Post by Lael on Sept 17, 2004 12:06:02 GMT -5
A distant calling, culled by desparation, willed the tiny figure of a man yet to be. Memories swirled within ocean blue eyes, an innocence sitting like an anvil in the black forge of each pupil. Stick like arms, dangled limp at each side, only swinging with the swaying movements of his hips. A flowing, over sized brown cloak shrouded the milk like skin, ending just above two dirty ankles. Two peices of leather were strapped around each ankle, trapped beneath each foot as it seemed to be dragged forward, compelled by some desire within his beating heart. Tiny toes peeked out from the concealing leather, long since blackened from the journey that lay behind. The loose, tattered hood hung over his head much like a death shroud, concealing everything but the simple nose and dirty blonde curls that threatened to overcome the hood. Stopping, the young lad spoke aloud, "Be it that I may, I do wonder where I've gone?" Father would surely be displeased, angry, perhaps even worried? No. He muttered to himself quietly as he stumbled onwards, directed by fate, chased by the past he had left behind him. It had seemed years ago that he had been swinging at the cottage. Fond memories of a childhood he had never had, neglected by the stark realization that he was different. Two beautiful, white wings glowed upon the small frame of his back. Bouncing with each step, he began to resent their presence. Children had forsaken him, teasing, chiding because of the difference in appearence. Stopping again, he shook his head, swinging his arm in a downwards slash."NO!" Eyes narrowed, filling with anger, a bitterness yet to be dealt with."We left that behind! Nothing stands before me now!" ... Just this ache he thought to himself.
The surroundings had changed around him, without him even noticing, so deep in thought was he. The day had withered away, succumbing to the dreariness of nightfall. A full moon raced over the sky, only to hang limply overhead. The sun forgotten for the desolate hours of night. Camp had to be made. Wood was gathered from the depthless shadows of the forest that took him in. Assembled into a shoddy resemblence of a teepee, he took up his peice of flint, moving the dry bark into place, a tiny spark was ignited to the eruption of light and warmth. It was now that hunger made it's approach. Aching within the hollow of his stomach, it lurched and splurged. Placing a weathered, dry hand over the cloth of the cloak he wore, he rubbed his stomach gently, easing it into submission."Soon. Soon we will be where my feet drag me. To whatever end I've come to, it shall certainly be better than what was left behind." Closing his eyes, his rough hands rubbed over his simple nose, crossing over full lips, as they pulled the hood tighter about his face. Autumn had come, soon to leave, as winter fast approached. It left a chill in the air, as he huddled into a small ball near the fire, trying to combat the coldness. Feathered wings of a brilliant snow white, would enshroud his figure further, providing a comfort unfelt by any human hands. Sleep came fast to weary bones, a discomforted soul.
Will she remember me? Brimming blue eyes opened slightly, the last vestiges of his dream fading. A woman."Hope?" he spoke outloud into the cool morning mist. Distorted memories replayed the vision of a woman he had never seen, or had he? He could not recall, but who was this woman that plagued his dreams so often? Christian, his father, never spoke of his mother, or any female for that matter."Well no use wondering Lael, we shall never know." A common qoute from his father after being asked of his mother. Getting to his feet, he gathered his meager belongings. A locket, yet unopened, a tiny dagger, both of which he stuffed into his cloak with little regard. Grabbing a peice of jerky that he had brought along, he tore another bite off it's already half chewn existence. Stuffing it back onto his pocket, he began his journey once more. Ears perked gingerly, as if listening to a silent call. Then his feet dragged on in the direction of whatever it was he was in search of. The sun had just risen, as molten rays ate at the cool, morning mist.
Hours later, as the sun began to set, he found himself wandering into a pasture of an ancient nature. The air swirled with spirits, alive with magic, crackling with a feeling. Continuing forward in the same, dispairing matter, this feeling took shape within his mind. It was soon apparent to the lost, troubled teen, that something was on the horizon. A structure. People brimming about it. As he came closer, words formed upon his tongue, speaking them in a shallow whisper."Home." Stopping, he brought his hand to his mouth, amazed at what he had spoken. Home? How could this unfamiliar palace be home? These people would shun him. Everyone else had, why shouldn't they? Yet, as he stepped forward, he found he was no longer compelled. This is where fate had left him. Stepping forward, eyes widened, as a familiar feeling grasped his conscious. A warmth of protection. He gasped for air, as he took in the grand towering palace before him. Nothing he had seen before seemed as beautiful as the thing that lay before. Had Lael finally come home? Would anyone notice if he took a peek inside the walls? Walking with his chin tucked into his chest, he hoped to minimize attention to him.
The surroundings had changed around him, without him even noticing, so deep in thought was he. The day had withered away, succumbing to the dreariness of nightfall. A full moon raced over the sky, only to hang limply overhead. The sun forgotten for the desolate hours of night. Camp had to be made. Wood was gathered from the depthless shadows of the forest that took him in. Assembled into a shoddy resemblence of a teepee, he took up his peice of flint, moving the dry bark into place, a tiny spark was ignited to the eruption of light and warmth. It was now that hunger made it's approach. Aching within the hollow of his stomach, it lurched and splurged. Placing a weathered, dry hand over the cloth of the cloak he wore, he rubbed his stomach gently, easing it into submission."Soon. Soon we will be where my feet drag me. To whatever end I've come to, it shall certainly be better than what was left behind." Closing his eyes, his rough hands rubbed over his simple nose, crossing over full lips, as they pulled the hood tighter about his face. Autumn had come, soon to leave, as winter fast approached. It left a chill in the air, as he huddled into a small ball near the fire, trying to combat the coldness. Feathered wings of a brilliant snow white, would enshroud his figure further, providing a comfort unfelt by any human hands. Sleep came fast to weary bones, a discomforted soul.
Will she remember me? Brimming blue eyes opened slightly, the last vestiges of his dream fading. A woman."Hope?" he spoke outloud into the cool morning mist. Distorted memories replayed the vision of a woman he had never seen, or had he? He could not recall, but who was this woman that plagued his dreams so often? Christian, his father, never spoke of his mother, or any female for that matter."Well no use wondering Lael, we shall never know." A common qoute from his father after being asked of his mother. Getting to his feet, he gathered his meager belongings. A locket, yet unopened, a tiny dagger, both of which he stuffed into his cloak with little regard. Grabbing a peice of jerky that he had brought along, he tore another bite off it's already half chewn existence. Stuffing it back onto his pocket, he began his journey once more. Ears perked gingerly, as if listening to a silent call. Then his feet dragged on in the direction of whatever it was he was in search of. The sun had just risen, as molten rays ate at the cool, morning mist.
Hours later, as the sun began to set, he found himself wandering into a pasture of an ancient nature. The air swirled with spirits, alive with magic, crackling with a feeling. Continuing forward in the same, dispairing matter, this feeling took shape within his mind. It was soon apparent to the lost, troubled teen, that something was on the horizon. A structure. People brimming about it. As he came closer, words formed upon his tongue, speaking them in a shallow whisper."Home." Stopping, he brought his hand to his mouth, amazed at what he had spoken. Home? How could this unfamiliar palace be home? These people would shun him. Everyone else had, why shouldn't they? Yet, as he stepped forward, he found he was no longer compelled. This is where fate had left him. Stepping forward, eyes widened, as a familiar feeling grasped his conscious. A warmth of protection. He gasped for air, as he took in the grand towering palace before him. Nothing he had seen before seemed as beautiful as the thing that lay before. Had Lael finally come home? Would anyone notice if he took a peek inside the walls? Walking with his chin tucked into his chest, he hoped to minimize attention to him.