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Chapter Ten~ The History of the Gods |
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As I walked back to the muesum I was sligtly intrigued by the sheer number of people that this city held.
My previous travels down this road were very empty with few people to see. However now that this is the middle of the week there are many more finites out. They seem to all have regular schedual that are almost identical to that of their neighbor.
However the muesum was empty. Not a soul in inside it.
The soft clicking of my boots seemed to thunder down the halls, almost defeaning me. Even the barely audible sound of rustling fabric was amlified to that of an avalanch.
But prehaps that is why I so like the muesum.
It shares my emptiness. It hears everything around it and takes note and record of every event.
As I passed through those hollowed halls I had to stop and gaze at the many mureals hung on the walls. The only record of the days long past. The only record of the last time I was here.
So many millenia have passed on Rivana yet it was but a mere blink of an eye to the infinites, even to myself.
Sometiems this seems like a pointless cherade, thoughtlessly rushing into this world just to watch societies crumble and bring forth new ones, to stand idely by as people come in and out of this world.
As I thougth on I came across a elderly man. His strong frame emanating pride and honor. This man was the ideal man of chivalry and mannerism by his outward appearence.
"Greeting, sir." He said softly and giving a curt bow of the head.
I inclined my head back and stopped to observe him.
This man seemed to be a lost part of history its self. The mannerism and langauge long foresaken by the streamline society. His place was like mine, a reminder oof things lost and dead.
"You seem wisened beyond the years of your reflection." He chuckled bemusedly.
"... Do you know of me?" I asked, spreading my hands to the endless corridors of history, and the other stretching towards the unending future.
He smiled whistfully, looking as if he'd fallen into a dreamscape of fantasies and miracles.
"A long time ago my grandfather told me a story that had been long past down our family," He began, "It told of a young man with skin so fair it shown with its onw light, hair so black that it devoured light, yet the two bodies, one of light anf the dark never seemed to conquer the other. They stayed in perfect harmony and contrast." The man turned his glassy view to me, as if seeing for the first time the embodiment of his grandfather's story. "He said that this man was no man at all, but actually a god. An immortal." He gave a coughing bark and chuckled all the while.
"Are you feeling ill?" I stepped closer, offering him a reassuring hand.
He shook his head, rejecting my aid.
"I'll be fine. It's the reward I reap for my misspent youth." He laughed again, his eyes glistening with so much joy that it seemed to bath the entire muesum in that heavenly glow.
"I would like to learn more of... 'god'." I said, gesturing for us to make use of the bench near by.
As he eased himself into the bench he let out a long sigh, as if he'd finally made peace. Peace with what though?
"The Abrivilloni God. His statue is out in the courtyard." The man said, knowing that no one would miss such an exuberant sculpture. "The patricarh's middle son carved that statue. He was said to have ben visited by that godly man and he was inspired to create that statue." He told, bring ditant and dusty memories flooding back to my mind. "He called him Corellion, god of the stars. He often spoke of the shimmering robe he wore, sparkling as if the stars themselves where sewn into the fabric! What a marvolous sight indeed! After the statue was done it stood atop the summit of a grand cliff it's skyward gaze looking beyond the peaks of the twin moutains protecting and watching over our ansetrial homeland."
"The Shukaku Moutians?" I inquired, trying to see if memory served correct.
"Indeed! That is correct!" He chukled and laughed.
"How did it get moved? A statue that large would require very advanced and large force to move." It was perplexing to hear that the orginal was resting outside the muesum.
"I cannot say." The man shook his head sadly. "Very little information about the century the statue was moved is still in exstitnce."
"I see..." It was decided then that I'd do my best to recover something from the statue.
I stood and started for the exit, however the olf man's firm grip on my arm stopped me. I cocked my head towards him, arching an eyebrow.
"Where are you going?" He asked, seeming a bit saddened by my abrupt movements.
"To ask the statue how it got here." I said simply, "you are welcome to join." I offered, nodding curtly.
He looked perplexed but followed anyways.
Outside I stared up at the statue, the gleaming sun shining streaks of light upon its mightly shoulders.
I walked over to the statue and placed my hands on its robes. I waved for him to come and gestured for him to do the same.
I quietly murmured a spell and felt time stop and rewind. I felt the statue jolt and the robes softened and turned to fabric. Slowlt the statue transformed into a living god.
"Corellion! Hear me! I have summoned you to ask of you a few humble questions!" I shouted up to it.
Gingerly it knelt down, the giant scepter being set on the ground as the larger version of myself brought the crystal orb between us two and its self.
"What is it you wish to learn?" It asked, the crystal ball starting to shine and the patern started to swirl.
"How did you come to this place?" I asked.
The orb glowed brightly showing the statue being animated by a ring or wizards. Corellion rose and waged war on the invading army, quickly defeating it. However instead of settling back on its hillside perch it drifted to here, where it obtained its crystal orb and scepter before reverting back to a statue.
"M-my lord, Corellion..." The elderly man stuttered, "My ansetory, w-who carved your l-likeness... w-who was it of? W-we can only spekulate who the sculpture was..." He managed to spit out.
Once again the orb began to glow and the long ago scence of when I first arrived here for my short trip began to replay. The muted dialog between myself and that druken shrew from my trip. He seemed to sober up after I said I was not one of these beings. Slowly the scence darkened as I fell back into the shadows, once again returning to the void to ressume my mundane observations of the universes.
"I-it was you.." The man gasped as his eyes froze on me.
Corellion nodded and straitened.
"He is tired, let me return him to his orginal form." I stated.
He nodded and waited for my instructions, too dazed to really refute anything I said.
I released him from my spell and felt time resume and continue in the foreward direction. I felt drained and worn, like when I traveled to this worl before.
"Wow, you are our god..." The man sighed out.
"I am Anako, keeper of the flames and life." I state, bowing low and sweeping up.
 Ray the Good Soldier · Mon Sep 10, 2007 @ 04:46am · 0 Comments |
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