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levityAs I've said.
Actually, it's the start of the project I dreamed of. I thought it was actually passable. Someone correct me.
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In a world of fire and shadows and stars there are two figures.
No, that is wrong, since the world is not just fire and shadows and stars, but whatever else there is is invisible at the first glance, at a glance aided only by the flickering light of the flames and the sparse light of the stars. For a visitor at that particular time at that particular moment it is a world of fire and shadows and stars, and of those two figures whose voices ring in the air.
"Well?" asked one of the figures. She was the more visible, being seated next to the fire. Odd-colored eyes stared into the flames, eyes that were seagreen and silver and sapphire-blue and seemed to will those flames to flicker, to jump, to spread across the wood set as fuel.
"Well what?" deamnded the other, who seemed little more than a dark hulk, in a voice colder and harsher than the dead of winter. "Another one of your brilliant plans is going down the drain, Pacifica, and don't give your excuses since you know it's all your fault. We wouldn't be in this mess if you'd listened to me."
"Listened to you when? When you declared another ambitious politician as dangerous and sought to kill him? When you said, for the millionth time, that a threat should be nipped in the bud? If we listened to you all the time we'd have a mountain of corpses at our feet, almost nothing left to protect, and no right to protect anything that managed to slip from our rule." The first figure, Pacifica, obviously had great contempt for the second one.
"Isabella saw what would happen, she foresaw this draining of magic, these massacres, these invasions. And you chose to ignore her visions! If you'd listened to me we might have had a mountain of corpses at our feet but that-" here she used a word in a strange tongu that was no doubt uncomplimentary "-has killed many more and will continue to do so. If we had killed all those politicians millions of lives-lives of more or less innocent people, lives that could have contributed to the multiverse- could have been spared."
"That doesn't justify the killing."
"We can't choose to leave burning a fire in a city without bothering about the people there just because we're not sure how many it will kill." The vehemence in the cold voice was almost tangible.
"First and foremost, Li, your example is wrong, since humans aren't equivalent to fire-"
"Oh, sorry, I was insulting fire, I forgot."
"Lia, shut up!"
"I will not shut up! Those humans I am comparing to fire are similar to it in their functions. All they do is kill and consume and destroy."
"Lia. Each soul, no matter how evil, is still revocable."
"You think so?"
An ironic smile crossed the face of the girl near the fire. "I know so. You're living proof of that."
Scorn, anger, maybe even hatred possessed the voice of the dark second figure. She glared into the eyes of the other girl, light lavender eyes glowing in the night, and the other girl, biting her lip, turned back to the fire. "Am I really? Somehow, I don't think you believe that. Why did you follow me here, then?"
A marked silence followed these words. The girl called Lia stood up. "You thought I'd go and kill him, didn't you?"
Pacifica's voice was faltering. "Well... I..."
Lia turned her back on the flames, but in the few seconds between facing Pacifica and turning around light danced across her face to reveal skeletal gauntness and a bitter expression. "Pax, I know for a fact that you don't trust me, so why not put it out open? You think I'm going to kill him-"
Pacifica interrupted Lia. "Don't tell me I'm wrong!"
"You don't tell me I'm wrong! If you've actually seen what he's did-"
"I no longer wear rose-tainted glasses, Li, don't talk to me like that-"
"You never saw people being tortured for crimes they didn't commit, you never saw children being forced to work in goldmines to the point of death, you never saw the holy rivers of Ixestair covered up and the ancient forests torched just for some useless palace. But you feel it, don't you, Princess Pacifica Aellairie? Your powers, rooted in nature, diminish with the destruction of nature. So why don't you want me to kill him?"
The rustling of trees and the flapping of wings resonated in this world, and a third figure landed from the skies. "I was afraid someone'd get torn apart."
"We have more self-control than that, Anna," Pacifica said, standing up as well and throwing a condemning glance at Lia. "Or at least I do."
The third figure strode into the radius of the firelight, and walked on till she was facing the side of the hill beside the fire. "I was worried about Our Glorious Beloved Dictator, actually."
Her fingers touched the hillside, and a hole opened in it, a hole that glowed pale blue against the lengthening shadows.
For the first time Lia's voice was devoid of any ill feeling. "I didn't know the crypt reached till here."
The third figure had already stepped through the glowing hole. "The crypt reached till wherever I want it to reach."
Lia stepped through the hole as well, not waiting for Pacifica. "And what do you have to show us?"
Anna's silver eyes scanned the carvings on the wall, and gently touched one of them. "A scene twenty years ago in the city of Enteril in the planet of Ixestair."
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In a world of fire and shadows and stars there are two figures.
No, that is wrong, since the world is not just fire and shadows and stars, but whatever else there is is invisible at the first glance, at a glance aided only by the flickering light of the flames and the sparse light of the stars. For a visitor at that particular time at that particular moment it is a world of fire and shadows and stars, and of those two figures whose voices ring in the air.
"Well?" asked one of the figures. She was the more visible, being seated next to the fire. Odd-colored eyes stared into the flames, eyes that were seagreen and silver and sapphire-blue and seemed to will those flames to flicker, to jump, to spread across the wood set as fuel.
"Well what?" deamnded the other, who seemed little more than a dark hulk, in a voice colder and harsher than the dead of winter. "Another one of your brilliant plans is going down the drain, Pacifica, and don't give your excuses since you know it's all your fault. We wouldn't be in this mess if you'd listened to me."
"Listened to you when? When you declared another ambitious politician as dangerous and sought to kill him? When you said, for the millionth time, that a threat should be nipped in the bud? If we listened to you all the time we'd have a mountain of corpses at our feet, almost nothing left to protect, and no right to protect anything that managed to slip from our rule." The first figure, Pacifica, obviously had great contempt for the second one.
"Isabella saw what would happen, she foresaw this draining of magic, these massacres, these invasions. And you chose to ignore her visions! If you'd listened to me we might have had a mountain of corpses at our feet but that-" here she used a word in a strange tongu that was no doubt uncomplimentary "-has killed many more and will continue to do so. If we had killed all those politicians millions of lives-lives of more or less innocent people, lives that could have contributed to the multiverse- could have been spared."
"That doesn't justify the killing."
"We can't choose to leave burning a fire in a city without bothering about the people there just because we're not sure how many it will kill." The vehemence in the cold voice was almost tangible.
"First and foremost, Li, your example is wrong, since humans aren't equivalent to fire-"
"Oh, sorry, I was insulting fire, I forgot."
"Lia, shut up!"
"I will not shut up! Those humans I am comparing to fire are similar to it in their functions. All they do is kill and consume and destroy."
"Lia. Each soul, no matter how evil, is still revocable."
"You think so?"
An ironic smile crossed the face of the girl near the fire. "I know so. You're living proof of that."
Scorn, anger, maybe even hatred possessed the voice of the dark second figure. She glared into the eyes of the other girl, light lavender eyes glowing in the night, and the other girl, biting her lip, turned back to the fire. "Am I really? Somehow, I don't think you believe that. Why did you follow me here, then?"
A marked silence followed these words. The girl called Lia stood up. "You thought I'd go and kill him, didn't you?"
Pacifica's voice was faltering. "Well... I..."
Lia turned her back on the flames, but in the few seconds between facing Pacifica and turning around light danced across her face to reveal skeletal gauntness and a bitter expression. "Pax, I know for a fact that you don't trust me, so why not put it out open? You think I'm going to kill him-"
Pacifica interrupted Lia. "Don't tell me I'm wrong!"
"You don't tell me I'm wrong! If you've actually seen what he's did-"
"I no longer wear rose-tainted glasses, Li, don't talk to me like that-"
"You never saw people being tortured for crimes they didn't commit, you never saw children being forced to work in goldmines to the point of death, you never saw the holy rivers of Ixestair covered up and the ancient forests torched just for some useless palace. But you feel it, don't you, Princess Pacifica Aellairie? Your powers, rooted in nature, diminish with the destruction of nature. So why don't you want me to kill him?"
The rustling of trees and the flapping of wings resonated in this world, and a third figure landed from the skies. "I was afraid someone'd get torn apart."
"We have more self-control than that, Anna," Pacifica said, standing up as well and throwing a condemning glance at Lia. "Or at least I do."
The third figure strode into the radius of the firelight, and walked on till she was facing the side of the hill beside the fire. "I was worried about Our Glorious Beloved Dictator, actually."
Her fingers touched the hillside, and a hole opened in it, a hole that glowed pale blue against the lengthening shadows.
For the first time Lia's voice was devoid of any ill feeling. "I didn't know the crypt reached till here."
The third figure had already stepped through the glowing hole. "The crypt reached till wherever I want it to reach."
Lia stepped through the hole as well, not waiting for Pacifica. "And what do you have to show us?"
Anna's silver eyes scanned the carvings on the wall, and gently touched one of them. "A scene twenty years ago in the city of Enteril in the planet of Ixestair."
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Actually, it's the start of the project I dreamed of. I thought it was actually passable. Someone correct me.
jillyy!!!
Date: April 25th, 2007 03:32 am (UTC)(pahabol)
musta na kau ni, january february march april may june july, AUGUST!??hahaha