Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Alone and Undone


The one thing I could never forgive is myself for proffering the new bargain with the Primal Element of The Void. Though it kept you safe, it has also kept us worlds apart. With Aukasaunon still in charge of your Fate.
Your brother broke all ties of communication.  And your Protectorian refuses to play as go between.  Both Delstau and our future son chastised my doing and I am now, this time around, replaced. All done because none can forgive.
To those whose eyes can see not the Truth, I am ever so easily replaced. While the public claims to understand the money-side of things, they cannot know the more sinister of intent. They are played for simple for fools more often than not. And the industry cares for adoring fans only as long as the revenues continue to flow.  So for all intents and purposes, I was replaced to protect the brand.

Traverse was free to replace me with anyone as long as the sound of the brand remained the same. The industry chose look-alikes in the past.  And more than one done with lasting success. But Traverse was already teetering on the brink. While it looked as though the band had conformed Delstau [upon K'Gelvin's direction], organized the band's open search. And the perfect Look Alike was found.  Done for your eyes alone--- to remind you how alike you saw your now Ex- and Me.

The last time around [The Second Displacement of Time], the shooter missed his mark.  Had what coated the bullet seeped but an infinitesimal of a fraction closer to your heart--- Was I expected to risk the same or worse this time around?  Was I expected to know he would indeed miss his mark again? You know by now, absolute duplication of the course of things is not guaranteed.  

You know it was no ordinary bullet that pierced your flesh then. Were it to have touched your heart,  coated as it was, it would have blackened not only the organic but the inorganic as well.  And you would have been no more.  I would have been no more. Our children would have been no more.  And any who was also bound, willingly or un-, would have been no more. 
Was I truly to stand by and let it happen as before, and risk it could have meant an irrevocable end? I am hated by all those who infiltrated before and behind my team. And forgiveness has come from none. I donned a mask of discontent and eventually appeared to have moved on; living a lifetime without you.  

Would I do it again to keep you safe? Knowing the misery you faced? 

While you willfully broke free of the arranged marriage, The Trials and further degradation did not happen.  The shooting did not happen.  But our lives together, also, did not happen.  And your Tells have yet to read.  The masses are still ignorant of the Truth.  And those who came for you, are pushed further away. More than ever before.

Where our music once filled your every waking hour, there is none now to be heard from your surroundings. Where once it filled you--- Made you sing and dance--- Now it leaves you empty. No one sings to you as they--- as we once did. Where once you remembered our Love--- You are now undone. Where once we knew and could have known each other's arm again, we are both of us banished to solitude.

The day the music died came not purely from your Awakening alone; the knowing of who you are-- of who we are.  It resulted also from the new bargain struck.   Which left you ever more alone. And all our efforts undone.

Were I to hold you in my arms, and be able to wipe your tears before they could fall, I would still not see forgiveness for what I've done.  I know none. I ask for none. And I expect none. But I remain forever yours. Faithfully.  As the Crystalline of my heart cannot feel otherwise.



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Sunday, October 13, 2013

If I Can't Have Her ....

Aukasaunon [Antagonist No. 2] is what he is. I don't know whether regret factors into anything that The Primal Element of the Void does; or has ever done.  And that envelops a huge expanse of Time. Both Chronicled and Unknowable.

Though there is no first, second, or third-hand knowledge of his having done so, his imprisonment here surely offered him enough time to ponder his wrongs.  But there is no evidence of his having suffered regret in his actions--- even of today.

But if at all, there is--in the Entirety of All That Is--one thing he wanted most to possess [enough to proffer a Bargain with Antagonist No. 1], and he may well regret sending her through the Window of Light, and into a displaced fragment of Time. Especially by the Third Displacement. But then he is the originator of what this world knows as the If-I-Can't-Have-Her-Then-No-One-Will Syndrome.


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Saturday, September 28, 2013

At What Cost Love?

Why? Because he is the Keeper of the Heart Shard. And he is bound, forever, to her heart.

Long, long millennia ago, during her self-imposed exile into the Catacombs of Delsyis, the FirstBorn Daughter of the Primal Elements learned of the existence of a Keeper.

With Aunsa's help, Dellasseea N'Syis traveled incognito to an unknown world in order to find and reclaim that which had been raped away. But, once she looked upon the Keeper--- she could not bring herself to be the cause of his demise. Instead, as Time passed, she found what otherwise may never have been known to her--- Love.

With the eventual passage of Time, and an innocent slip of Thought, the Old One's secret world was discovered.  Once realized, a long proscribed act was invoked.  The FirstBorn Daughter's Crystalline heart was bound to that of the Keeper's Human Hybrid heart in order to protect both from Annessau's imperishable wrath.

With another, even greater passage of Time, and a dark Bargain struck, there manifested (almost unknowingly) an interruption of Eternity. Protocols were by-passed. Gateways were breached, and Dimensional shifts maneuvered; transgressed. And while the embers of the devastation that followed still smoldered, and Dellasseea N'Syis made to think him dead--- the Keeper traveled to a long forbidden world, and transmutated himself willingly through Time. All done--with full intent--to find that which the Old One bound to his heart, and bring back to their beloved EeDellon; the origins of Humanity.


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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Rest in Peace?

I have two Antagonists. Both are Primal Elements; neither of which can die. 

While the Primal Elements [The First Ones, The Ancients] Are and always Will Be, there is one of the Ancients that was indeed murdered; millennia ago. And it was by his death that the detriment of being Heartbound was discovered.

There is a process in place, to this very day, that were one to die, all [along with any others bound to them] would die.  And this is simply a thing that cannot be allowed to happen.  As there would befall such an all-encompassing Chaos, regardless the dimension, to the all that is known of the entire universe. An act even the foulest of enemies would wish not seen happen. 

But--- were there some so inclined to wish the above-mentioned Antagonists dead, their organic dimension head stones might read:

Here lie the physical remains of Jealousness, Ruthlessness, and Malice. 
Remember them not with fondness lest it be forgotten the havoc they wrought.
 

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Friday, September 20, 2013

A Dimensional Shift


None, in this world; or dimension for that matter. Aunsa's an Ancient, a First One, and she exists beyond what Humans understand as Time and Space. [See What's in a Date?]

Within Delsyis--- She governs the Catacombs. That said, there are no settlements as such, that could be defined as Cities.



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Thursday, September 19, 2013

What's in a Date?

Birthdays--- Hum-m-m, let us see!

The Protagonist: Two Births.
As Dellasseea N'Syis--  Crystalline birth (Inorganic). Delsyis.
Firstborn Daughter of the Primal Elements. Heartbound.

Date of Birth: No precise date. But some time during the middle phase of the First Era of recorded Time --[FE]-- (Millennia ago.)

Not a birth in the conventional sense.  And actually she is the second born FirstBorn. Her creation was warranted after her brother's reason for existence (while feasible) proved ineffective. Neither were born out of Love or by happy chance. They were the tools used to monitor and bring an end to the chaos that certain of the Ancients perpetrated--- not only upon themselves, but upon that which they had created as well.

As Perrie Stevens (Dellasseea N'Syis)-- Human birth (Lesser Organic). The Forbidden World

Date of Birth: Not a birth in the conventional sense. For all intents and purposes, Perrie Stevens was born under the Sixth Moon of the cyclical year; regardless the calendar in use. Third Era --[TE]--

As for the year? In truth, she was never truly "born" into this world.  Soon after her abduction from EeDellon, and she believed all those bound to her heart were dead, Dellasseea N'Syis resolved to terminate her Life Force.  This is something Aukasaunon could not allow.  So he, in turn, determined to send her through the Window of Light.  Once transmutated into infant form, the FirstBorn Daughter of the Primal Elements was placed [babies switched at birth] with a human family and raised into adulthood, as Perrie Stevens. No one of note/Totally ignorant of her past.

The Antagonist: [Of which there are two.]
Annessau, Primal Element of the Heart -- Formlessness to Crystalline birth (Inorganic). All That Is/Delsyis.
Aukasaunon, Primal Element of the Void -- Formlessness to Crystalline birth (Inorganic). All that Is/Delsyis.

Dates of Births: Unknowable
They--The Ancients, The First Ones--existed an unknowable expanse of time prior to any other known form of life; even their own mutation into inorganic form and manner of recorded Time.

The Love Interest: Two Births
Geffen-- Human birth (Organic/Inorganic [Hybrid]). Heartbound. EeDellon.

Date of Birth: No precise date. But some time toward the end of the First Era. --[FE]--
Not a birth in the conventional sense. While Human birth flourished on EeDellon, for all intents and purposes, he was never truly "born" into EeDellon. The Old One [ Primal Element of Creation. An Ancient. The first of the First Ones.] created him in order to hide the Heart Shard he stole away from Annessau.

Ray Lynn (Geffen)-- Human birth (Lesser Organic). The Forbidden World

Date of Birth: Not a birth in the conventional sense. Ray Lynn was born under the First Moon of the cyclical year; regardless the calendar in use. Third Era --[TE]--

As a member of the first EeDellon rescue teams, once inside the Inner Chamber of the Tunnels of Life and Deasth, and transmutated into infant form, Geffen was placed [babies switched at birth (via EeDellian Guardians)] with a human family (to hide his true identity), and raised into adulthood as Ray Lynn. Vocalist/Front Man for Traverse. Via the pre-determined co-ordinates, he emerged from the Window of Light a full cycle and a half ahead of Perrie Steven's birth record.

The Protagonist's Confidant: [Of which there is none. Well---]
As Dellasseea N'Syis-- Possibly Aunsa. [Primal Element of All That Is -- An Ancient. A First One.] Eternity's Librarian. --[FE]--

Date of Birth: Unknowable.
Dellasseea confided in Aunsa during her self-imposed exile into the Catacombs; within Delsyis.

As Perrie Stevens-- No one.

Date of Birth: --NA--
There is truly no one close enough to her that Perrie believes she could trust.  Oh, there are several that she sensed were sympathetic to her plight.  But she learned quickly not to involve and/or endanger them; regardless the relationship. [See Willful Stubbornness]   It took years to trust in her own Awakening.  What she knows, she keeps to herself.


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Monday, September 16, 2013

Willful Stubbornness

Once among the Allies, her bouts of indecisiveness seemed all the more flagrant.  And certain of her Guardians were in need of a reminder; that she had their best interests at heart.

They were often the most vulnerable to attacks from Within. And at this point in time, she is all too familiar with a number of deaths (one being her truest sister, Anneese) that occurred long before her own Awakening, and is a habit not likely to vanish any time soon. While some find her willful stubbornness charming, being privy to knowledge of the Future (much as it did during the first displacement) makes her annoyingly protective of those charged with her rescue and subsequent escape.  But--- only if this second displacement remains duplicated.


See also: Character Profiles: Anneese

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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

A Walk on the Beach

Perrie Stevens refolded the linen napkin and placed next the breakfast plate. She took one last sip of tea, rose and then made her way to the wooden stairs that leads to the compound's private beach. 

The doctors cleared her for more strenuous  activity, and she is finally able to explore more of her new surroundings.  Being mindful of their words of caution, she rested both hands upon the teak balustrade.  It was a long way down, and Perrie was content for the moment, to merely take in the sound of the waves crashing upon the lonely shore.

She drew in and breathed deep of the salted air.  At the same time--- Perrie closed her eyes and concentrated on the rhythmic fluctuations of the ocean's sway.  It enthralled her.  And settled her.  It was exactly the prescription she needed filled.  And, as a smile broadened across her weary face, she released her grip and began the descent.

After stopping once to rest, Perrie finally touched her bare foot upon the cool sand.  The inlet was hours away from being warmed by the Sun. And the lingering fog swirled with her passing.  The sand molded to each step as she made her way toward the rocks that jetted from the ocean's keeping. 

The West Winds blew gently and played with the loose wisps of hair about her face.  And Perrie worked to secure a strand behind her left ear as she collected her gauze skirt and stooped to get a closer look at the tide pools.  She reached to touch a petal of one of the flowers, and it quickly folded up into a crusty little donut.  While she marveled at the beauty of the Anemones, it was not lost on her--- her Fate. She rose and stood to look across the great expanse of the sea and give serious thought to the last few months.

Knowing something was not quite right in her life, Perrie closed her eyes one day, several years ago, and asked to know The Truth.  In the wildest of imaginings she could never have conceived of herself as being the very key to it all.  With Doubt, came her Awakening. And with her Awakening, the Correcting truly began.  She stood now within the safety of those who risked so much to find her.  But her, their journey was far from the conclusion once reached.  It could still all go very terribly wrong.

Lost in such deep thought, Perrie barely sensed his Touch as gentle waves washed over her feet. And as the warm water receded, she felt Geffen's ethereal hand brush up her arm and across her bared shoulder. When newly wetted sand began to shift from underneath her toes, he reached Within and enveloped her Crystalline heart.  A sigh escaped her lips and Perrie welcomed the embrace.

'Good morning, My Lady.' he whispered Within.

She drew up a fisted hand to her heart and savored the voice in her mind.  A renewed smile broadened upon her face; but--- it was Ray Lynn's smile that formed; not her own that was felt.

'Good morning, My Love.' Dellasseea VoiceThought Within.

As Perrie raised her left hand, it was his movement that rested it upon her right.  His hand that caressed the one she held tight to her breast.  It was here, having crossed and survived both Time and dimensional Space, that two stood Within; as one. 

Always mindful of their vulnerability during such moments, and ever protective of Geffen's efforts, Dellasseea N'Syis forced the disconnect.  Perrie stepped back from the waters edge. And the dry sand swirled as she turned around and looked up to find Ray Lynn standing at the balustrade.  She watched him take in a deep breath and draw himself back into their current reality. His eyes opened and he focused them upon hers.  And this time the smile upon her face was that of her own making.

'Shall I come down to help you back up?'

'Yes, I think.'  Perrie VoiceThought.

She had her Chronicles to write.  And he had an album to finish recording.  All too soon she would join Traverse on the road.  A very new life was about to begin.  Much of which she knew to expect.  But there was a great deal more she could not yet know.  And I am needed elsewhere; as another Awakening is to begin.

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Monday, August 19, 2013

Lord of the Herd Sires

She walked among them and tended to their Young in times of strife. She collected their down as it shed during the molt. When the seasons changed, she followed after them as they migrated to the lower lands.  And ultimately risked the human skin she walked in during their Spring Crossings and return to the Winter County; when the waters ran angry with thawing ice.

During her time upon EeDellon, she lived and breathed with them, but I needed now to teach her of one's death.  And I gave to her the vision of the last of his breath. 

Perrie Stevens settled herself upon the overstuffed chair, while I gathered the images required of me.  As her breathing became concentrated and shallowed, the storyline formed just behind her eyes:

Irryilay became agitated as the agents of his pending death moved closer.  He paced through the trees at the forest's edge.  His bugle pierced the silence of the new day.  Steam billowed from his mouth; streaming into the chilled morning air. He sensed an unease as he bolted from the trees.  With his tail up, and another sound of alarm, Irryilay charged at the females of his band, forcing them to scatter.  Bewildered the calves and yearlings followed after their mothers.  He snorted. And trotted up and down the ridge line.  He continued to dispatch them from their comfort, and into the protection of the surrounding trees.

Irryilay paced the meadow. His footfalls muffled by the dry grasses.  With his band out of immediate sight, and safe behind him, he stood finally in silence; surveying his land.  The growing stillness alarmed him. There was no birdsong.  Nor even a sound of their wings in flight. The was no chirp of a Chipmunk. Nor even the flutter of a grasshopper disturbed by his might. No sound save his own breath, and the beat of his heart.

Long snorts of steamed breath trailed upon the frosted air. Then came a whistle from the nothingness.  A sound alien to his ears.  And from seemingly nowhere darkened figures rushed, from all around, to surround his escape.  Irryilay turned around, and around.  Looking upon those whom refused him passage. While they had the look of the Valley Tribes, that is not what he saw in their eyes. Nor what he sensed of the energy around him. 

From the nothingness again, came that alien sound, and an overwhelming dread overtook the lord of all herd sires.  Panic swelled as the humans stood motionless.  Something lingered, but remained hidden.  Irryilay reared and stomped.  And upon his notion to charge, there came a thunderous sound.  Irryilay fell upon the ground in agony. A searing stench filled his nostrils. He writhed in pain.  All the while not knowing its cause. 

"Take the horns from his head!" A craggy disembodied voice commanded.

Nets were thrown and secured to the ground. Irryilay bugled. He breath billowed. An axe was raised and then split into his skull. Blood gushed and flowed into his eyes. His scream filled and echoed upon the air; staccatoed by the pain. A second axe rose, shimmering with the light of the Sun, and then it fell to strike him dead.

But the agents of his death lacked finesse in this kind of deed. It took two more blows to separate the massive racks from the four-legged's bone. But once yanked free and clear, as quick as the darkened figures came, they were just as mysteriously disappeared.

In the cool of a now quiet morning, certain of the Does filtered back out of the forest.  They called to their sire, but no response was heard.  They stomped and hesitated to move closer. Steam rose up from the great sire's gaping wounds, and his crimson blood flowed over the trampled Autumn grasses to soak deep into the earth.  The silence was now solemn.  The loss would be felt forever.  But only decades later would I allow it to be mourned.


NOTE: See the Companion Piece: Lost and Found -- Puzzle Pieces

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Sunday, August 11, 2013

Daily Writing Prompt for August 11th

His true self does not require this thing called Sleep. But, the organic matter he was forced to inhabit long, long ago does. Hence Aukasaunon's quandary. His human shell looks as haggard and worn as his true self might reveal; were it even known by the masses he controls that he is anything other than Human.

But there are unidentified ships in the noon day sky, drawing attention away from the time he very much requires to rejuvenate. What with such a massive effort spent, only just the night before, orchestrating an horrendous amount of death, destruction, and terror upon a world this world knows not to exist.

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Thursday, July 4, 2013

What Happened in Your Novel Today

One of the NaNoWriMo forum questions asked:

What Happened in Your Novel Today?

Unfortunately, while having successfully reached the Inner Chamber, deep within the bowels of foreign planet, the surviving members of the last infiltration team were captured and are, one by one, being subjected to unspeakable transmutations and death. All done at the hands of the key prisoner and overlord of The Forbidden World. The title character [The Last Heartbound] has just learned what the most dangerous criminal in the universe intends to do with him.

 
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

A Snippet from Yesterday's CampNaNo Word Count

Though she sensed an uneasiness that went beyond the normal day’s goings-on, Perrie, key members of Traverse, and their entourage made their way to the judge’s chamber to wrap up the in-camera sessions.

Perrie's Counsel walked up ahead.  On her right the band’s front man; the EeDellon-born bearer of the missing shard of her heart.  To her left the keyboardist; an elder brother, a Crystalline-born son of The Ancients, and a witness to her creation.  Both Ray Lynn and her brother had an iron-man grip of each hand.  And both sensed the same  unease.

They turned down a corridor just off the atrium.  Perrie noticed a tall, gaunt-looking man stepping out from a doorway.  He stopped.  Standing aimless and motionless with his head lowered. Seemingly staring at the floor.  He also stood directly in their path. 

As she watched her legal team split up and walk around him, completely unconcerned, Perrie caught a better glimpse of his worn and crumpled attire.  His dark hair was short. And equally unkempt.  

When he took a calculated sideways glance in her direction, and the distance between them closed, Perrie registered the empty look to his face.  As her eyes met with his, he raised his head and straightened tall.  The corners of his mouth took a wicked turn and he drew in long deep breath.  As he cocked his head back, his eyes widened and an unquestionable look of contempt greeted her. 

Perrie watched as he pulled his left hand from the old trench coat’s pocket.  In what seemed a slowed motion, he raised his arm…

“Gun!” a disembodied voice shouted.

Another voice reverberated, “He’s got a gun…”

Perrie heard the pop.  Saw the flash and billow of smoke— and watched the projectile speed toward her.  Upon piercing her chest, she felt the searing heat of the steel and its jolt to a stop. 

She heard choruses of loud voices as her knees faltered and buckled.  Perrie hooked forward and then lurched back.  She heard the scuffle that ensued; wrestling the gunman to the wall.  She felt a tightened grip of her upper arms as those on either side, lowered her to the cold marble floor.  Amid the shouts to subdue her attacker, frantic voices called out her name. Blinded by the luminous lighting Perrie's eyes narrowed. And she turned her face into the hand supporting her head.

Barely conscious of the ongoing struggle, Perrie convulsed involuntarily when another shot rang out and echoed throughout the close hallway.  A warm liquid rose in her mouth.  Her eye-lids blinked, uncontrolled. 

She heard her name called, both physically and Within.  She caught staccatoed images of worried faces hovering over— but, could not force her lips to voice a response.  And while the gun powder settled and stung her nostrils, Perrie also smelled the blood that flowed beneath her blouse.  Felt it trickle the length of her side and pool underneath.

 
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Sunday, June 30, 2013

Exercise in Daily Prompt

While I'm not trying to dodge the "first person present tense" portion of the exercise, I can't seem to figure who either one of my Antagonists might consider visiting in such a place! Even if both had a physical form, as only one might, I can't see either caring enough about anyone to do such a thing.

I need to think on this more, and come back to it later.  I'm thinking the one least likely may well be the most surprising.  After all--  there are unknown years before his memory was returned.  And it is conceivable that during his forced ignorance, he actually experienced what it means to care.

Blessings, LL Abbott

To What End?

As I stated a little while back-- I pulled it all out and boxed up every last folder, index card, and handwritten scrap of paper dealing with my Chronicles storyline.  I took action on it again because of a kind bit of encouragement; but-- feel as though I've been talking to the air ever since.  But likely the most egregious act so far is the self doubt talk rambling through my brain. Though it wasn't Doubt that made me put it all away a few years back.  Quite the contrary. 

The other day I scrolled upon a Facebook post regarding NaNoWriMo's current summer endeavor, and mulled it over for the next day or so.  Yesterday I took the plunge and signed up.  Ever since, "To what end?" has been screamed and echoed through my brain matter.  I was actually feeling happy, around this same time, about being able to get back to some of my hand spinning. It had fallen completely by the way during the months of getting this year's gardening started.  But now since it is more in a state of maintenance, I thought that I could physically resume the twirl of my drop spindles again. 

I have busied myself with many creative projects of late.  And only rarely have I missed any form of writing; though I do tend to wax poetic with my Facebook Status updates on occasion.  But as I indicated a month or so back, I'd come to peaceable terms with giving up my prose.  It almost seems I'm punishing myself by pulling it all back out.  But there is also a depth to it that I miss. 

"To what end?"

That is indeed the question. And it would seem I cannot know the answer until I find it out. 

Blessings, LL Abbott 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Exercise in Daily Prompt

I have two Antagonists in Caged Heart ~ The Last Heartbound

Annessau. Primal Element of the Heart. She is of Crystalline origin, and they bear no humanoid facial features. Communication is solely from Within. And-- though she briefly took on human form, it was for the purpose of a ruse. A diversion. Her once human body now lies frozen and entombed deep within an undisclosed catacomb somewhere in the WestSector. Dellasseea N'Syis has never seen it, so a description of Annessau's human appearance is not available to her. But she was told the one thing that would make the disguise look somewhat alien to those of this world, is the perfect symmetry of its creation.

Aukasaunon. The Primal Element of the Void. Also of Crystalline origin. He has yet to reveal his human self. The one time Dellasseea caught a glimpse, he was enshrouded in a worn black hooded robe. Due to his crimes, he was transmuted and encaged in human form upon this world; but-- that was millennia ago. I suspect, though, he has held onto that body much longer than what most would consider natural.  Having learned to escape its enslavement, and since he communicates solely from Within, I suspect his mouth would show serious signs of disuse.



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Friday, June 28, 2013

The Day the Music Died

Entry by: Dellasseea N'Syis--FirstBorn Daughter
As told by: Perrie Stevens/Dellasseea N'Syis
Third Era/Third Displacement/The Alone Years
Some years prior to the *Last Ground Battle?
*Unknown~The Future is no longer the same as previous Timelines
 
I rarely even listen anymore.  To me the airwaves are silent. The music no longer sings to me. Their voices have been stilled. Silenced by those that profited by their collective successes. Producers. Promoters. Managers. Unscrupulously, they diverted the attention of the consumer toward the new Dirty Urban sound coming out of the coastal WestSector. 

While their purpose, in Truth, had indeed been to find me, all of the Allied Bands are now, for all intents and purposes, silenced. By my very awareness. Their music no longer touches my heart.  I am left with only the replays; the classic memories of days gone by the way.  There is no one, in any radio station, willing to flip the switch to allow a live feed. And I am left empty inside. The emptiness prior to my Awakening is now simply replaced by one decidedly better defined.

Even though I am found, and able to discern their respective Touches from Within, I am as far away as my enemies could ever intend.  And though I've been heard to say, "I love his voice..." It no longer journeys through the static airwaves.  It has been silenced by the industry that made their millions off a voice that many today emulate.  Silenced because They knew I knew exactly who Ray Lynn was to me, and why it had been his voice alone that made my heart ache.

Now he sits alone in his expansive compound.  Waiting.  Imprisoned by what he'd accomplished.  But then that had been the plan.  He is merely holding up of his end of the new Bargain struck.  Meaning, this time around things are terribly changed.  By this time, last time, Ray Lynn and the Allies already had me in their protection; making sure the Chronicles were rewritten.  And republished.  Making sure the truth was told in what ways were left to us. 

But, in seeking to protect me from the ugliness of past timelines, he alone changed the course of the previously-known future.  The divorce trial did not happen. The near fatal attempt on my life has not happened. And now he waits.  Alone and somewhat engaged in the remnants of his success.  Waiting for me to make way toward him.  And here it is that the struggle continues.  Changing what once was has its ramifications.  Now he/they/all suffer the consequences.   


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Death of a Human Heart ~ Part Four

from his eyes came
 subtle acknowledgement

from her eyes falls
gently his peace
 
[WARNING: Some strong language]

Feeling each finger loosen and brush away, her eyes sealed even tighter.  Within the lingering silence of his passing, Dellasseea drew in and released another long and arduous breath.  She opened her eyes and looked upon that which was left to her.  Being of this world's true human descent, she could not absorb his essence.  He is gone to her now; forever.
 
All those bound to her heart—no matter the distance—also felt his passing and shared the anguish of her tears tenfold.  For the pain now suffered is hers alone, and it rushed through her entirety. 

Styian caught his friend's fallen arm and rested it gingerly upon the ground.  He then brushed his fingertips across The Interpreter's eyelids; closing them.

Totally unaware of Styian's movement, Dellasseea reluctantly released her embrace upon that which had encaged his terran bound soul, and slowly withdrew her hand from the gapping cavity.  All that came next seemed so scripted.  She had after all written and edited this moment dozens of times. Read and reread it countless times.  She listened to other peoples' suggestions for making it a better story.  And now--- she knew it as testament.

As Styian reached for the bloodied shirt that lay at his friend’s side, it seemed strange even to him that he could still be amazed when anything happened the way he read it as happening.  He took Dellasseea’s hand to wipe clean the blood that drenched it.  And in that same instant, Dellasseea’s eyes moved to the steel fragment they pulled from his chest.  The image of its impact and their subsequent effort to remove it swept through her and she swayed backwards.

Gently Lionheart seized her by the other arm and raised her to his side.  She brushed mindlessly at the mud now caking the front of her skirt.  Again, to those around her, there seemed a hesitation. 
 
Looking to the boy standing wide-eyed with amazement, she reflected out of frustration, ‘Am I truly re-living a displaced portion of time— or merely following rewritten words of a long-lost storyline? 
 
Relinquishing her consult to those pointless questions, she stated in a matter-of-fact voice, "His body comes with us."

"Another one?" A brazen young voice pierced a now silent nightscape. "We can't keep carrying all these bodies around.  It’s…"
 
Had he not smarted off she would have left it alone at the question.  But his tone warranted her attention and direction.  Though she chose to accept and walks a road not of her own paving, knowledge of the future never made it easier to meet.  Dellasseea turned and grabbed the adolescent by the front of his shirt.  Yanking him closer she ennuniated, "He goes with us!"
 
She held him in an unfaltering gaze as he tried ineffectively to squirm out from her grip.  His mouth dropped open, and a sudden sense of fear shot through her. 
 
Though she had more sympathy for his current situation than he could presently believe, she finished with,  "I owe you no explanation!" 

Hoping he would see in her eyes that she offered him guidance, Dellasseea delayed for the response she knew he wouldn't make.  She couldn’t fault the boy his attitude. 

‘So you are him!’ she mused Within. 
 
She hadn’t recognized him until just now.  Another to hvae came into his own place; his part in the future she, and those closest to her, fought to duplicate.
 
As she let go, the boy looked down at the bloodied print staining his shirt. "Besides," she continued, "if you truly knew what was going on here, you'd already know why we’re tak--- " 

She couldn’t finish.  There was no real need to.  She had to let it play out.  Instead, Dellasseea offered a loving smile.  And then she turned and walked off; disappearing with Khy-Lin and Lionheart, back into the darkness.
 
As Styian and others lifted The Interpreter's body, the boy just stood there; knowing better than to say another word.  Still somewhat frazzled, it didn't register who it was that shoved a dog-eared paperback at him.  Or, for that matter, who it was that told him simply to, "Read it!"
 
Frozen in place until completely alone, he looked down to find he actually recognized the book.  Destiny's Heir was the second volume in The Forbidden World Chronicles.  He’d read them all.  And is exactly why he sought out and joined the camp.  Written throughout the Awakening Years and published sometime after the Caged Heart tours, it chronicled the events that would lead to their eventual escape from this world. 
 
With a new and unfettered curiosity the boy opened it up to a worn out bookmark.  Its tassel long since torn away and floral design all but remaining, an equally faded verse barely read, “Anything is possible if you believe.” 

Closing it quickly, as if not the proper time or the actual place—as he would soon come to read—he tucked it safely away in pocket of the adult-sized, professional football sports jacket.  He then rushed off to join the rest as they departed to secure the camp. 
 
Later that night, unable to sleep, he will open the books tattered pages and read of the very situation in which he'd just been a part.  By reading anew, he will find himself in her stories much the same way others came to recognize themselves; as being inextricably linked.  As he continues, he will  remember reading of the young boy, considered to be a loaner, and the man who would eventually adopt him. He will have a better understanding of his existing attachment to one of her personal guardians, and will from tomorrow on, be the one this high-born woman affectionately refers to as, Shadow.
 
In the long and hard days that followed, Dellasseea N’Syis saw The Interpreter's body along the way to his destined pyre.  She sang at its lighting in a voice not of this world, and touched the souls of all who listened. 
 
His remains would be carried back to EeDellon, as she would not leave him to the coldness of this unkind world.  There will she return him to terra firma.  Though his are not the only ashes to be taken, the difference is that the seed of the another's rebirth already sleeps within her; making his the first birth on EeDellon since the night of its all-but-total annihilation. 
 
As the First Born Daughter of the Primal Elements returned to the front, there was consolation only in knowing The Interpreter's soul had belonged to the Old One. The first of The Ancient Ones, and not to that which ruled this forbidding world.  Though he is gone to her now—for what will seem as forever—he will be re-absorbed into the oneness from which his life force and subsequent sparked soul had been extracted.  There, where Time matters not, his essence will wait.  For now, there are people reach and a Doorway yet to be found. But once upon returning home—when the Old One sees things right—The Interpreter's soul will be gifted back as a child for her to birth. 
 
THE END

 
Blessings, LL Abbott


Caged Heart--The Last Heartbound / The Forbidden World Chronicles ~L.L. Abbott
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