by Orbie » Fri Apr 19, 2013 5:13 pm
But the one that remained bleeding on the field, seeped into the moist ground, and the lark sang twice, in order to remind his true mission. Out of the ground like a plant a pod grew formed out of his blood..
He opened the pod and closed it immediately because it contained his likeness.
He remembered a long time before the battle that it was prophesied that those who go down into battle and survive alone, have to bear the brunt of ridicule and exile. Which meant choosing one of three paths. Monastery, exorcism, or flight. He knew flight was out of the question, monastery did not take in anyone except hermetic virgins, so there remained exorcism.
The exorcist recently left the western town, so he thought only of training the man inside to be his exorcist.
The man was his perfect likeness except his hair was like of Medusa, and he remembered the warning : never ever to look at him.
The castle in the foreground was ominous, and he cut off the pod because it was almost ripe, took it up upon his back and slowly trudged toward the silvery lined beclouded castle, with turrets into the vast sky disappearing until he came to the moat, where the draw-bridge, as if on cue, slowly descended.
[size=50][/size]Allone's Obe issance
In answer to your prayer
sincere, the centre of
your circle here,
i stand ; and , without
taking thought,-
i know nothing. But i can
Full well your need-as
you be men
This: Re-Creation. With a
bow,
Then, your obedient
servant now.
One gift is all i find in me,
And that is faithful
memory