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The Victim was sitting down, head resting on one arm. There was no true ground in the void, but in a world shaped by stories, he felt that if he wanted there to be a floor, there certainly should be, and so there was. Not that you could see it, or anything at all other than the Victim.
"An interesting story," he said. "Is it true? Did a girl by the name of Serra come here through copious use of apparently supernatural narcotics?"
All stories have elements of truth, or else they would not exist, said the Storyteller, and even if a story is not true, it would be influenced by truths that the teller knew.
"But is this one true?" asked the Victim, getting a little irritated now. "Did such a thing happen, more or less? Did Serra exist?"
There was silence, for a moment.
Maybe. Is it so important? Even if she did, you are already here, and you believe your own path to be the more time consuming, but in the end superior one. You need not know these things.
"This seems a little bit unfair to me."
You could have chosen any other name for me, but you have chosen Storyteller. I tell stories, not facts. If you are to understand, then you must understand the stories without my aid.
"That's nonsense. You might as well just describe the basics of the story to me, then, so I wouldn't have to waste all of this time. You tell a story in the describing of it. Little Red Riding Hood is about a girl who goes to her grandmother's house but is led astray by a wolf. There, I've described a story, see, but I've also told it. The better you describe it, the more of the story you tell."
But I am the Storyteller, and I tell stories. To leave a story incomplete is not in the nature of the Storyteller. They may delay, they may pause, but they will always tell all that the listener requires.
And I think that you enjoyed that story, too, and wish to hear another one.
The Victim seemed a little bit unnerved by several of these statements, and he too was silent for a few moments. He felt that he knew enough, so far, about the paths one could take to understanding. Now, there was something else he felt he needed to know.
"Tell me a story," he said, "about a god."
 Nocturnal Emissions · Mon Apr 14, 2008 @ 12:04pm · 2 Comments |
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