Apr 25, 2010 09:13
[It is already late evening when the journal comes to life with yet another post. Unlike most of them, there is no voice at first; only the harsh sound of the flowing river can be heard, all other sounds almost blocked out by the loud noise. It remains like this for almost a minute, steady and almost overwhelming.
Finally, there is a human sound - a pained cough, like that of someone who took a good blow to the gut. It is interrupted by the sound of an arm being thrust into the water, followed by another one of the same person drinking greedily.
A few pained, harsh breaths, and he finally seems to relax.]
So this would be the lot you have prepared for me, o world beyond the living..? [A sigh.] Alas, is what I would like to say, but I suppose this is too generous for me. Still, I do hope that my precious sister and my comrades have eluded your grasp.
[He rises to his feet and comes to stand on the slippery rocks at the seashore.]
What now, though..? Am I to wander this forest till I am nothing but bleached bone, or is there some greater purpose for me here?
I have to move. Surely, there would be an answer in some direction.
luceti