Tears of our Father

[The Lion 736]

Once again, the power of The Telescope opens up the mind. Take a deep look inside. Tell me what you find...

 

I was feeling extra creative on the wagon today in lands far from you. I decided I'd write this up on my tablet to pass the time. Could be a memory or dream. Just as likely to be real, but it's like I've repressed this part of me. My violent past. The thought of my bloodlust makes me shudder. It was too dark to think about. My body feels so chaotic when I recall these scenes, but in my final moment, I must let go.

 

The Tears Of Our Father, that's what we'll call it. An emotional title that hints at my regret for dropping bodies.

 

Years have gone by and we've since stopped using the clocks. We've no eye to what day it is or ever will be. I've never been so cold. They take us out of our cages and throw us in the ring. Barking and raving at us to "kill each other!" like they were sick in the head. The Blackcoats heckle and jeer as the Human comes at me in quiet desperation. I can see it in his trembling eyes that he thinks this is a case of dog eat dog. I crush his skull thrice with the force of my body and leave him to 'call mercy.' The man does not relent and delivers a blow to my chin with the weapon they gave him. Sending me stumbling back into the stone wall. Still dazed as Another sudden thwack connects with my nose. It breaks easily with a meaty thud. Blood drains throughout the rest of this fight. Coating our faces and bodies as I introduce the Human to the wall. He meets it with a slam. A thunderous roar of shock and horror as their champion clatters in a heap, "Daniel!" Yet, the crows still cheer as I move in to permanently end Daniel's wild struggle to survive. I don't particular enjoy this anymore. Yet, taking lives is my trade. I'm property of the Empire. A tool that knows there's nothing quite like the moment of death. There's a certain way you could see their soul had left the body. Knowing what you'd just done when you lifted up your boot from the red smear it leaves behind. I hope his soul reaches the Seven.

 

They put me back in my cage. Rinse, repeat. I briefly see the others of my kin before the curtains eventually draw on me and the lights goes out in a fight I do not win. I never thought our souls were worthy enough to see the Seven. I ponder this as my time in the Mortal Form ends.

[FahdiXD 1]

Great.

[The Lion 736]

Deep in the world of Axios there are sleeping men. You will need plenty of spirillium containers.


The Telescope is re-positioned for you. The one-sided conversation of an ancient wizard:

"The Seven? Now what could you want to know about that?"
"You want to explore the Seven! Such complexities are beyond you, plebien."
"Knock it off with your sense-making. Let me tell you:"
"There's a wasp on the window. It can see where it wants to be. It can see there's another side."
"No no no no. Let me finish. The wasp sees the sky it wants to be in, but it cannot get there. Why?"
"Ha! No, smartass. It can't get to the sky because there's a plane of glass in the way."
"Yes... I know they're called window panes. I was making a metaphorical point, you dunce."
"Yes. I know that. Yes. Yes... shh-sh-shut your mouth now, you're doing that dunce thing again."
"On one side is the wasp, the bound soul. Trapped in this hall, this bound existence."
"On the other side is the sky, the unbound Seven. Yet, between them, a barrier; the window."
"What is the window? That's the best question you've asked all day."
"The window represents our mind. Making the solution to the wasp's problem simple."
"Open the window."

[Dreek 1633]

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

 

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