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Yeah...I was looking through all the crap on my computer, and I came across this. Short, but it was something of a companion piece to the story I posted up on here. Depressing. Yay.
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I couldn’t live here anymore. Not with the village so close, and the shadows they brought with them even closer. I had courted the dangers of it long enough. This land…I valued it, but I could abandon it all the same.
The belongings I had belonged to the land, so I had nothing to take. The clothing I wore was the land’s as well, but I had had them so long the plants had forgotten I’d taken the cotton. The trees hadn’t, but they could do nothing. For the wisest of the living, they were the most helpless.
They would have told me that to take the clothes would be to tie myself to the land for as long as the clothes and the land remained separate. It didn’t matter that much, not now. This land and I were bound, and to leave it would be breaking that trust. Taking a few garments made out of cotton wouldn’t matter next to that betrayal. But the land was dying anyway. It wouldn’t be betrayed for long.
The villages just didn’t understand what they were doing. None of us could really blame them if they didn’t listen to us. We were so different…they thought us all insane. But they were killing the land they stepped on; not even they could deny that. Where the villages were erected, the land slowly grew less fertile, less active, in a slowly widening circle. It became domestic for them, dead. It became something to farm and harvest, not something to be worshipped. The villagers’ gods were above their heads, not below them.
So I would leave this land before the land took me down with it. I would not become another one of their pets. That was what it was doing to my kind. Enslaving us, binding us with chains to metal cages where we were to be marveled at. No land was worth that price. Not one that knew it was going to die. Yes, it knew its death was coming. The plants were losing hope, the rocks were becoming silent. The trees were weeping, and rivers mourned with them. The birds were fleeing north, to where the villages hadn’t gone yet, and the deer were going to the mountains. Only the wolves remained, and they would stay until the land was as dead as the wood the villages were made out of.
The wolves were the protectors of the land, along with us. But they were much more loyal, their will and the land’s will were one. They would not leave until the land was dead, and even then, some would stay with it. The most loyal would stay until the villagers forced them out with cold steel.
I left my home with nothing with me but the clothes on my back. I’d head North with the birds…I’d heard of my people running to there…I’d go to join them. We were not a social people by any means, but when needed we’d come together to solve a problem. This, it seems, was a great enough problem.
Spreading my wings of ivory mist I leaped into the air, catching the winds that were also running to the north. My home disappeared behind me and I felt the land crying out in anger. It was loud- I could almost hear it. The land’s anger runs deep and powerful…this betrayal would never be forgotten. I would never be able to bond with another land for the rest of my life, however long that would be. No land would accept a betrayer like me.
It was rumored that the guardians had run north. The guardians that had been protecting us from these villages for so long. Maybe I’d find them, and bring them back again. Maybe then another land would accept me.
 Markition Necrovius · Fri Sep 01, 2006 @ 08:45pm · 1 Comments |
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