Twilight

Saturday, October 25th, 2014

In whispers,
I have heard them say.
Like night and day
we can never be together,
again.
Yet, if I may
I live this moment
and every other day,
hoping to
catch a glimpse,
of that brilliant smile.
Catch a hint,
of that effortless stride.
Catch a whiff,
of that scent in the wind.
Catch a sliver,
of that temper wild
and revel in it’s fiery warmth
as I once did.
As I have not done in time.
As I will one day again,
when you are mine.

In whispers,
I have heard them say.
Like day and night
Try as we might,
like the sun and stars,
Forever we are marred
with a gulf between us,
marked deep in twilight.
I have lived these years
facing old fears.
Holding close and dear
all you were, to me.
A fading memory.
All I have left
a dull aching pain,
that lingers.
A seething anger
proud and vain,
That keeps you alive in my mind.
Keeps me sane.
burning deep, awaiting that instant,
I see you again.

In whispers,
I have heard them say
Like dark and light,
never shall we unite
but if ever I trust,
in fates unjust.
As sure as rain
the time will come,
when you and I will be together,  again.

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In dying light

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

Log 67A45890

Eyes Only.

Restricted Access: Establishment 23, Tier 3.

 

File Begin

To <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

From<CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

<4th May, 1999>

Sub: On top of the world

Dearest Tarini,

 

I hope this mail finds you in good health. Three months without you seems like eternity. This place is so beautiful. I wish you were here to see it with me. When the sun rises up from behind those snowcapped peaks and fills the world with red and orange, warmth becomes something you can see reflected all around. I’ve managed to catch my fair share of sunrises. How are things in Noida? I hope Dad and Mom are doing fine. My CO is a little hard on us sometimes but he is a fair man. One cannot ask for more. Please tell everyone to rest easy.

 

Alright, got to head out now. Got another dig coming up with the Science team. We keep uncovering more and more. There is something big buried under this ancient ice, fancy that?

 

I wonder how they built the damn thing.

 

Reply soon.

 

Love,

Capt. Harish Shivanarayan

4 Mahar Regiment

To <CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

From <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

<16th May, 1999>

 

Sub: Re: On top of the world

 

Dear Harish,

 

Harish, we are all really worried about you. The news is breaking the story again and again about a massed infiltration in the Dras and Kargil areas by militants. The Army is mounting an operation to clear them. Is that why you have been there for so many months? Why can’t you just tell me what you are there for?

 

I am so scared with this whole thing Harish. Please, just come back safe.

 

Promise me.

 

Love,

Tarini

To <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

From<CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

<22nd May, 1999>

 

Sub: Re: Re: On top of the world

 

Dearest Taru,

 

I must say I am surprised with this news. I checked with my superiors and they confirmed the infiltration in the Kargil and Dras heights. We however, are here on a separate mission Taru. It has nothing to do with fighting militants. All I can tell you is that this is a scientific expedition. We are here with all sorts of experts and there is absolutely no fighting going on.

 

Besides, the Army will take care of the infiltration. Trust in us.

 

We have almost uncovered the find. It looks like a statue but its proportions defy logic, its full size is beyond what I can imagine. The whole place looked like something out of a sci fi movie – blue light reflecting off the icewalls that surrounded the statue. Reminded me of my dream. Oh yeah, I have been having those dreams again. Remember the ones I told you about in college?

 

I’m guessing it’s probably just the stress.

 

Love,

Capt. Harish Shivanarayan

4 Mahar Regiment

To <CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

From <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

<23rd May, 1999>

 

Sub: Re: Re: Re: On top of the world

 

Harish,

 

The infiltration is much larger than they earlier speculated. They found Pakistani Army soldiers fighting with the militants.  How can you say you are not involved? You are right there in the danger zone.

 

What are you doing there Harish? Be careful. Please, please be careful.

 

Since last night I have been having some weird dreams too. Do you still have the pills Mukherji Uncle gave you? Remember to have them if the nightmares get worse.

 

Love,

Tarini

To <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

From<CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

<24th May, 1999>

 

Sub: All good.

 

Dearest Taru,

 

I’m alright. Well, not alright but I am unhurt.  The Science team did their job all too well. Remember that statue I told you about? Well, they have excavated the entire thing and it is gigantic. It looked like a statue of some primitive beast-like God. I don’t really know how to put this across so I’ll just say it.

 

I touched the statue.

 

And when I did, I dreamed my dream again. Only this time I wasn’t asleep. Apparently, I just sat down in the snow staring into the horizon for a good ten minutes or so. The men were worried about my health and I had to see the Doctor about it. But I saw my dream Taru. I saw it in such vivid detail. It is hard to explain but I’m starting to remember things I should not know. And I suspect these dreams of mine might not be dreams after all.

 

Doctor says it’s a case of snowblindness and cabin fever wrapped in one neat package. At least that’s what he says is wrong with me. But I’m not the only one behaving strangely here. We havent been able to raise HQ in three days. Even the VSAT works only for five minutes in a day. If I’m lucky this mail will find that five minute window. I am certain now…we are not alone in the snow out here. Someone…something is keeping an eye on us out here.

 

I only hope I can see my dream to its end. It all seems so familiar, even when I am seeing it for the first time.

 

Love,

Harish

 

To <CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

From <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

<1st June, 1999>

 

Sub: Re: All good.

 

Harish, you sound terrible in your last mail? Are you alright? Please don’t talk like that. You are always so positive…if you start talking like that, I will fall to pieces.

 

I keep seeing the terrible things happening to our soldiers. The news goes on and on about how they are mutilating even their dead bodies. I keep thinking I will get a phone call asking me to identify your remains. Mrs. Sangla got the call yesterday. You remember Major Sangla? They cut out his eyes, nose and even the ears. She had to identify the body like that. Poor woman.

 

I keep going back to my dreams Harish and they all end the same way. All I see is red snow. Red snow and you drowning in it.

 

I’m scared.

 

Love,

Taru

Nest.23.gov.in

<6th June, 1999>

 

Sub: Quarantine

 

Identified line out. All relevant connections included. Engage quarantine procedure alpha 5 and close at earliest. Close all included connections, Priority 1.

 

<Padmini>

To <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>

From<CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

<9th June, 1999>

 

Sub: Re: Re: All good

 

Taru,

 

I dont have much time but I will try and tell you all I can.

 

There are no Pakistanis here. Yet we are definitely being hunted. Last night we lost three people. We later found one in the snow…half eaten.  The CO had a major argument with the head of the Science team today. It got physical. Although the boss hasn’t told us anything, we all heard the shouting. He blames the Science team for this. That statue, it seems to have done something…and not just to me… The men whisper of ghosts and demons in the snow. Our 2IC thinks the Chinese have surrounded us. Our CO is convinced we have a murderer within our midst. As for me, I’m not so sure. I don’t think our enemy is human or even real.  Nor am I sure I care anymore…all I can bring myself to care about are those dreams.

 

Taru, you know I have had these dreams since I was four? They just never progressed this far. I always woke up…always. But now its getting harder to wake up from them. Sometimes the dream hits me in full force while I am walking or standing. One minute I am staring at the endless white of the snow and the next moment, I am there.

 

And it always starts the same way.

 

I look up and the sky is red with dark clouds. I look down and the ground seems far away. There is a battle on the horizon. And I am wearing this strange armor. Around me are others like me, kings all. Each wearing the armor of giants. The roar of our armies fills the skies. When I move, my armor moves. My army moves. I can see them, see each of their faces, see their faith in me, their belief in me. I can feel this pure faith funnelled through an intricate web of temples, statues and sacred shrines. Tapping in to our innermost and most frightening power. Thus, bound and amplified, it is fed directly into my armor. Power, enough to devour Suns flowing through my veins.

 

For I am one with the armor. Almost a God.

 

And my victory is at hand, this I know. But it is not meant to be. I am betrayed. By the very people I called my kin. My own brothers stab at me. Even going down I take hundreds of souls with me, but it is all for naught. Slowly the red mist falls over my eyes. And as I lie there, seeing the world through the dying light of my eyes…at last I remember the reason. The reason behind the battle. The reason for it all, the reason for the betrayal…perhaps the reason for this entire dream.

 

You.

 

It is all so clear to me now. For I know you…not from now Taru. I know you from old…I knew you as Ilya…Once. And against all odds, I found you again. For too short a time I found you again. I always thought of this as only a dream. But I saw your face in my dreams, only to remember I had seen it before. A long time ago when I was very young and had this dream for the first time.

 

I remember who I am…who you are…who we are. And I just wish, you were here right now with me. I just wish I could say this to your face. I just wish…you could know me too, the way I know you now.

 

Do not lose heart my love, do not lose hope. Trust in me. I now know, we are made for each other. I found you once, I found you again.

 

One day I will find you a third time.

 

I love you. I will find you.

From<mailer-daemon@yahoo.com> Mail Delivery Subsystem

To< CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>

<9th June, 1999>

 

Sub: Mail Delivery Failure

 

Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently: TariniShiva@yahoo.com

error returned: 550 5.1.1 <TariniShiva@yahoo.com>: Reciever does not exist.

From<mailer-daemon@yahoo.com> Mail Delivery Subsystem

To<  mailer-daemon@yahoo.com> Mail Delivery Subsystem

<9th June, 1999>

 

SUB: Mail Delivery Failure

 

Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently: CaptainShiva@yahoo.com

error returned: 550 5.2.1 <CaptainShiva@yahoo.com>: Reciever does not exist.

 

End of File

 

There are a few places in Gurgaon where only the forgotten gather for a drink. Sitting in the corner booth of one such establishment, a horribly scarred bald man slowly sipped his drink. In his hand was this sheet of paper detailing what was once his life. Silent tears ran down his cheeks unseen by all. The hand he used to wipe them away only had one finger.

 

He felt a sob come over him. Without making a sound he heaved once and let it pass through. The tears dried up and something else took steady form in those gray lifeless eyes. A light burned in them, slow to start like an ember but steady. His lips twitched oddly. He crushed the sheet of paper he had only recently paid a small fortune to acquire. What formed in his eyes was not hatred or mere anger. No, this was purer. Perhaps an embodiment of true fury, of wrath so righteous that the heavens themselves would part in the wake of his passage and champion his cause as just. His face turned into a mask. A hideous mask to be sure.

 

At that instant two bar regulars walked past, loudly complaining about the state of the nation.

 

“Man this country has gone to the dumps, bhagwan jane kya hoga desh ka”

 

“Abbey mai bata to raha hoon tujhe, Sab in salle politicians ki galti hai.”

 

Slowly his lips rose onto the sides of his pitted and scarred cheeks, twitching all the way. He was smiling. With a three fingered grip he raised his glass in a silent salute, before draining it in one gulp.

The End

Second coming

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013

Act 0

“The idea that the next stage in human evolution lies in drugs is not new. Long have philosophers and psychoscientists speculated on the effects of certain drugs on the human mind. The ability of the human consciousness to surpass certain obvious limiters and create a new perception of reality under altered states of existence is nearly unique to us Humans. Animal testing on the subject has borne little fruit. 

Man has even speculated that art, all art, All of it. Draws out from a single source. Our deeper unconscious mind perhaps provides a gate or a portal to this source, a much obscured and hard to access doorway. A part of the human mind which we can only touch briefly during sleep or when one attains a unique state of living, a higher spiritual enlightenment. And one can perhaps briefly touch this source by the tainted hand of the junkie. But street psychedelics are a dirty, slippery shortcut. They are not the guidestones to the path of the Gods. Not the Soma, that was released to mortals as one of the treasures of the ocean.

Of course, Soma itself is a myth. A fable of the old days. The fourth Age of man is an age of reason not Myths and legends. Our swargas and narkas are both created here on Prithvi.  All the roads that lead to Swarga are closed to us mortals. We are bound to this reality with chains of the soul.

Or so we were led to believe.

What we have been trying to achieve here is a unity with the human subconscious. A complete melding with the dark recces of the human mind. An awakening if you will. And discover for ourselves what knowledge…past present or future lies there hidden from us.

We already have the tools for it. The physical manifestation of this transformation is already among so many humans. They have termed it ‘cancer’ and vowed that it is something to destroy. The fools do now yet know. They kill their own bodies trying to kill a disease, which we know to be something else. A chance at something greater. A chance at destiny. We do not know what the complete transformation will be. But my fellow researches assure me the physics involved with complete transformation is sound. Gods willing, we will be ushers of a new age for mankind.”

Prof. Vishvanathan Swami

Tehran 2019,
The Human Frontier

Act I

This was supposed to be my epic trip. This was supposed to be the epic trip to end all epic trips. Hell, I had even planned to put out. Stone temples under the red sunset, as a river lazes all around us casting beaches of red and white sand. We were on a beach dammit. It was perfect. Things couldn’t have been more perfect.

What did you do Rakim, what did you do?

There is no beach, no river, no stone temples. All around her, as far as the eye can see is a blank whiteness. As if the world has been erased. She rises up, unsteady. Her head feels like its about to split open. She saw something no human can see. Something she cannot understand. They were by the river. Rakim had been tripping on some shrooms, and so had she. So when he suddenly got up and started staring at the river she followed. He touched his finger to the river and a glow pulsed out. A resonating light so golden, so warm…all enveloping. A golden wave, calming all the waters of the river as it rippled across its surface from his finger.

Some trip.

He turned to look at her a moment. He was grinning, oh but his eyes. Even then she knew he was gone, her Rakim was gone. Twin stars burned fierce where his eyes used to be. He turned back to face the river. All five fingers this time. And this time she heard it. A harmony played on the scales of reality. Sounds distant and alien resounded as his fingers tapped the surface of the river in a mesmerizing sequence. Golden ripples shifted out onto land, into the air, over her. And he changed, he transformed. A halo bright as sun formed behind his head. His skin darkened, transformed, changed its hue. Lines glowing with power emerged all over his body marking it in strange patterns. The next time he looked at her was the last. And this time she could not recognize him at all. This was not Rakim, this was no mortal. He spoke something, in a voice that nearly made her ears bleed.

“…………………….”

She fell back, screaming in pain. He lost interest in her and looked up defiantly at the skies. His mouth opened in a silent roar and a ball of solid energy coalesced above it. Growing brighter and brighter until she was nearly blinded by it.

Finally he roared. The ball exploded. The world ended. Only the white blankness remained.

She was walking now, she did not know where she was walking but she was walking on instinct. And it felt like she was going in the right direction. It all looked the same, no matter where she looked, panic began to set in. But from nowhere as if sent to guide her, came butterflies, blue butterflies flying in the nothingness of the void hurrying like she was to what they felt was the way out. Following them she came to the edge. The place where the blank void and the real world overlapped. She saw the fabric of reality torn apart. An edge in space, where flowing water and falling sand are frozen in time. On one side was the world she knew, and on the other the blank eternal void. Dazed she stepped through the void and back onto solid ground. However she was not alone here. Men in black, silent and omnious were all around here. Some were taking readings at the edge, others were armed with outlandish weaponry. She heard a soft voice behind her.

“Neutralize her.”

Neutralize? Wait? What?

“She is a dormant.”

Another voice, one of the shadows stepped forward become a woman. A beautiful woman.

“And she is keyed in to the Awakening. We will be able to track him through her.”

“Field recruitment is not a matter of common policy Major, she is a witness to an awakening. Protocol is clear on the subject. She must be neutralized.”

“That was a real God Class, Colonel. The area of the overlap is big enough to wipe out a small town. What happens when the next one awakens in Delhi? This kid survived it. She survived the void, the reality overlap and re-sequencing. To survive something like that means she is a dormant. And if we wish to have any hope of putting down the God Class that has just awakened, we need her. I need her, to track it down. So Colonel, as you have yourself told me. Every rule has its own exception.

“…this was a real God Class wasnt it…”

“…”

“We are totally fucked. Fine take her, she is your responsibility. You feed her, you train her. She cant be dead weight.”

The man with the mechanical eye turned and melded back into the shadows. The woman turned to her and smiled. She felt warmth return to her legs.

“Hey there, I know you have had a helluva time and you would have a lot of questions. But save them for later ok? Here we have a job to do. Alright, welcome to Establishment 22.”

“Clear the perimeter, the containment field is eroding fast. Reality will break through in fifteen seconds.”

She grabbed her hand and dashed, the other shadows did the same. As she was being dragged away the void came into perspective. It looked like a giant sphere of white nothingness, somehow overlapping reality itself. But reality is a bitch and does not take shit like getting overlapped lightly. Nature will not allow such a gross asymmetry to exist for long. True to the prediction, reality broke through. The earth rumbled and shifted beneath their feet, the wind groaned as it swirled and rushed to fill the void, the waters of the river were churned to a boil. She saw land, water and air rush through and whirl into the void. To fill it up, until it was obliterated. Things went back to normal, yet not quite. The missing parts creating a disjoint visible to the keen eye. Rising up from the chaos a call was made to check if everyone was alright.

” Hey…Im Sana, hope you are alright.”

“I…Im Cija..what the hell did I just see…”

“Haha, uhh well…what you just saw was Mother Nature getting pissed off. Heheh..uhm. That was reality rushing back to seal the rift. But it kills the earth a little every time it has to do this. I know this will sound really confusing. Well I suppose I should start by telling you. The world is ending.”

Fin

The Breaker

Thursday, June 20th, 2013

cicatrix manet

He is our greatest triumph, the embodiment of the hopes of an entire world, the hero of justice we have been waiting for all this time. Spoken of in song and prophecy. Who’s coming was foretold by The Ancestors. The only man who can defeat the Tyrant. The only one man who can end the dark ages of five hundred years.

No…not a man.

I can only stare dumbfounded as a saga worthy of being etched into The lay of the Ten Thousand unfolds before my very eyes. I will describe it as best I can, for that is what I do. In this time of change and strife, when the world churns out Gods and Heroes, chronicling their deeds is all I can do. Their muscles coil and harden like cords of liquid metal. I say liquid metal, for no steel I know of no matter how bright or true can bend like that. And no rope I know of, be it made from the leaves of Mimbar or the blades of Shuta grass can ever hope to be attain such invincibility. Their arms are locked together, two titanic vices wrenching and straining every single moment to bend the other to it’s will.

It is like seeing a mountain clash with the endless sea. Their

eyes smoulder and glow in the twilight, steam rises from their massive frames. Their own sweat, turned to vapour by the therma boiling within their frames. I cower behind a rock which might as well be frail dried parchment for the protection it affords. I can scarcely contain myself from crying out and bolting from the place. Every instinct in my body screams to get away. Fear and panic long ago mingled together into a incessant buzzing in my ears. However the last threads of my sanity desperately reinforce my will to stay and see this through to the end.

They have been fighting now for three days.

It began with a duel of Therma let loose at a scale that has been unseen for centuries. Not since the Tyrant came into power…Five hundred years ago. When he deposed Eldest, last of The Ancestors, and assumed the throne. Even the best of trained Magi can barely draw on a trickle of the great energy as compared to these two monsters.

All the stories of my childhood come reeling to the surface as the thousand prophecies of doom that echoed in them now seem a living breathing thing.

The Gods take insult, when man dares to steal their power and unleash it on this Earth. Heaven punishes those who trespass where only Gods may tread.

By The Ancestors, these two shall verily unleash the ire of the Gods. If this goes on, if such power is allowed to roam unchecked then surely the Gods will not let this slide unpunished. We will suffer, our children will suffer. For the first time I feel truly alone. I glance out and about to check if anyone else is present, searching with vacant eyes for another human presence. Someone, anyone who could also understand what my mind flailingly grasps at.

Unfortunately I know the answer before I even see it. Why would anyone stay at a place like this. None will stay to witness the end of a world. None but the mad and the doomed. This was once Karnati. Holiest of the Seven Divine Cities. Blessed by the Ancestors, rich beyond belief. All that remains now is rubble. Where once stood the hundred pillars of red marble, hewn from the red mines of the Sifarat desert, A wonder for all to behold. There are now only pits of molten rock and boiling fire. Burned forever into the earth by the bound lightning storms they called down upon each other. Gone is the Crystal Palace, gone the scented Tower of Gardens, replaced instead by the charred flesh of citizens flayed onto burnt black stone, a ringed ruined crown marking the land.

In the heart of this wasteland they continue their battle. Strewn about the two are the remains of Karnati’s mighty army. The remains cannot even be recognized as anything that was once human. Crushed, battered, broken, torn, cindered and sundered beyond any hope of repair are the corpses of a hundred thousand brave soldiers. Soldiers who fought till the last man, and took no retreat’s shelter, no coward’s path.

The deeds of the army are fit enough to create a saga worth singing for eons to come, alas their tale will not even be a footnote in the larger history of things. For greater scales are tipping and balancing here, scales that will determine our very existence, or our absolute annihilation.

I saw the King of Karnati, in his amber armor and crystal crown. Glowing in the morning sun. I saw him raise Glourfaun, The fabled blue blade handed to him by The Ancestors, raised after a hundred years of peace. I saw him torn apart in a hail of pink mist and flying shreds of flesh in the very next moment. I saw the might of us men who have raised Empire States and invincible Magi fail utterly and completely. I saw the greatest of men relegated to the insignificance of insects when faced with a higher power.

I saw the truth. The truth that we are lost.

A gigantic crash awakens me to the present. It would seem one of them has gained an upper hand. The Tyrant, Oh Gods it is the Tyrant who loses. He is down to one knee his face strained beyond anything I have witnessed before. Veins bulge beneath the skin, skin which glows golden from the power seeping through it’s pores. Even now as he loses he loses akin to a monster from horrors of old. Unbearably strong, trashing and crushing stone, bone and metal with equal ease even in his death throes. A fist crashes into his face, sending him reeling, followed by another and another. The earths shakes with these strikes, it shifts and rumbles. I float…float on solid earth.

This should not be possible. This is beyond anything I had ever dreamed. The Earth has turned liquid from their strikes, groaning under our very feet. Again and again he hits him, a hammer fall of the gods, every strike rings out now as if metal striking metal. Ever strike sending ripples through the Earth. Deafening peals of metallic thunder resonating out across the ruined country.

Somewhere distant a volcano explodes belching ash into the darkening sky. An eternity I hear the bells toll. My mind unable to take any more gives in and I whimper and crouch behind my vantage. Tears hot boiling down my cheeks, tears of shame, of weariness of desperation…helplessness. My broken mind unable to stop yet unable to comprehend these tears I shed for the Tyrant.

I cry and cry and cry until I can cry no more, but my heart still bleeds in my chest, so I wail silently. The fear of discovery is enough to keep any sound from escaping these parched lips. My mind feels alien, unknown as steadily reason slips away from my grasp and minutes, hours, days, years blend together seamlessly. Freeing me from the illusion of time. In my madness I hear the Tower bells toll and run careless and free on the grassy plains outside Karnati.

As I know I once did. Too long ago to remember.

The taste of ash in my mouth brings me back to my bearings. It is dark now, every dark. No stars. I am covered in soot. My mind numb from shock and nearly spent tries to gather a sense of the place. And then I hear it. The titanic clash of metal on metal, I peek out daring beyond my meagre courage to cast one last glance at the struggle. Alas in the pitch of the night I see nothing. Then comes the metallic crash of his fist and a hail of sparks illuminates the two figures. They are close enough for me to see their every detail, forever branding them in my mind memory.

His foot rests on the Tyrant’s chest, while he kneels over him, his fist has pounded the tyrant into the very ground. And still he strikes, his own face is fixed in a ghastly visage, rage twisting his once noble features, his face bathed in blood.

None of it his own.

My very soul recoils in horror. For I see him for what he is. What I have suspected him to be from the moment he was unleashed. This is not our saviour. This is not the promised one, this is the man who will free us, free us from our own existence. He is not the balancer of the scales. Though he was hailed thus by all. I see him now for what he truly is. The punishment of Heaven. The Gods have truly abandoned us and sent us our doom.

For the light in his eyes tells me the truth I failed to see when I had the chance. How was I ever this foolish. Look at him. Who else could have ever destroyed the Tyrant so. The Tyrant, the only man to ever steal from the Gods and live. The immortal God Emperor of our world, who had reigned for five hundred years over all men.

The only man to face an Ancestor in combat and win.

Who else but the doom of this world would ever be able to drag him down.

Both fists rise up and clamp together, they come down like God’s own hand and this time there is no metallic sound. This time there is a sickening crunch. Red mist spurts out in a cloud, slowly he raises his head and breathes it all in. He drinks the Tyrant’s blood from the very air and laughs a booming rasping hollow laughter that turns my body to stone, my heart drying up in it’s wake.

I see who you are.

He looks up then, stares at the sky witnessing something only he can see. Witnessing the forking of destiny. Taking in a big gulp of air he lets loose a roar that shakes the entire world. The skies shudder reeling under the shock of the force. It is the last thing I ever hear, for the roar tears on through my eardrums and my mind. But my eyes are still open. I see arcs of blinding lightning as explode from within the Tyrant’s body. Residual therma escaping back to the Heavens. Stolen power now returned.

With the last bit of the Tyrant’s energy dissipated I know it is truly over. He rises up. A colossal shadow, growing larger and stronger with each breath. He walks over the ruins of my beloved Karnati, heavy steps treading over broken marble and bloodied skulls with equal ease and indifference.

I had thought him to be our messiah. Once I had thought him to be our only hope.

We were so proud in our rituals, so proud in our knowledge, so certain that he could be controlled. The tears flow once again as the rumbling of his stride grows distant. He has moved on, leaving behind the ruins of an entire civilization. Ten Thousand years wiped clean in a mere three days. I am the last of my kind, the last of the Karnati. But did not the death of my beloved city fall on my own head. Had I but realized…had I but known.

For it was I who brought him to this world, despite all the warnings. It was I who gave him a conscious form, I who gave him the desire to hunt, destroy…kill. It is my rage that powers his heart. Yes other magi performed the spells but I showed them the way. I, who found the sealed dimension. I, who realized that something of great power lay sealed within. Use a greater force to defeat an Invincible one. How perfectly reasonable an argument it was. I convinced the King’s Council. Setting in chain this sequence of events to finally end the reign of the Tyrant. Convincing everyone, even myself that it needed to be done.

An immortal force sealed away in an eternal prison between dimensions, away from Mortal hands. And I was the fool blinded by vengeance, who chose to pry where no mortals may tread. Unleashing him upon this world. Unleashing him into my own brother, my first sacrifice. Without even knowing it’s true name.

I know it now. Oh I know it now well. If only I could forget it like the darkened Sun.

He is the Breaker.

And he will break the world before he is done.

End

Leon the Strange

Friday, May 10th, 2013

Legendary Lies, and Astonishing Tales,

Are but the bounties,

Off the seas I have sailed,

Long damp Nights,

And Winding gales,

Across the harbor of Rorimdale,

 

Hear my words,

And hold your coin,

Speak to none,

And sip your wine,

Not tonight, Not Tonight.

The usual I spew,

But I speak instead,

Of the Song of the Seven,

And the blood they drew.

Dance, Fey lights,

howl, Grey Wolves,

Entrance the dark,

Before, I be through…

For never again shall I sing the same,

The Dying Song of Leon The True.

 

Long Ago,

When the Sun was younger,

And the Moons were still twain,

In the wondrous age,

In the fairest of cities

Lived, Leon the one they called Strange.

 

Shunned by all,

Live and Dead,

Shunned by family,

Shunned by Friends,

Alone to walk,

His road of shades,

Alone to save the Land’s Peace,

Alone he stood and wore them down,

Alone a dagger, a rope, a crown,

Alone he caught the balance as it fell,

Alone he saved the Lion’s Tell.

Alone until his dying day,

Thus was cast the fates spell

Dread the one who follows his path.

And follows his road down to hell.

 

Dread the shades that faced his wrath

Dread the countless dying chaff,

Paving the road of bones, his to walk

Alone between Dark and Light,

Stood Leon the Strange,

The meekest Knight.