A Reckoning

[Eleatic 1033]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t9tzCUZuWQ

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There was a silence in the world. Wasn't there always?. The wind groaned against the trees, casting a shadow against the weary silence of time itself. A lone being sat, rather, stood. Staring off into the distance with no eyes, simple sight bestowed. The armor groaned, or would, if it had any capability of doing so. The grim silence was only then interrupted, changed, warped. Twisted into a false melancholy that only the being could feel, retching at its’ damned soul. It was the sound of screaming. That was the sound the silence most often heard, in this world which was so often met with the antithesis of such.

 

The silence continued, no more screams. The being that had sat in watch over the world as before looked at his gauntlets. Soaked in the crimson of a life unfurled, it was only the fact that one could know that the being itself was  not aware of its’ own sadness, that might’ve caused such a thing. No emotion, only anger. Only hatred. No life to live, and yet such was his. No life. Inside of his helmet lay nothing but the ether itself, a dark approximation of a soul lay only tangible in the most small throes. The being itself had lost its’ own, in the most biblical of ways.

 

It was this time last year the stars fell.. The being said almost sadly, but of course. No. He remembered watching the meteor slam into the temple, he had a part in that, if he had the faintest recollection. Him and an odd bearded man. He felt no nostalgia, even at those happiest of memories. It was too much for a mind torn from soul. He raises his gauntlets, and let them glide over the world itself. Over the horizon. He spoke in a way that would chill ice, and melt the soul of a child. “Scum.”

 

The world itself would never remember the being. He was a grim bookmark on an otherwise cheerful land, as was to be expected. He somewhat longed to be by a yuletide. To be singing inane carols with his son, whom he had nearly slaughtered out of hatred. He longed for all of this, yet no.  It  couldn’t feel that emotion even then, it was only a dull throbb at the back of it’s proverbial mind.  the silence swept the world, but this out've the compassion and love of a holiday, and yet the being stood; It was a reckoning, in a way. An understanding between it and the universe.

 

The silence faded, the being did not. The entire world went on in those few seconds it took all above to occur, songs were sung, and the being stood stagnant. None were on the roads, none were in the cities. All were in their home, comfortable. He could kill all of them in a moment, and yet he didn't’t. For whatever reason, he couldn't know. Perhaps orders, perhaps a desire to take a day off; or maybe just the plain truth he was being frozen dead on the side of a mountain, with very little hope for reprieve until he was fully frozen, at which point he could do what he intended. Though for this day, he was stifled in that regard.

 

(My lost post for a long while, I'll be back on the 1st-second. If you're in the monk chat, you know why. Lucky I had the ability to even type this up. T_T, merry Christmas guys.)

[Aptrotta 162]

((I'm going to miss you! Good luck! Return to me soon my lovely borg! <3

 

 

Seriously, I am going to miss you... Good luck... Can't wait to see you return))

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.