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20. The putrescent
remains of something
unnatural, perhaps a demon, lie in a moonlit glade, an arrow protruding
upward.
The creature's limbs still clutch at the arrow and it appears to have
died in some pain. In the foreground on a broken tree stump lies a
syrinx,
carelessly discarded.
This is
my duty, my life and my love. I hunt the forests of Arden and
guard the borders of Amber from such as these. That they die in
pain for daring to bring themselves within my lands does not bother me
one iota. But as I pursue one path, another is always left
behind.
Heh. I fight myself. What a surprise. Constantly, constantly, the battles within myself are fought – every second, every hour, every day -- every thought, every word, every deed. What I want right now vs. what I want myself to be. What is right vs. what is most efficacious. What my impulse is vs. what my experience is. Blows thrown in anger, blows thrown in pain, blows thrown from... sheer exuberance. Sometimes I'm afraid that I may fight myself merely for the glorious pain of it all. 65. A vast, perfect hemispherical crater. At its bottom is a young woman raising her arms; whether in supplication or in warding is not clear. Have you ever killed a place? An entire world? Its heart, its spirit, *all* of its life? Burned it right out of existence? Yeah.... it's not the rush one would think it would be. Vere Asks.... 78. The diver leaps off the high cliff. The arc of her descent flows through gentle clouds which obscure the ground below. There are rocks in the shoals. The diver, lost in the glory of the dive, does not seem to care whether she clears the rocks. And then I get tired of it all and just jump. It's all going to end up badly anyway, so I might as well enjoy the fall. Besides, I can't change the past and I can't control the future. All I really have is the moment, the now. And for me, that's more than enough. 129. A young girl dressed in worn clothes
sits beneath an ancient oak tree. Her attention is focused upward, her
eyes peering into the face of another standing near. He is dressed in
leathers with a single white feather dangling from his ear.
Myself and my father. He is everything to me. He and Arden. He brought me within the Green, raised me there, taught me everything I know, trusted me, saved my life on more than one occasion and most importantly, loved me. Despite what I am. Daeon Asks... Brita Asks... Cousins' Questions unrelated to Vision Cards Jerod Asks... Conner Asks... Folly Asks... Brennan Asks... Ossian Asks... Marius Asks... Aisling Asks... |
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