidden stage, and Eric, browsing throughout the yard, is the main actor, singing songs of dismay accompanied by the dance of the grass.
At this present time, Eric is au courant of what he has, being at the age of 13, yet is not fully aware of the capabilities which bestow him. The life of a Peaxe is not an easy one, battling the insanity of the subject. A life of humans can be stressful enough; a life of humans and nature is sheer madness. Although he doesn’t know it, Eric Faire is all but alone in his fascinating aptitude. The connection with nature is inseminated at birth into every fetus, including the all but deserving human kind; the fact of the matter is, without doubt, that human kind demolishes Peaxe before it can vegetate like a seed in the ground, thus leaving only the folks chosen by nature itself to be their leaders of humans.
“Eric. Eric, where are you?” cries a voice from afar. Sitting on a rock discussing a plan of action to voice the protest of nature to the human kind, Eric ignores the countess.
“If we leave it up to them to find out for themselves, nature is doomed!” exclaims Eric to Asp, the leader of the very forest in which he sits. “Human kind will destroy all that is good if the Peaxe does not stop it.”
“I am aware of the situation, Eric,” Asp replies “and we are doing all we can. Things will be done when the time comes.”
“The time is now Asp, you and I both know. The time is now.” Eric says as he rises to leave.
“The time is now.” Echoes Asp.
Seven years have passed without any communication with Asp, and Eric now takes the protest of the human race against nature into his own hands. Without help from other peaxe, Eric seeks guidance from Asp. When Asp is relocated, Eric asks him with a tone of finality in his voice.
“Asp, this is it.”
Asp turns to him with a smirk, “I knew you would be the one. The time has come for you to do what must be done. Go, seek forth the Peaxe, and don’t come back until you have made your mark.”
Eric thus goes forward to the deepest reaches of the planet to find all Peaxe willing to assist him in his battle royal against the race in which will destroy this planet. Without the Peaxe, nature will be demolished within the next ten years, thus ending all Peaxe-kind. So it goes.
There is more to life than the human race. There is a nature in all of us which mankind has chosen to be rid of. There are, though, the very few who have been blessed with Peaxe. These few are the ones who have changed the world. And thus starts and ends my story.
“Thirty-seven,” Eric announces to his father, “Thirty-seven stars out tonight.” He wanders around the yard speculating if they are the same from the night before. They are like holes punched out of a black carbon copy. There is a street light dimly flickering a few feet from his backyard, just short of going out completely.
His father is hunched over a typewriter, with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, the glow like a small sun, shining on an undiscovered, yet very tangible world. His ashtray overfilling and the pile of ash on the ground remind Eric of a landfill he had visited years before on a school field trip. He didn’t know yet, or at least hadn’t realized the seam between nature and himself had been sewn.
The chimes hanging from the patio ceiling chimed with a light poignancy, revealing details of a far off sound. The tree in the neighbor’s backyard is faintly singing his favourite tune and each single blade of grass is charismatically dancing to each but a different song. The way the moon shines down almost seems as if it is a spotlight on some forbidden stage, and Eric, browsing throughout the yard, is the main actor, singing songs of dismay accompanied by the dance of the grass.
At this present time, Eric is au courant of what he has, being at the age of 13, yet is not fully aware of the capabilities which bestow him. The life of a Peaxe is not an easy one, battling the insanity of the subject. A life of humans can be stressful enough; a life of humans and nature is sheer madness. Although he doesn’t know it, Eric Faire is all but alone in his fascinating aptitude. The connection with nature is inseminated at birth into every fetus, including the all but deserving human kind; the fact of the matter is, without doubt, that human kind demolishes Peaxe before it can vegetate like a seed in the ground, thus leaving only the folks chosen by nature itself to be their leaders of humans.
“Eric. Eric, where are you?” cries a voice from afar. Sitting on a rock discussing a plan of action to voice the protest of nature to the human kind, Eric ignores the countess.
“If we leave it up to them to find out for themselves, nature is doomed!” exclaims Eric to Asp, the leader of the very forest in which he sits. “Human kind will destroy all that is good if the Peaxe does not stop it.”
“I am aware of the situation, Eric,” Asp replies “and we are doing all we can. Things will be done when the time comes.”
“The time is now Asp, you and I both know. The time is now.” Eric says as he rises to leave.
“The time is now.” Echoes Asp.
Seven years have passed without any communication with Asp, and Eric now takes the protest of the human race against nature into his own hands. Without help from other peaxe, Eric seeks guidance from Asp. When Asp is relocated, Eric asks him with a tone of finality in his voice.
“Asp, this is it.”
Asp turns to him with a smirk, “I knew you would be the one. The time has come for you to do what must be done. Go, seek forth the Peaxe, and don’t come back until you have made your mark.”
Eric thus goes forward to the deepest reaches of the planet to find all Peaxe willing to assist him in his battle royal against the race in which will destroy this planet. Without the Peaxe, nature will be demolished within the next ten years, thus ending all Peaxe-kind. So it goes.
There is more to life than the human race. There is a nature in all of us which mankind has chosen to be rid of. There are, though, the very few who have been blessed with Peaxe. These few are the ones who have changed the world. And thus starts and ends my story.