Caveo_Eminor
05-23-2003, 01:16 AM
well here goes.. My first ever try at a story :P
Comments and suggestions are welcome, as are corrections to the spelling :P
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The Becoming
Picture total darkness.... not a single ray of light nor hazy glow in the distance...
It's more than darkness, darkness is only the absense of light, this feels more absolute.. final...
Imagine having no sense of confinement nor space.. just the Dark. No horizons, no floors, no roof and no walls, just a vast nothingness.
No feeling of loss... since there never was anything... and there never will be...
or will there..
Even though you can't see anything.. you sense something in front of you.. unseen.. but still... something.
Voices start to whisper, far away.. all around.. and they're closing in..
Words without meaning, slowly forming the melody of an ancient chant. It's got no rythm and no logic. The words pass straight trough you.. as if you're not there. You get the feeling that you aren't. You're a silent witness in this vast nothingness.. no mass or form.. just conciousness.
The chants swirl around you, but it's converging somewhere in that space. It's becoming clearer, it feels old and timeless.. and important..
Slowly the figure of a kneeled man starts to appear in front of you. You don't actually 'see' him, but he's there. A tiny landmark in the surrounding darkness. The chanting and whispering voices converge on the kneeled figure, his head still bent.
From the clutter of voices and chants, one voice grows stronger, but it still whispers, just more powerfull. You feel the ages passing.
"Awake, raise your head, your time has come". The man raises his head and opens his eyes.. dark eyes. The whispers continue to pass trough you and you feel cold and lost.
"The time has come for the big change.. everything will return to how it once was.. there is no dispute, it will change"
The kneeled man speaks with a voice like polar winds, soft but clear. Inevitable.
"What will be my task?"
"Obedience"
The man bows his head again, and waits
"As has been fortold light has reached the status-quo, and that is as far as it will ever get. And in lights' footsteps, life has followed. There has been too much change, It has to be reverted. Life has allways followed light. Life feels it's powerfull, and that it has won the struggle. But it fails to see that Life can never win. All life ends and is followed by death, the most it can accomplish is the status-quo it has reached now. Death follows in the footsteps of Dark, it's unavoidable"
"But hasn't life even found it's way here?"asks the man. "In my form?"
"Life can not exist here, nor can light."
"But I'm here and I'm alive!"
A sound fills the darkness, you realise it's laughing.. but with no joy.
"Are you?" The Dark answers the man.
The man looks puzzled, and touches his wrist.
"My heart is not beating. How can this be?"
"You've been chosen as our instrument. You're not alive nor dead. You just 'are'. Yours will be the task to pave the way for Darkness. Death and Darkness will follow in your footsteps. The Dark moon will be your guide and companion. Enough talk now.. now is the time to learn."
You see faint images shimmering before the man. Suns glowing up and fading away like fireworks, a forming planet, a forming moon. The moon breaks apart and the dark half starts to fill the Nothing. The man collapses. Everything fades, except the man.
One last whisper fills the darkness; "You will be known as Caveo Eminor, reborn from Darkness and Death, your parents. Your faith has been seeled, you will go."
The man starts to disappear.
Picture total Darkness.... as there allways was, as there will allways be...
[Edited on 25/5/2003 by Caveo_Eminor]
Comments and suggestions are welcome, as are corrections to the spelling :P
______________________________
The Becoming
Picture total darkness.... not a single ray of light nor hazy glow in the distance...
It's more than darkness, darkness is only the absense of light, this feels more absolute.. final...
Imagine having no sense of confinement nor space.. just the Dark. No horizons, no floors, no roof and no walls, just a vast nothingness.
No feeling of loss... since there never was anything... and there never will be...
or will there..
Even though you can't see anything.. you sense something in front of you.. unseen.. but still... something.
Voices start to whisper, far away.. all around.. and they're closing in..
Words without meaning, slowly forming the melody of an ancient chant. It's got no rythm and no logic. The words pass straight trough you.. as if you're not there. You get the feeling that you aren't. You're a silent witness in this vast nothingness.. no mass or form.. just conciousness.
The chants swirl around you, but it's converging somewhere in that space. It's becoming clearer, it feels old and timeless.. and important..
Slowly the figure of a kneeled man starts to appear in front of you. You don't actually 'see' him, but he's there. A tiny landmark in the surrounding darkness. The chanting and whispering voices converge on the kneeled figure, his head still bent.
From the clutter of voices and chants, one voice grows stronger, but it still whispers, just more powerfull. You feel the ages passing.
"Awake, raise your head, your time has come". The man raises his head and opens his eyes.. dark eyes. The whispers continue to pass trough you and you feel cold and lost.
"The time has come for the big change.. everything will return to how it once was.. there is no dispute, it will change"
The kneeled man speaks with a voice like polar winds, soft but clear. Inevitable.
"What will be my task?"
"Obedience"
The man bows his head again, and waits
"As has been fortold light has reached the status-quo, and that is as far as it will ever get. And in lights' footsteps, life has followed. There has been too much change, It has to be reverted. Life has allways followed light. Life feels it's powerfull, and that it has won the struggle. But it fails to see that Life can never win. All life ends and is followed by death, the most it can accomplish is the status-quo it has reached now. Death follows in the footsteps of Dark, it's unavoidable"
"But hasn't life even found it's way here?"asks the man. "In my form?"
"Life can not exist here, nor can light."
"But I'm here and I'm alive!"
A sound fills the darkness, you realise it's laughing.. but with no joy.
"Are you?" The Dark answers the man.
The man looks puzzled, and touches his wrist.
"My heart is not beating. How can this be?"
"You've been chosen as our instrument. You're not alive nor dead. You just 'are'. Yours will be the task to pave the way for Darkness. Death and Darkness will follow in your footsteps. The Dark moon will be your guide and companion. Enough talk now.. now is the time to learn."
You see faint images shimmering before the man. Suns glowing up and fading away like fireworks, a forming planet, a forming moon. The moon breaks apart and the dark half starts to fill the Nothing. The man collapses. Everything fades, except the man.
One last whisper fills the darkness; "You will be known as Caveo Eminor, reborn from Darkness and Death, your parents. Your faith has been seeled, you will go."
The man starts to disappear.
Picture total Darkness.... as there allways was, as there will allways be...
[Edited on 25/5/2003 by Caveo_Eminor]