The Words of WarSan (2)
November 5th 2009 01:54
So we ran.
All of the earth looked the same, through the rain, there seemed no direction, no place to run to. The sky had darked and it seemed as if the air itself had turned to shadow. I felt as if we were cursed, created to be devoured, chased, hunted. As if the darkness conspired with Kalla and all was bent under her will.
Little was I to know, it was merely Omecka's first night.
My companions and I ran until we met the sea - a tiny strip of white sand and crashing, foaming waves that looked to me like toothy jaws. Still, the rain fell. And here we were, cold in the still driving rain and the dark, driven to the sea, held in a trap.
My very nature rose up in me, the nature of Savagery. I knew not what the witch and her consort embodied, and though I knew it was true I was a part of them, I knew I was not like them. I would not stand for this. I would fight, if needs be.
It was then I noticed the cave.
It was over to my left in the curve of earth where beach met the land. I urged my companions toward it, and quickly we sheltered inside. It was strangely warm and comforting, and there was a vague luminescence in the walls that allowed us to see.
Movement waved about the entrance, and I saw plant leaves for the first time. To my utter amazement, they were growing before my eyes. Deep green, wide flat leaves, with tiny formations curling along their lengths to create larger trees. Large, dark violet blossoms, and smaller, white flowers bloomed, until finally small bunches of red spheres appeared.
Without thinking, I took one and bit into it. The sensation was impossible to describe, sweetness and nourishment flooded me and I encouraged my brothers and sisters to take fruit too.
I understood, Omecka had always intended her evolution to catch up with ours. If they had only waited....
But I knew that was false. Those would never wait. Would have chosen that path no matter how quickly Omecka provided alternatives.
Sitting with my back against the rock, third fruit in my hand, I then noticed the woman.
She was taking fruit to those who were exhausted and could not stand, stroking their faces tenderly and encouraging them to eat. Telling them it was alright. She had a grasp of language that I did not. By her very touch, she comforted, brought love. She noticed me watching her, and came towards me.
She was not tall, like Kalla and me, but not short, if we had been standing, her head would have been level with my mouth. From watching my brothers and sisters, I had noticed I was quite a bit taller than anyone else. Our skins were all of a slightly different hue, mostly variations of tarnished cream. Something I would come to know as 'tanned'. This woman had thick yellow hair, deep eyes brown as the branches the fruit grew from, and a strong wide jaw.
I realized, like me, she was weathered, sturdy.
She sat beside me, and placed a hand on my thigh. For the first time I knew the seductive sensation of touch. Something in the tilt of her head and glint in her eye moved me deep inside.
"WarSan" She whispered.
"OmTa" I answered, smiling for the first time, "You are Gentleness"
She smiled too, "I am the opposition of your Savagery."
"You are my pair"
"I am your mate"
Despite all, all that had happened and the uncertainty of what was to happen, we laughed. We clasped hands, and as we did so, smiles and laughter spread through the tribe. We had made Togetherness, Community, and as a whole we were strengthened by it.
I leaned forward and brushed her hair back, clasped her cheek in my palm and she leaned into my touch. For a moment I felt something so profound, I was almost moved to my first tears, I felt my eyes pricked in a joyous pain. "OmTa" I whispered, smelling her.
"WarSan," She whispered, "I have intuition. There is smeone on the beach who needs to speak with you."
"Will I return?"
She smiled, "Very soon, My Love" My heart leapt at her words, at the feeling behind them, My Love.....
I rose, turning my back on the gathering noise of the trible as they discovered speech, and touch, and walked on to the beach.
The rain no longer drove so hard, though the wind whipped it about. Accompanying the sound of waves was a loud sighing, something I first attributed to the sea but as I listened, seemed apart from it.
Then the rain slowed, the clouds parted, and starlight poured down on me.
I was dazzled, I was stunned, billions of tiny perfect lights glowing at me, as if speaking to me and me alone! I fell to my knees, eyes fixed on the stars above.
There was a deep chuckle, and a splash, and I realized, the clouds had not parted for me to see the stars. They had parted for me to use their light to see something else.
It was a reflection I saw first. Stars reflected in a concave surface, something apart from the mirror of the sea. Then it moved, it rose above me, lifted by a long glittering neck of....scales.
As it spoke, as its mouth moved, all the parts I could not put together formed into a massive head with two huge glittering eyes each as large as my own skull.
"WarSan," She said, in a trilling tone, as if water had spoken, "I am Sharneeshi, the sea serpent. I live in the womb waters of mother Omecka"
I remained on my knees in homage and she laughed, wriggled in the sand, for her form was so large she was almost completely beeched in the shallows, "Hallow me not as a God WarSan, you and your kind are too quick to form allegences to those you would call Gods!" And her long, fin like ears flickered with humour.
I smiled. I found myself liking her very much.
"Sharneeshi," I said, "You are Transcendance"
"Ah!" She exclaimed, like a delighted child, I swear, if she had had hands, she would have clapped. Instead, she wriggled, making spalshes, "You need not the intuition of your Wife, Great Chief. Your knowledge and deduction serve you well enough!"
I frowned, "Chief?"
"Things are coming WarSan," she related to me urgently, "Great and beautiful things. You shall have an important part to play. I am to tell you that my sister comes, She shall come like a blazing star, the saviour, and prophetess, though, all we Dragons are prophets"
"Dragon?' I whispered.
She cocked her head to the side. "Well. I am not a dragon. Not exactly. I am a sea serpent. I have no limbs, no claws, no wings. I need none. I live in Om's womb waters. so I stay, so I remain. I transcend the need for such form. But you shall meet dragons soon enough great chief, very soon. What you see here is Omecka's first night. Soon you shall see Omecka's first day. She turns, she becomes, and in three days time you shall return to the Castle of Goldenstone to meet your destiny. "
"And will I meet you again in this great destiny, oh lovely sea serpent?"
"Perhaps. Your people shall be land dwellers, not fishers, who shall know me well. But if you come to the beach below the Crystal Peaks, you may see me there. I should like to converse with you once destiny is set and sure, Great Chief."
"And I you, lovely Sharneeshi." I reached up a hand, and she placed the immense tip of her nose in my palm. It was hard, and smooth. By the light of the stars I saw her scales patterned blue and green. A part of the sea.
"Until we again meet ...."
"Until we again meet..."
"Walk the way of Om" we said the final in unision.
She flipped, turned, and in a flurry of movement and splashing water, she disappeared.
All of the earth looked the same, through the rain, there seemed no direction, no place to run to. The sky had darked and it seemed as if the air itself had turned to shadow. I felt as if we were cursed, created to be devoured, chased, hunted. As if the darkness conspired with Kalla and all was bent under her will.
Little was I to know, it was merely Omecka's first night.
My companions and I ran until we met the sea - a tiny strip of white sand and crashing, foaming waves that looked to me like toothy jaws. Still, the rain fell. And here we were, cold in the still driving rain and the dark, driven to the sea, held in a trap.
My very nature rose up in me, the nature of Savagery. I knew not what the witch and her consort embodied, and though I knew it was true I was a part of them, I knew I was not like them. I would not stand for this. I would fight, if needs be.
It was then I noticed the cave.
It was over to my left in the curve of earth where beach met the land. I urged my companions toward it, and quickly we sheltered inside. It was strangely warm and comforting, and there was a vague luminescence in the walls that allowed us to see.
Movement waved about the entrance, and I saw plant leaves for the first time. To my utter amazement, they were growing before my eyes. Deep green, wide flat leaves, with tiny formations curling along their lengths to create larger trees. Large, dark violet blossoms, and smaller, white flowers bloomed, until finally small bunches of red spheres appeared.
Without thinking, I took one and bit into it. The sensation was impossible to describe, sweetness and nourishment flooded me and I encouraged my brothers and sisters to take fruit too.
I understood, Omecka had always intended her evolution to catch up with ours. If they had only waited....
But I knew that was false. Those would never wait. Would have chosen that path no matter how quickly Omecka provided alternatives.
Sitting with my back against the rock, third fruit in my hand, I then noticed the woman.
She was taking fruit to those who were exhausted and could not stand, stroking their faces tenderly and encouraging them to eat. Telling them it was alright. She had a grasp of language that I did not. By her very touch, she comforted, brought love. She noticed me watching her, and came towards me.
She was not tall, like Kalla and me, but not short, if we had been standing, her head would have been level with my mouth. From watching my brothers and sisters, I had noticed I was quite a bit taller than anyone else. Our skins were all of a slightly different hue, mostly variations of tarnished cream. Something I would come to know as 'tanned'. This woman had thick yellow hair, deep eyes brown as the branches the fruit grew from, and a strong wide jaw.
I realized, like me, she was weathered, sturdy.
She sat beside me, and placed a hand on my thigh. For the first time I knew the seductive sensation of touch. Something in the tilt of her head and glint in her eye moved me deep inside.
"WarSan" She whispered.
"OmTa" I answered, smiling for the first time, "You are Gentleness"
She smiled too, "I am the opposition of your Savagery."
"You are my pair"
"I am your mate"
Despite all, all that had happened and the uncertainty of what was to happen, we laughed. We clasped hands, and as we did so, smiles and laughter spread through the tribe. We had made Togetherness, Community, and as a whole we were strengthened by it.
I leaned forward and brushed her hair back, clasped her cheek in my palm and she leaned into my touch. For a moment I felt something so profound, I was almost moved to my first tears, I felt my eyes pricked in a joyous pain. "OmTa" I whispered, smelling her.
"WarSan," She whispered, "I have intuition. There is smeone on the beach who needs to speak with you."
"Will I return?"
She smiled, "Very soon, My Love" My heart leapt at her words, at the feeling behind them, My Love.....
I rose, turning my back on the gathering noise of the trible as they discovered speech, and touch, and walked on to the beach.
The rain no longer drove so hard, though the wind whipped it about. Accompanying the sound of waves was a loud sighing, something I first attributed to the sea but as I listened, seemed apart from it.
Then the rain slowed, the clouds parted, and starlight poured down on me.
I was dazzled, I was stunned, billions of tiny perfect lights glowing at me, as if speaking to me and me alone! I fell to my knees, eyes fixed on the stars above.
There was a deep chuckle, and a splash, and I realized, the clouds had not parted for me to see the stars. They had parted for me to use their light to see something else.
It was a reflection I saw first. Stars reflected in a concave surface, something apart from the mirror of the sea. Then it moved, it rose above me, lifted by a long glittering neck of....scales.
As it spoke, as its mouth moved, all the parts I could not put together formed into a massive head with two huge glittering eyes each as large as my own skull.
"WarSan," She said, in a trilling tone, as if water had spoken, "I am Sharneeshi, the sea serpent. I live in the womb waters of mother Omecka"
I remained on my knees in homage and she laughed, wriggled in the sand, for her form was so large she was almost completely beeched in the shallows, "Hallow me not as a God WarSan, you and your kind are too quick to form allegences to those you would call Gods!" And her long, fin like ears flickered with humour.
I smiled. I found myself liking her very much.
"Sharneeshi," I said, "You are Transcendance"
"Ah!" She exclaimed, like a delighted child, I swear, if she had had hands, she would have clapped. Instead, she wriggled, making spalshes, "You need not the intuition of your Wife, Great Chief. Your knowledge and deduction serve you well enough!"
I frowned, "Chief?"
"Things are coming WarSan," she related to me urgently, "Great and beautiful things. You shall have an important part to play. I am to tell you that my sister comes, She shall come like a blazing star, the saviour, and prophetess, though, all we Dragons are prophets"
"Dragon?' I whispered.
She cocked her head to the side. "Well. I am not a dragon. Not exactly. I am a sea serpent. I have no limbs, no claws, no wings. I need none. I live in Om's womb waters. so I stay, so I remain. I transcend the need for such form. But you shall meet dragons soon enough great chief, very soon. What you see here is Omecka's first night. Soon you shall see Omecka's first day. She turns, she becomes, and in three days time you shall return to the Castle of Goldenstone to meet your destiny. "
"And will I meet you again in this great destiny, oh lovely sea serpent?"
"Perhaps. Your people shall be land dwellers, not fishers, who shall know me well. But if you come to the beach below the Crystal Peaks, you may see me there. I should like to converse with you once destiny is set and sure, Great Chief."
"And I you, lovely Sharneeshi." I reached up a hand, and she placed the immense tip of her nose in my palm. It was hard, and smooth. By the light of the stars I saw her scales patterned blue and green. A part of the sea.
"Until we again meet ...."
"Until we again meet..."
"Walk the way of Om" we said the final in unision.
She flipped, turned, and in a flurry of movement and splashing water, she disappeared.
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