The world had always been vexing, cumbersome, furtive, specious and unruly. Lena would never understand all of its complexities, all of its intricacies and complications, but she always tried, a resolute paragon pulled and swung by tenacity, by perseverance, by unruly disregard for all the faults of her curiosity. A quiet mind driven to solve mysteries, drawn to the peaks and valleys of circumstance, of paradoxes hovering in the distance, now struggled to separate apparitions from fact, specters from corporeal essences, wraiths from withering plumes. Just when she’d found purpose, sought guidance, rekindled the aura of her motivations and goals, the kingdom struck another match into the fire, stoked the coals and embers of enigmas, coaxed riddles and puzzles to the forefront of her mind. Pervading darkness, varnishing ivory converted into altered, misshapened ebony, plucking stone into ebony, scorching caverns into brutal shapes of monsters and demons, of tenebrous lacquer stained to once safe, content layers. This was the sovereignty, the empire, the kingdom, she pledged her soul upon, wandered over crag and creation to defend, to serve, to refresh and anew, and so abruptly, so swiftly, so quickly, it had changed. Transformed and morphed from perilous peaks to daunting, starless coal, from rime and glaciers to deceptive, hidden runes, and if she wished to survive again, if she longed, yearned and desired to become stronger, tenacious and indomitable, she’d have to evolve too. But as her gaze strayed over the memorized hilltops, over the crushing arms of stalwart summits and pernicious pinnacles, she wondered how she’d accomplish such a task, such a force, wandering in deep, bottomless ignorance. How does one conquer the unknown? How does one vanquish the obscure? How does one slay the ambiguous, the incomprehensible, the perplexing and peculiar? How does one escort, model and shepherd when they’re unsure of their own trembling footsteps? When each tremulous pathway could lead them further into the Stygian oubliette? When memorized footfalls fell away, became ash and soot, rubble and ruin? Where each trail became a primrose path? When the sun died and the moon drowned in twilight, and all one could see was their breath curling in the gloom? A coiled voice signified her answer, pierced and penetrated the core of her being, washed over the varnish of all her doubts, all her misgivings, all the shards and remnants of doubt, suspicion and weakness. Be brave. Be fierce. Be dauntless. Lena</style> |
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heave the silver hollow sliver - by Lena - 07-07-2013, 02:19 PM
RE: heave the silver hollow sliver - by d'Aramitz - 07-09-2013, 04:59 PM
RE: heave the silver hollow sliver - by d'Aramitz - 07-15-2013, 12:28 AM
RE: heave the silver hollow sliver - by Lena - 07-13-2013, 08:26 AM
RE: heave the silver hollow sliver - by Lena - 07-15-2013, 04:51 PM
RE: heave the silver hollow sliver - by Faelene - 07-24-2013, 12:52 AM
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