story ch 2
Published: 06-03-07 - Updated: 06-03-07
Title: Illel's Story
Author: Maikeru333
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Tragedy
Disclaimer: I don't own the forgotten realms. It was Ed Greenwood originally.
Summary: The past will always find you, especially if you have something it wants.
umm the body escapes, but the mind and heart are still imprisoned.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapters Ch1: Smoke and Blood Ch2: Of Falls and Cocoons
"The reason they nailed your people to the spirit trees was to prolong their suffering. That is part of the evil nature of the Drow. The distance between the spirit world and this one is not so far, by those trees. It is horrible to suffer this way, for so long, but in the end, I'm glad they did it: your Elder Ashimshi lived long enough to tell me of you, where you were hiding. Otherwise I would not have found you." The elven girl began to shiver like a leaf, the emptiness and shock in her giving way to a shimmering gloss of welling tears. Her face scrunched momentarily, then she was still and calm again, her mind someplace else. Maybe she was not ready to be drawn out yet. But Astyanax persisted, gently, his voice quiet, soothing like a gentle breeze,"To be witness to such tragedy, and horror, is horrible, but it is also a natural part of this world. Some say this is to have your innocence stolen. In truth, it is ignorance which is lost - ignorance to the depths of evil that exist in this world. But good and evil are peculiar things... like light and darkness, they have a way of defining each other, creating each other. Each has a place in this world," she looked up at him with a forlorn look at this, so he was quick to add, "What happened to your people, your family... it was evil hard to imagine, it's not fair." He continued, "but horrible things happen to good people all the time, for no reason at all, no 'fault' of their own. Some people try to say that there is fault, or strain to understand the reasons behind the strings of fate, overwhelmed and frustrated by things beyond their understanding, that perhaps they were not meant to understand, at the time. You can shout at a mountain for a rockslide, or the rains for a flood, but in the end, you don't hate them, and if you fear them enough to be cautious and learn their ways, it only makes you wise. But part of your shock, part of your burden, is knowing that the horrors you witnessed were done by conscious, sentient beings -thinking, feeling- whose ears were deaf to the cries of those they tormented, finding even pleasure in the suffering they brought."
Astyanax watched her mutely watching the swaying brush and trees in the breeze, her head swaying with them, but he continued on, hoping some small piece of the meaning behind his words would stay with her, that one day they would find her as she searched her own soul for meaning. "So people lose their ignorance, and know of the dark things in this world. And knowing"... he paused a moment, finding his words, "knowing, they become touched by the darkness, like a seed, growing in them." He wasn't sure she would be able to understand, and looked for way to express it, that her people would know, a way familiar to her, something her family may have shown to her... "Seeds can grow to become many things... It is like a seed of light and darkness, all in one..." He trailed off, as she scratched her leg and began to swing her legs beneath the branch she sat on."
The sky was very blue, birds were singing, the air was sweet with fragrant aromas and the fresh smell of trees. A stream trickled and burbled quietly in the distance, and occasionally the trees would sigh, as if, as one, they were breathing. It was just like Illel, on the surface; but beneath, he knew dark storms still raged. The druid sighed gently, and let the sun shine down on his closed eyes briefly, enjoying the quiet, sorrowful at the ill it concealed, but knowing well the virtue of patience.
"Whatever you nurture, will grow. If you want to grow the plant of happiness, and goodness, and light, you must shower what you grow with love and care. But if you shower the seeds with fear, and anger, and hate, what grows is a weed that will stifle the goodness." He paused again, and her face briefly flickered towards him, before she went back to chasing butterflies with her eyes. "When you have been touched by darkness, as we all are in different ways, at different times in our lives - from then on, you lose your ignorance of evil, and doing good, nurturing the good, becomes a choice - sometimes a difficult one. And that is why, when many people touch darkness, they lose their innocence - sometimes that choice becomes too hard to make, people get lost and cannot follow the seed of light in them..." Illel had stood up, grasping Astyanax' cloak for support, and was coaxing a caterpillar from a higher branch onto her hand, lost intently in its world, as it made little movements to push itself forward.
"Darkness can force someone's heart, their innocence, into a coccoon, for a time - but it is not lost, for there it sleeps, waiting for something, to awaken it ..." She raised the caterpillar to his face triumphantly, a hint of pride and joy in her face, perhaps seeking approval in the manner young ones are wont to do.
"And when it awakens, it fights to break free from its coccoon, from the things that once protected it, yet bind it, and finally, it becomes a butterfly, free from the sorrows of those bound to the earth." She gently coaxed the caterpillar now, from her hand, back onto a leaf.
"Have patience and courage, little one," he said quietly, as she suddenly lost her balance and fell from the branch.
He dove off the branch after her, sprouting wings in midair, and seizing her firmly in his talons, winged through some leaves with her before alighting with her on another branch.
"Hmm. We'll have to do something about that, too," Astyanax said quietly to himself.
2007-05-17-1624h
m_G
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JknipqSHss
Title: Illel's Story
Author: Maikeru333
Rating: T
Genre: Fantasy/Tragedy
Disclaimer: I don't own the forgotten realms. It was Ed Greenwood originally.
Summary: The past will always find you, especially if you have something it wants.
umm the body escapes, but the mind and heart are still imprisoned.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapters Ch1: Smoke and Blood Ch2: Of Falls and Cocoons
"The reason they nailed your people to the spirit trees was to prolong their suffering. That is part of the evil nature of the Drow. The distance between the spirit world and this one is not so far, by those trees. It is horrible to suffer this way, for so long, but in the end, I'm glad they did it: your Elder Ashimshi lived long enough to tell me of you, where you were hiding. Otherwise I would not have found you." The elven girl began to shiver like a leaf, the emptiness and shock in her giving way to a shimmering gloss of welling tears. Her face scrunched momentarily, then she was still and calm again, her mind someplace else. Maybe she was not ready to be drawn out yet. But Astyanax persisted, gently, his voice quiet, soothing like a gentle breeze,"To be witness to such tragedy, and horror, is horrible, but it is also a natural part of this world. Some say this is to have your innocence stolen. In truth, it is ignorance which is lost - ignorance to the depths of evil that exist in this world. But good and evil are peculiar things... like light and darkness, they have a way of defining each other, creating each other. Each has a place in this world," she looked up at him with a forlorn look at this, so he was quick to add, "What happened to your people, your family... it was evil hard to imagine, it's not fair." He continued, "but horrible things happen to good people all the time, for no reason at all, no 'fault' of their own. Some people try to say that there is fault, or strain to understand the reasons behind the strings of fate, overwhelmed and frustrated by things beyond their understanding, that perhaps they were not meant to understand, at the time. You can shout at a mountain for a rockslide, or the rains for a flood, but in the end, you don't hate them, and if you fear them enough to be cautious and learn their ways, it only makes you wise. But part of your shock, part of your burden, is knowing that the horrors you witnessed were done by conscious, sentient beings -thinking, feeling- whose ears were deaf to the cries of those they tormented, finding even pleasure in the suffering they brought."
Astyanax watched her mutely watching the swaying brush and trees in the breeze, her head swaying with them, but he continued on, hoping some small piece of the meaning behind his words would stay with her, that one day they would find her as she searched her own soul for meaning. "So people lose their ignorance, and know of the dark things in this world. And knowing"... he paused a moment, finding his words, "knowing, they become touched by the darkness, like a seed, growing in them." He wasn't sure she would be able to understand, and looked for way to express it, that her people would know, a way familiar to her, something her family may have shown to her... "Seeds can grow to become many things... It is like a seed of light and darkness, all in one..." He trailed off, as she scratched her leg and began to swing her legs beneath the branch she sat on."
The sky was very blue, birds were singing, the air was sweet with fragrant aromas and the fresh smell of trees. A stream trickled and burbled quietly in the distance, and occasionally the trees would sigh, as if, as one, they were breathing. It was just like Illel, on the surface; but beneath, he knew dark storms still raged. The druid sighed gently, and let the sun shine down on his closed eyes briefly, enjoying the quiet, sorrowful at the ill it concealed, but knowing well the virtue of patience.
"Whatever you nurture, will grow. If you want to grow the plant of happiness, and goodness, and light, you must shower what you grow with love and care. But if you shower the seeds with fear, and anger, and hate, what grows is a weed that will stifle the goodness." He paused again, and her face briefly flickered towards him, before she went back to chasing butterflies with her eyes. "When you have been touched by darkness, as we all are in different ways, at different times in our lives - from then on, you lose your ignorance of evil, and doing good, nurturing the good, becomes a choice - sometimes a difficult one. And that is why, when many people touch darkness, they lose their innocence - sometimes that choice becomes too hard to make, people get lost and cannot follow the seed of light in them..." Illel had stood up, grasping Astyanax' cloak for support, and was coaxing a caterpillar from a higher branch onto her hand, lost intently in its world, as it made little movements to push itself forward.
"Darkness can force someone's heart, their innocence, into a coccoon, for a time - but it is not lost, for there it sleeps, waiting for something, to awaken it ..." She raised the caterpillar to his face triumphantly, a hint of pride and joy in her face, perhaps seeking approval in the manner young ones are wont to do.
"And when it awakens, it fights to break free from its coccoon, from the things that once protected it, yet bind it, and finally, it becomes a butterfly, free from the sorrows of those bound to the earth." She gently coaxed the caterpillar now, from her hand, back onto a leaf.
"Have patience and courage, little one," he said quietly, as she suddenly lost her balance and fell from the branch.
He dove off the branch after her, sprouting wings in midair, and seizing her firmly in his talons, winged through some leaves with her before alighting with her on another branch.
"Hmm. We'll have to do something about that, too," Astyanax said quietly to himself.
2007-05-17-1624h
m_G
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JknipqSHss