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We must speak of other matters...

You can be me when I'm gone

Created on 2005-04-18 20:39:48 (#6843506), last updated 2009-07-19

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Name:Elenar Fatespeaker
Birthdate:11-05
Location:Greenville, North Carolina, United States
Website:http://elenar77.livejournal.com/58294.html
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Once, long ago, I lived in brightest sunlight, as a warrior for truth and love. It seemed that the light of day would never fade, and many years passed in brightness and peace. However, one day clouds rolled in and covered the land with shadow, and a gentle rain began to fall. The gentle rain on my face was pleasing and I found myself preferring the calm, introspective nature of the rainstorm, to the harsh brightness of the full sunlight. However, the clouds passed swiftly, leaving me disappointed and alone in the harsh scrutiny of bright sunlight. I would look up into the bright, blue sky with lessened wonder, and wish for the return of the gentle and soothing rain. But, eventually, the brightness of the sun began to finally fade. Despite being disillusioned with the light of day, still I was afraid, as I did not want to be left alone, without the light I had always known.

When the light finally faded for good, I found myself alone in the darkness, not knowing what to do. Far away, on the edge of the horizon, I could see brief flashes of light as lightning struck from the rainstorm which had so briefly entered my life before passing. I looked hard and long, waiting for these bright flashes in the darkness, to remind myself that I was still alive, and to prevent myself from giving in to the darkness.

As time passed, the storm moved ever further away, until one dark day, I no longer saw the flashes of bright lightning crashing down, briefly illuminating the darkness. To my surprise, when I looked up into the sky in grief, I noticed something new. In the total absence of light, I was able to see stars twinkling in the night sky. As I acclimated myself to this new light source, I realized that it brought with it a calm much like I had experienced with the gentle rain, and that it lit up the landscape with a soft and soothing light, unlike that of the harsh sun. Happiness welled up within me as I realized that I was again not alone.

Unlike the sun, the stars overhead in the dark sky were ever-changing, ever-moving. This brought, along with the calm, a sense of motivation, which I had never had before. Perhaps I, too, could travel from where I was, and remain the same. I pondered this while gazing upon the stars night after night, until the night when the storm, more powerful than ever, returned on the edge of the horizon. It slowly churned towards me, and I watched in fear and fascination, unsure whether to welcome its return, or to fear its strength.

As the storm grew ever closer, the stars seemed to fade more and more. Each day I gazed at them more intently, as if trying to burn them indelibly into my memory, until finally, the storm arrived.

Day after day, week after week, month after month, I braved the ferocity of the storm pounding down on my face and body. The gentleness of the storm seemed to have been replaced by fear, desperation, and anguish. Still, I was glad to have the storm to deal with, as I had missed it since it had left previously, and the fading of the stars filled me with anxiety. In the raging of the storm, the stars were covered up, and I had little time to consider their loss.

As time passed, the storm lessened in its ferocity, and returned to a state of gentle but plentiful rainfall, and calm and peace once again re-entered my life. The storm was slowly moving on as always, but far more slowly than ever before, and, with my new knowledge, I thought that I would be able to move on with it, and never be alone again.

However, that was not to be. The direction the storm was headed, was out over the broad ocean. I spent long and long, trying to figure out how to make a boat, or a raft, and follow it, so as not to be alone, but eventually, I could no longer see the storm. This time, there had been no lightning. This time, it peacefully moved on, leaving me behind, possibly forever. On top of that, in the dark sky now uncovered by storm clouds, I could no longer find even a single star to light my way. I found myself, once a proud warrior of Light, alone in utter darkness.
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