Meu Querido [PK]

[Celestial_Bleh 224]

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Pieces of a journal,
long since lost to time,
float through the abyss

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I am Kason de Alencar…

 

…I think that was the difference between my sister and I despite us being so close. She relied on
what she thought the world should be. I wanted to learn what it should be from mae and pai.

 

…I would argue with one of my siblings…but it was a good life. 

….became a nightmare. Monsters atop pawing beasts. Cruel claws and red eyes. The sun hid.
I remember it. 

Everything nice and loving is a hazy blur of joy. 

 

But I remember the nightmare.

 

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He was cradled in an odd manner, body resting on a bed slick with blood and corpses. Irregular drops of rain wet the cheeks of Kason but even with all the discomforts, he would not wake from slumber. 

 

It was the gray twilight of sunrise. Or sunset? He could not tell which. Only that the sun hung just barely over the horizon where the sky was yet to be painted with its vibrant colors. Being used to the noise of the wilds, the quietness of it all was immediately apparent. And yet he was not concerned. 

 

The world rocked. Back and forth, back and forth. A sobbing warmth had wrapped its arms about him.
Yet his body remained cold.

 

A lulling hum rolled over the hills of that plane. He turned to see a giant. It gathered the night sky about its shoulders as a cloak, head bowing over a valley that it had used to craft a bowl for its incense to burn in. Each step rumbled in rhythm until it had nearly passed him by. 

 

“What lies ahead?” He called. For if anyone was to know, that giant likely would. 

 

Its head turned, slow and meandering. “Ahead.” It answered. 

 

He considered this. “Can someone visit?” 

 

The great giant lowered to a sit, its cloak billowing out until the gray twilight was covered in night. The valley rested in its lap, cool mists of burning spice spilling from it. 

 

“Who are you?” It answered. 

 

He obliged. “I am Kason de Alencar.” 

 

“A great house?” 

 

“It was.” 

 

“I do not hear whispers of it from the people nor see its name set amongst illustrious tomes.” 

 

“It was my home. My family.” He was beginning to feel displeased with the giant. “If I say it was great, it was great.” 

 

The giant sensed such and moved on to its next question. “Do you regret your life?” 

 

This quieted Kason. He had not been happy all his years. Kalldur was hell and the nightmare that caused it to be such still haunted his dreams. Friends were used. Trusted. Then lost. Joy fled him for many, many a year. Then after it all did he suffer an echo of death. That ‘sibling’ of his was there throughout every step. Throwing him into a pond. 

 

“Y-you..idiot..You…Wh-why didn’t y-you tell me to protect mae…I could…I could have…I would have lived! WHY DID YOU GO! YOU WERE MORTAL!”

 

Delighting in terrifying him. 

 

“Meu Irmao… I’m…I’m so sorry..”

 

Disappearing along with his mae. 

 

“I’m s-sorry for getting lost, for not being there for so many years.”

 

Forcing a change upon him. 

 

“F-for making you hate me.”

 

Was nothing so undoing as a sister? Was there no other in the world one could hurt and be hurt in turn, anger and be angered in turn, protect and be protected in turn, love and be loved in turn? Kason supposed he wouldn’t have changed a thing. 

“No. I do not regret my life.” 

 

The giant’s unseen eyes were fixed to Kason, studying his soul for a speck of a lie. “Do you have matters left unfinished?” 

 

Of course he did. Kason imagined that no one, ever, left all matters well tended. 

 

All senses filled with dirt. He was entombed in his final resting place. Yet he did not linger. In a small, nearby home, on a bed where his sword and lantern now rested, he sat and heard the begging prayers.

 

He had left his heart behind. For all his effort to ensure his mae’s protection and wellbeing, he had somehow managed to greatly succeed and utterly fail. There had only ever been one guiding light. One sole purpose. And he had left it behind. 

 

Kason looked up into the unseen eyes of the giant. His own blurred as water gathered. “I left her.” 

 

“You did.” The giant would not comfort Kason with falsehood. A large hand reached out, wrapping about him. Then did it begin to squeeze. The facsimile of breath left. The phantasmal thought of a body dissipated. Kason was a nothing when the giant, at last, released him. It drew back up to a stand, revealing the clawing colors of dawn as its cloak fell back about it. 

 

Kason de Alencar, the world does not know you.

It has forgotten your house. It will forget your name. 

You leave naught. No craft bearing the print of your hands. 

No poem with hard-labored ink. In the forest of eons,
You are a small, rotting leaf. 

 

And so I grant you your wish. 

You may visit as the occasional breeze that wraps

About your mother in an encouraging embrace.

You may twitter as a bird to draw your sister from

Slumber to that which shall feed her. 

 

In the small nothings that rarely an important memory make, 

You may apologize to that which you left behind.

 

Spoiler

:D Thanks for readin' my little pk post. Kason didn't do much overall but I had fun playing with friends. This bit of narrative writing could have many different explanations for it. Could be Kason hallucinated it in his final moments. Could be his soul's journey to the next step was put into a context he'd understand, etc. Who knows!

Rocky, Amesti, thank ya for great rp! And I hope you enjoyed the last stab attempt at your hearts >:3
For now.