We Are Bound

[Panashea 3326]

 

 

 

A man that appears to be a commoner approaches you. He seems to be old, and, beneath his beard that looks like a sea of milk, but, the most evident characteristic on him besides the clothing of a courier is the fact that he carries a bunch of scrolls on a parchment on a open satchel attached to his belt. It seems that you two are about to stumble upon one another, but he halts his walking and raises his face to look at you, cracking out a smile. Yes, cracking, because you can hear the beard moustache crinkle against his nose. A human, clearly marked by age it seems. “Young people have a lot to teach. Listen and teach, and shall you become a man good of spirit.”

 

Evicting the stance of protraction, the man offers you one of the scrolls. It’s your option to read it or not…

 

We are a cursed kin. Not only me, not only you, but, all of us. The lies of our ancestors long ago have sown seeds within our minds. Tales, cultures, and, the deadliest of them: myths. I’ve seen a large deal of stupidity, so, to free myself of the burden of lies, I sunk into a thousand thoughts, and then, I emerged. The blindfold that I could not previously see was lying at my hands, everything seemed transparent and clear. Truth, dear reader, truth was what I was seeing. Mothers sell their children for money, men that pillage for the pleasure of killing, destructive politics that harm our world, but, all of this could’ve had been avoided, if it weren’t for the mad, dead men that we once dared to call teacher, or even venerate or refer to them as great, but, down there, they were harmful.

 

You don’t believe it? Sit upon a rock and ponder for a hour of what I’ve told you. If you can’t do it by yourself, let me aid you to remove the fold that makes you blind, the black veil of the bride that hides her beauty, for we are bound to our blood to them:

 

Them, those that turn a blind eye to their future;

We are bound by them, men of old, ignorant of Truth and fearful of their short lives.

 

Them, those that try to anchor us to their old beliefs;

We are bound by them, broken by our slave masters and our spirits pressed beneath our forests.

 

Them, those that would sacrifice their mother for power for promises of vile beings, such as Iblees did with the three foolish brothers;

We are bound by them, by the words of beings beyond our realm, who seek power rather than loyalty.

 

Them, those whom spread the devious, trickery harm of the church, which lashes your spirit so you shall work until you die only so they may sit on thrones of gold and drink from cups made of shimmering jewels.

We are bound by them, by the wealth of the rich and of the poor, though all satiated before death.

 

Let us tear the blindfold that makes us blind from the truth, not simply take it off, for it is vile. Let us not hear of the truth as human, orc, elf or dwarf, but one kin that seeks with its single, vigilant eye. We are all scared like cats, afraid of what’s beyond the door of our owner’s cottage where we think that the outside is filled with rabid dogs that want to tear apart our bones.

 

Scrawl down what restrains you, and join me in freedom.

 

 

[Mj. 697]

Rowyn pens a reply.

 

"It is with great regret that I cannot better serve the Creator, while at the same time serving my family, my cause, and myself. Human ability chains me."

[Daisy 9735]

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

 

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