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Zero Hour (part 6)

Tinamou watched as Judash studied the ground before them. For the past two weeks they had been tracking Zerosta across this barren wasteland. She still didn’t know how he had made it this far, but obviously Zerosta was more capable than she first thought. What really surprised her though was Judash’ unerring ability to follow the smallest sign in the land. It all seemed the same to her, yet he was able to note with certainty which path Zerosta took. Perhaps it just seemed that way. To her they had taken a straight path north. The odds were in their favor that Zerosta took the same path.

A few minutes later Judash stood up. He signaled Tinamou and Jaxes over to his side.

 

From their vantage point to the north, Stantion shifted. He could see the movement below. Tec had been right. There was someone else down there. He began to lift his weapon when he felt the hand on his shoulder. Glancing up, he found himself staring at Tec.

“No Stantion. We will go down and talk to them. At least I will talk to them. You will watch. Pay attention and you may learn something. Perhaps you will even see something that I missed.”

As Stantion rose to his feet, Tec headed across killing field towards the three. He noticed how they flinched at the sudden appearance of the Kin. At least the two humans did. The third only appeared to flinch. Tec smiled to himself. Judash was more adept at hiding his feelings than he had previously given credit for. This would be interesting.

 

Tinamou watched with growing trepidation as the two figures approached from the north. She couldn’t put a finger on it, but something was screaming at her, telling her to flee quickly. But it was already too late. The whole trip up, she had developed a bad feeling about Judash. Something was wrong and she instinctively felt the hunt for Zerosta was wrong, yet she never spoke up. Now this…She feared she had walked into a viper’s pit. She also understood that if her feelings were correct, fleeing would be the worst thing she could do. So, she stood her ground and promised to keep her eyes and ears open. Whatever was going on, she would figure it out. Moments later the two had arrived.

“Hello there strangers. I’m Tec. This is my son Stantion. What brings you this way?”

“Part legend, part myth brings us Tec. Have you ever heard of the travelling man? Well, these two are from his village. We are following his trail. He came into the wasteland after his village was attacked. I helped these two flee their captives and here we are. My name is Judash. This is Jaxes, and this Tinamou.”

As Judash introduced each, he made a small gesture to each of his companions. Tec nodded to each in turn.

“It seems we are not far behind him…perhaps less than a day. He seems to have lain in the dirt here for a while, and then for some reason diverted his direction and headed west. I was about to tell my companions when you appeared.”

“You’re lucky we found you and not some of the roving bands of killer men. As you can see from those two unfortunates they are in the area.”

Tec motioned towards the bodies of the two he had killed less than a day before. He knew it. There was another human down here! Better yet, it was the prophesized one. He had been within his sights and then vanished! Damn all the gods that would allow such an occurrence. He couldn’t understand how the travelling man avoided detection the day before, especially where he had walked so very close to him, yet he did. However, the gods seemed to favor him again. Judash would help them track down this harbinger of death and they would finally be free of the wicked prophesy. Man will never rise. The Kin and the Others will rule this land.

“Perhaps we can be of service. You will need someone to help in your search. We know the land. We can defend against the rovers. We will help you find this man.”

Judash stared for a minute at the Kin. What were they planning? He knew Tec. He had dealt with him on many an occasion, but he couldn’t figure out why he spun that tail of rovers. To Judash it was obvious that Tec himself had killed those two humans. But of course! He couldn’t let the humans with Judash know this. He wanted to find the travelling man as well. He wanted his head too. Perhaps working together, they could kill him? It would be worth working with Tec again just on the outside chance of success.

“We would greatly appreciate the help. Wouldn’t we?”

The last half he addressed to Tinamou and Jaxes. Both readily agreed, though Tinamou still kept her worries to herself.

 

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From a rise to the south, Marcant’ny watched as his brother crouched, examining the ground. The two humans still travelled with him. Those fools! They had believed the story handed to them by Judash. They truly thought he was their friend. He wasn’t. The name should have warned them, but sadly, it seemed so much of their own history was forgotten by man.

Judash was deviously cunning. It was his intelligence, more than brute strength that he employed when dealing with humans. Always with the same goal in mind: to find the travelling man and kill him. Marcant’ny shuddered to think of how many times the ruse had worked. Still, it hadn’t produced the travelling man, though somehow Marcant’ny knew this time would be different.

He had just come to the conclusion that he must kill Judash. He must free those humans with him before they found the prophesized one. But would the humans believe he was their savior? Would they see him as an Other and think that he was there to bring them back, rather than save them? He didn’t know, but he had to try. It was as simple as that. He must give the travelling man a chance to fulfill his destiny. But then the opportunity was gone. Or, more precisely, it never existed and perhaps the deities were watching out for him.

As he started to rise, intent on making a mad killing rush at his brother, the two Kin approached from the north. He would never get close before they put a bullet through his heart. So, Marcant’ny crouched down and continued his vigil. Eventually he would get a chance to avert catastrophy.

 

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When Zero awoke, he found himself on the outskirts of what remained of a town. Not a single building still stood, though the remnants could be seen all around. Slowly he wandered through the rubble, not really knowing just what he was looking for. Eventually he came to a hillside, where half-way up he noticed a large opening. Quickly he ascended until he stood before a huge cavern. Somehow he knew what he was looking for was inside, so, with not a small amount of fear he slowly entered.

Light seemed to enter the cavern from two locations. One, the entrance he stood in, and the other somewhere high above, perhaps on the plateau of the hill. Slowly Zero entered, letting his eyes grow accustomed to the limited light.

He walked for what seemed like hours, yet was perhaps closer to fifteen minutes when he became aware of eyes watching him. He froze in place, only his eyes glancing left and right, searching for his watcher, yet nothing appeared.

“Silly human and your feeble magic! What brings you to this place? Speak up now. I know you are there! I need not see you to be able to crush you where you stand.”

Zero’s jaw dropped! What did it mean by magic? Why would it crush him? He barely could stammer one word out, but then he regained some of his composure.

“Magic? I don’t know what you are talking about. Magic doesn’t exist.”

“Of course magic exists! I just told you that you were using it, right? Magic has always existed, though few understood what it really is. It is the ability of humans, and some other creatures, to affect the world around them, using only their minds. You are doing so right now, making yourself invisible. At least you are invisible to eyes. I can tell you are there because I smell you, and I hear your heart beat. Now why are you here?”

Zero’s heart beat faster. What was this creature that could hear his heart beating? Not knowing what else to do, he answered the question.

“My grandfather told me to come to this land. He said I must find a way to free my people from their enslavement. I want to free them. I want to kill all the Others, to prevent them from ever threatening my people again.”

“Well, which is it? Do you wish to free your people, or are you more concerned with killing the Others?”

“I can’t succeed at one without accomplishing the other. If I don’t kill the Others, they will just enslave my people again. By killing them, I save my people.”

“Perhaps. What if I told you there were weapons buried in this hill? Weapons that are like the ones which created the firestorms that swept over this land? Would you use these weapons against the Others? Would you use them knowing that in doing so you would also be killing your own people? After all, death is a release from slavery. That would succeed in achieving the goals you’ve stated. It would also fulfill the prophecy you mentioned. It does state the travelling man will be like the firestorms. That he will end all that was. Is that what you wish?”

Zero stood horrified. “No. I don’t want to destroy everything! I just want freedom for my people. Is that a bad thing? How else can I guarantee their freedom?”

“Just because someone is born as one thing does not mean they will be that thing. Are all humans alike? Do all humans agree on everything? Do you all react the same way? No. You are individuals. You have your own wants and desires. Every other inhabitant of this planet are the same way. They have their desires. They have their fears. Perhaps some even have goals similar to your own.”

“Yes, it is important to stand strong in the face of oppression! Yes, freedom is a precious right. Yet, it is a right of everyone, not just humans. You must not only stand fast against aggression. You must be willing and able to accept help from wherever it may come, even if it is from an Other. Otherwise you are no better than they are. You become what you hate the most. You become despotic. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know. It sort of makes sense, but I have never met an Other that felt this way. They’ve all attacked with such ferocity.”

“Think of it this way, they too have heard the prophecy. They fear it means their annihilation. If you back a dog up against a wall, with no chance of escape, it will fight with all it has. It will fight to the death, even knowing it will die. Just like you are feeling that you should fight to the death. The Others will be no different. If you give them no opportunity to retreat, then they will act as you see. They will fight, knowing no other choice is available. More blood will be shed that way. More death will follow. Perhaps it would lead to the end that the Others fear? Or perhaps, by giving that opportunity to retreat, you show another option. One that may lead to cooperation and mutual survival. You would forever end wars by providing a glimpse into a different existence. You would deliver freedom to all.”

“I think I understand. It still does not change things. I must free my people. Whatever the cost, I will pay so long as they are free.”

“I do not ask you to do that, chosen one. I only ask that you do not lead us all to destruction. I see the beginning of wisdom in you. I see much potential. You bring hope for brighter days. I will help you. Together, perhaps we will usher in a golden age; one where all living creatures can be free.”

With that, the speaker stepped forth into the feeble light. Zero felt his eyes widen to unbelievable proportions as his mind tried to come to grips with what stood before him.

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2011 in stories

 

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Illusory (5 minute poetry)

Illusory

As I wander through the streets of life,
I watch as history repeats (rewrites) itself;
and I wonder what is real. Do we even know?
Could we even know? Is everything as it seems,
or is life nothing but a dream?

Will I wake up tomorrow, to see nothing changed?
Or perhaps my blinders shall be shed,
and the illusory reality of our lives be proven false.
I’ll see with newfound clarity
that what I thought was true was never ever so,
and yet what I knew in my heart was false
turns out to be the only truth left.

Time moves forward…tomorrow will come,
this life will end, and so to the dream.
That’s one truth that holds for all, not some;
maybe then true peace will reign supreme.

© January 7, 2011 CRF

 

I wrote this for a 5 minute poetry challenge given by the Alabaster and Mercury group on facebook. The topic was illusory.

 
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Hope Springs Eternally (XVI)

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Humanity stands on the precipice
Of love and hate…life and death.
Perched between destiny and free will,
Eager for what the future may hold.

Searching within their souls
Perchance to find a reason,
Reality is what we make it.
Indeed, it is up to us and
Not just mere happenstance that
Governs our decisions.
Stand up and shout!

Energize yourselves to the possibilities
That surround us each day.
Envelop the beauty that you see
Right there in front of you.
Never focus solely on the that which is wrong.
Although it might seem so overwhelming,
Life is truly there for the taking.
Love is there for the sharing.
Yes! It is never-ending!

© September 16, 2010 CRF

 
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Attack of the Dust Bunnies (XIII)

Attack of the Dust Bunnies

Dust bunnies clutter my mind
with banality, undefined
and I’m trapped within this bind,
without my thoughts—left behind.

For nothing is real, it’s all a dream,
the good…the bad, nothing’s as it seems.
So my mind, stretches at the seams,
trying to catch the hidden mean(ing).

I just want the truth…I need it;
to find something in this world that fits.
Searching for a clue amongst the exhibits,
my mind drifts…I’m forced to quit.

For in this day, I lack my poetry;
writing seems forced—without clarity.
Must I fade away…into obscurity?
Alone, ‘cept for the multiplying dust bunnies.

© September 13, 2010 CRF

 
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These Words (IX)

These Words

I sit in wonder, as the words flow
from my mind, onto the page.
Words born from the ether
of imagination; borne unto the world.
And yet, even as they flow free,
blooming from their dormancy,
I wonder…what they mean.
And so, the seeds of doubt are sown,
by the demon buried deep within.
Seeds that I know will only fester
in the darkness of my insecurities.
I wonder, if these words are worth saving.
Even so, I write, for I can do nothing else;
I write…and pray they hold meaning
that I can no longer see,
for the demon has blinded me.
I spew out the words
onto the page, as though they’re gibberish,
and pray this language I speak,
still exists in the mind of you.

© September 9, 2010 CRF

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This was inspired by the wonderful Spirit Wild Chronicles blog that can be found at http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=43333579&blogId=538974264

 
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The Moth and the Tomb Raider

The Moth and the Tomb Raider

Alone and cold, I sat in my earthen cell,
shut off from the heartache and pain
I knew the world held—just for me.
And yet, my spirit fluttered to and fro
searching, ever searching
for something I could not explain.
But I was safe…
Until, off in the distance,
I heard echoing footsteps;
as you drew nearer.
You navigated the pitfalls
and hidden traps
I had strewn across these catacombs,
like a seasoned tomb raider,
easily finding the path
to where my heart and soul lay.
And then, a pinprick of light appeared,
breaking the monotony of the black
that surrounded me.
My spirit quickened…
and the light grew the closer you came.
The light of your love, burst into flame
and my spirit, unable to contain
excitement within, flew right to it.
You gathered up my heart,
tucking it into your pocket.
You caressed my soul,
and clasped it around your neck
so its end hung down
right over your heart
and I was home.

You brought me out of that prison
into a world so bright and free.
Gave me love—I never thought I deserved.
Through your persistence,
you showed me all life holds—for us.
And so, now you’re in my every thought,
whether awake or not.
You’ve insinuated yourself
into me…and I’m happy…
for the first time that I can remember.
And now…the fire burns within;
I yearn to learn all that is you.
I desire to discover—your innermost thoughts.
I pray that eternity is long enough
to uncover the complexity of you.

For it was you who rescued me;
and it’s time for us to see
what this true love—was meant to be.

© August 23, 2010 CRF

 
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Salvation Comes

Salvation Comes.

In a world gone awry, I try
to find an inner peace
whilst all around people wail—cry
praying torment shall cease.
For all suffer vindictive man
never knowing about the plan.
For all suffer…
for all suffer
when will this pain come to an end?

In a world gone awry, I try
to find meaning in this
as evil lives on, the good die.
Nightmares spawn from lost bliss.
Shadows cover love inside pain
as storm clouds roll in with the rain
shadows cover.
Shadows cover…
I wonder, can hate be restrained?

In a world gone awry, I try
to find the path to you;
to escape this hell full of lies
to find joy amongst few.
Love will conquer, all of our doubts
amongst adulation’s wild shouts
Love will conquer.
LOVE will conquer
bringing peace to a world of bouts.

© August 15, 2010 CRF

 
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