| Subject: Re: the dragon's lair |
Author:
Wes et. al
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 12:48:27 08/26/03 Tue
In reply to:
Gabriel/Rio/Nashota/Dante/Khanada
's message, "Re: the dragon's lair" on 11:41:03 08/26/03 Tue
::Yes, I'm comin', Dante,:: Kalea assured the child. ::I wouldn' miss this for the world.:: Gaining strength from Gabriel's confidence, the little Jellicle joined the others in looking at the Guardian.
Wesimbi closed his eyes. For a moment it almost appeared that he had gone to sleep there on his feet, but then those in the clearing could sense his mind moving very rapidly.
Ah, Creator, he prayed, what am I to do with these, your children, who defy the purpose you have set me to?
And in his mind's eye, he was flying over the Hedrons, flying much faster than he would in the physical realm. His wings carried him south, and he watched the mighty mountains gradually fall away into nothingness. A journey of many years due south would carry a determined traveler to a realm where there was no division between East and West, where all creatures, magical and not, lived together. Yet even there, in the place of unity, peace was absent. There were wars, constant struggles for territory, between each race and culture. Pain, fear, and death ran rampant over the land.
Flying north again, carried on no natural breeze. And he saw them all, one by one, standing on both the East and the West. There stood the Warrior, tall and strong, with a golden horn in his right hand. At his side was the Wolf, and there was peace in her footsteps. The young warriors stood by, now grown and regal, with their mighty lirs beside; wise princes who held prosperity in outstretched hands. And the two Jellicle queens also stood there, looking both North and South, calling together the scattered peoples. And there was his own little Shakira, standing beside them, still a child but wise beyond any of her kind. Many miles lay beneath her strong wings, and the tales of a thousand peoples were gathered in her mind.
The second group gathered beside the mountains caught his attention. There stood the girl with flaming hair, ista-ban no longer but now Wyr-t'Bana, her hands bound in cloth. A band of silver was about her head, and at her throat glimmered a stone of blue fire; her powers were free and yet her proud head was humbled, and tears fell down her face as she looked to the others.
There stood the pale Cheysuli girl, head bowed, with healing on her lips and overflowing from her heart. The light of love surrounded her and she was almost too bright to look at. At her side stood the golden tiger, faithful as always, whose loyalty and steadfast courage had held the group together through danger from without and within.
Two Silent Paw stood there, vastly different in all ways, yet somehow more alike than any of the rest. The male stood a small space away yet his heart beat for his companions, and his name was honored among them. The female stood strong and whole at last, and the joy that filled her also filled the land and peoples among whom she walked. In and between these Silent Paw there was great power, the power and right to call forth the poisoning evil in the land, that it might be destroyed.
Others stood there, but their faces and names were hidden from him.
And there stood the boy---no, not a boy. This was a grown Cheysuli man, though his dark hair still shone red and his amber eyes held a cast of grey. He stood at the crossroads of fate, staring in both fear and longing at two different objects: a golden, jewel-covered scepter and a plain walking stick. And all of the world trembled at his hesitation.
Wesimbi did not see this man's choice, but rather the two different worlds that might result. In one eye, the Guardian saw darkness and chaos erupting from the earth and all laid to waste; those the boy loved died in his arms and those who had long striven to destroy him rose to power on the earth. All was lost. But in the other eye, he saw the mountains shake and crumble until they were no more than foothills; the evil was banished, and true unity and peace was restored as the barrier was laid low.
And a voice came from all around, saying to Wesimbi: Shall it be said that you hindered this? And deep within his heart, another voice spoke, soft and still: This is not for you to decide.
He opened his eyes and saw them all staring at him. It seemed absurd to think that these pitiful creatures would ever rise to the glory of the vision...but the Guardian was humbled, and lowered his wings.
"I shall not hinder this," he said quietly, and Kalea was disturbed by the subdued nature of his voice. "Go East, Miru-kale. I shall show you the way over the mountains."
Stunned, Kalea clutched Nashota's arm. ::I don't like this. Why would he change his mind so suddenly?::
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 