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The Vagrant and the Goddess
(By Fatalis Unus)
The mists of early Winter were gathering, the blanket of darkness was melted away to a crisp, rosy dawn.
Joaquin, full-time thief, occasional murderer and mercenary, stode out through a damp web of the boughs of an ancient elm.
He watched the tender pastel colours of the sky in wonder, a beat in his heart skipped, as he saw the face of a beautiful goddess traversing the field of dawn.
For many a year, he'd renquished the sight of the goddess, whom peered down at the mortal realm each day from her golden carriage. Every day, she would pass him, look striaght into his soul and ride off into the day. His heart hurt, and he felt a strange, rather quixotic fluttering in his chest.
His family, or the family of robbers that he had grown up with had proclaimed loving a deity folly and taboo.
But he was free of them, he had been liberated for years, since the warriors of the east rode into the temporary campsite and massacred the only people he had felt an attachment too.
But to the Goddess of Dawn, Joaquin felt a stronger feeling, he wsn't sure of love, but the sight of morning gave him strength and happiness.
"O, Dawn," he called at last to the sky, "why must thou curse me with this binding passion? Come down to this mortal world and emancipate me of a hurting love."
To his utter shock, horror, and a little expectancy, the spreading of the rose coloured dawn halted on its path.
A single shaft of golden light singled downwards, and a figure so pure and inhuman appeared.
Her face was like cream coloured marble, her eyes gleamed like sapphires, her brow an elegant arch that melded flawlessly into her curved nose. A blush like the blooming of a single pink flower spread across each of her unsploit cheeks, her lips, shaped so majestically and full, were as ripe as cherries.
Her hair was the finest of all.
The countrymen and women around had dark, dark hair, but the Goddess' stood out like a beacon on the lone, muddy road.
Tresses of gold fanned down her back and splashed on her shoulders like pools of the purest gold. She was clothed in simple raiment, for one so unique, a white robe and no shoes.
Joaquin was in utter amazement. And remembering himself, knelt low and bowed his head in homage.
She laughed, a sound like the chirping melody of birds, a sound like the tinkling of the instruments bards play.
"You need not submit to me, Joaquin," her voice smooth and gilded so fine and pure.
Joaquin looked up at the divine being, and looked down once again as his eyes seared with his mortal vulnerabilty.
She laughed softly once more, and he felt something so soft and as smooth has silk take his own calloused hand.
What happened in succession blew Joaquin's mortal mind away, he was flying skyward, the feeling of exhilaration entered his stomach, he screwed his eyes shut.
"Open your eyes, Joaquin, look upon the sight no mortal has ever seen like thus."
He opened them and was horrified. He was up in the air, suspended on what apeared to be nothing but a layer of golden light.
Two albino horses were tied to the light with golden links.
The Goddess laughed again. "I know how much thou yearned each day, month and year. And i am prepared to share the same feelings that thee had wrought in thine feeble heart."
Whatever had happened during the rest of the daym Joaquin only saw as a terrific blur of vari-color. Sometimes incredible pain would bite at him, and sometimes feelings of estacasy would fill him with undulating joy.
But all that he knew was that when he thought he ragined proper conciousness, he was lying on a bed so smooth and soft that he felt as if he were drifting on nothing.
He loked around his soroundings and saw the goddess sitting on the end of the bed, looking straight into his soul once again.
She appeared to be grievous, now that Joaquin vould see her clearly without him being in extreme agony. Her beautiful face was warped into a upset frown.
Joaquin smiled. "What shall i call thee, Goddess?"
She did not smile back. "Dawn is my name, and Dusk is my sister."
"Dusk?"
A figure appeared beside her, with features that depicted a darker more sinister person. "Dusk, i am."
And just as abruptly as she had come she vanished, leaving Joaquin with a chill on his skin.
"I love thou, Joaquin," she said simply. "But i am afriad that our lve cannot be."
"Why?"
"Thee is mortal."
A hard truth crashed down upon him, he felt a terrible pain in his chest and saw tears well up in the goddess' sparkling eyes.
She vanished too.
Joaquin swore and got up, though his limbs burnt with pain.
"Sister..."
Dawn turned to face her sister.
"Sister..."
"Yes?" she asked meekly, she had always found Dusk of a frightening type.
"Thou cannot love him."
She was silent.
"He will die and thee will forever grieve. Morning shall not come, but in gray darkness, and the sky will remainest forever dark."
She felt her bottom lip tremble. She felt like a mortal.
"He will not die!" she uttered.
"He will.."
Tears split down her cheeks as her heart lurched, she realised it was the truth. "But i love him..." She whispered.
"Thou mustn't."
Joaquin stood up and paced around the room, or cell, as he described it. There were no walls, no door, just a litle table and the bed.
"Joaquin..." Said Dawn, appearing.
He was evidently relieved to see her. Kissing her upon oth cheeks and cautiously tip-toeing to kiss her softly on her lips. She shuddered and flinched.
"What is the problem?"
"Nothing, nothing," she replied, rather jerkily. "We shall go."
Again, he felt the lifting sensation and closed his eyes. When he opened them, his feet were on solid ground.
"What are we doing here?"
The sound of an arrow whizzed through the air interposed.
He felt a biting, horrible pain in his heart, a pain so great that there were no words to describe what agony he felt.
"But..Dawn...?"
She began to weep.
"I thought...i thought i loved you..."
She turned away.
'For not even a God could look upon death.'
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((Yes, i know there was an inconsistency. And it's corny!))
 Fatalis Unus · Fri Jan 19, 2007 @ 09:34am · 0 Comments |
