Post by Saul-in-darn Niña on Jun 4, 2007 21:14:00 GMT
Fading sunlight now dimly pierced through the darkening forest, twilight rapidly heightened the dark brooding atmosphere, silence reigned supreme no leaves rustled due to sweeping winds, no branches swayed from side to side. The trees lay silent and still, crooked limbed their roots broke the ground leaving deep ruts and making traversing the forest floor nigh on impossible, one could far easier part the seas than the tangled mess of reaching roots or low leering branches all determined to trap those unwary, unfortunate or foolish enough to enter this dreary place, filled not with life but death and destruction, on finding living creatures there was only protection of their land; resulting in death when pressed.
Power now crackled surging, growing in strength subtly at first but steadily becoming more potent, a withering wind disturbed the apparent peace and tranquility hiding the true nature of the flourishing forest. It grew in intensity sending dried leaves which were gradually decomposing into the earth beneath up into the air in a swirling vortex of zealous energy whipping the leaves up in frenzy, then dying as soon as it began, gently allowing the leaves to flutter to the dirt below and continue their long drawn out deaths. Wind very rarely touched this bone dry patch of dirt, once perhaps it had been an evergreen glade but as the trees continued their invasion of the sky slowly but ever so surely the grass’ life source had been drained and the sun blotted out; barely a dozen slithers of sunlight could pierce the dense canopy above, they strove in vain being countered easily by the sun sapping luscious leaves free to absorb the downfalls so common to this area.
This wondrous wind wasn’t commonplace it had no clear reason for being there, no storm roared overhead with vicious lightening and thunderclaps, no vast entry was there for many miles.
Yet there was an explicable reason one that few would believe, a magic so very old had returned to this ancient woodland, unclear it was to even it, but its return had been a long and arduous journey leaving this free spirit drained of all life’s vitalities, only then, when weakest, had its feared enemy struck true, now the spirit which was the very wind itself gently blowing those crackled leaves, stopped abruptly having fled far enough he had felt a pain too great, not a dullness at the very edge of his consciousness but a sharp continuous throbbing within him, racking his entire body from head to toe, now it began to subside after much wandering of the land hereabouts it stopped to recuperate its waning strength.
Saul-in-darn Niña was his name now, once grand titles had adorned his memory, family names had intensified it, now it lay simple and bare, open to the elements, he knew few who could pronounce his name in the correct way, for none now lived that he knew of that had seen the sights he had viewed, ages long past; a better time perhaps with differing problems and goodness yet, who knew whether the world had become a better place? Saul knew not and he held wisdom beyond many, not only due to his long years but also what he was.
He had faced the darkness before and bested it but their never-ending fight continued ever onwards, neither one ever gaining any real advantage, was he one of the last fighting for the true goodness? He knew not his brain over so many drawn out years had become addled he feared a madness; subsequently it had gnawed upon him diminishing his mental intensity. Was he what he once was or a mere shadow of his former self?
So many questions unanswered which he knew deep in his mind would never be answered, he had valiantly strove to gain answers to all questions in his youth, but had given it up as sheer folly, now he was contented to live out his remaining years with what knowledge he already yielded with great wisdom seldom, or devour what learning happened to stumble across his winding path.
The wind gusted restlessly for an age he had waited with time a mere trifle, now it had become the most precious substance upon these plains, and yet he had none of it, already he surmised that others, whosoever they may be, would have began the hunt for what was rightfully his, and for what should never have left him, but fate was fickle, perhaps this was some pre-ordained fate, that the forest face this almighty struggle?
Power now crackled surging, growing in strength subtly at first but steadily becoming more potent, a withering wind disturbed the apparent peace and tranquility hiding the true nature of the flourishing forest. It grew in intensity sending dried leaves which were gradually decomposing into the earth beneath up into the air in a swirling vortex of zealous energy whipping the leaves up in frenzy, then dying as soon as it began, gently allowing the leaves to flutter to the dirt below and continue their long drawn out deaths. Wind very rarely touched this bone dry patch of dirt, once perhaps it had been an evergreen glade but as the trees continued their invasion of the sky slowly but ever so surely the grass’ life source had been drained and the sun blotted out; barely a dozen slithers of sunlight could pierce the dense canopy above, they strove in vain being countered easily by the sun sapping luscious leaves free to absorb the downfalls so common to this area.
This wondrous wind wasn’t commonplace it had no clear reason for being there, no storm roared overhead with vicious lightening and thunderclaps, no vast entry was there for many miles.
Yet there was an explicable reason one that few would believe, a magic so very old had returned to this ancient woodland, unclear it was to even it, but its return had been a long and arduous journey leaving this free spirit drained of all life’s vitalities, only then, when weakest, had its feared enemy struck true, now the spirit which was the very wind itself gently blowing those crackled leaves, stopped abruptly having fled far enough he had felt a pain too great, not a dullness at the very edge of his consciousness but a sharp continuous throbbing within him, racking his entire body from head to toe, now it began to subside after much wandering of the land hereabouts it stopped to recuperate its waning strength.
Saul-in-darn Niña was his name now, once grand titles had adorned his memory, family names had intensified it, now it lay simple and bare, open to the elements, he knew few who could pronounce his name in the correct way, for none now lived that he knew of that had seen the sights he had viewed, ages long past; a better time perhaps with differing problems and goodness yet, who knew whether the world had become a better place? Saul knew not and he held wisdom beyond many, not only due to his long years but also what he was.
He had faced the darkness before and bested it but their never-ending fight continued ever onwards, neither one ever gaining any real advantage, was he one of the last fighting for the true goodness? He knew not his brain over so many drawn out years had become addled he feared a madness; subsequently it had gnawed upon him diminishing his mental intensity. Was he what he once was or a mere shadow of his former self?
So many questions unanswered which he knew deep in his mind would never be answered, he had valiantly strove to gain answers to all questions in his youth, but had given it up as sheer folly, now he was contented to live out his remaining years with what knowledge he already yielded with great wisdom seldom, or devour what learning happened to stumble across his winding path.
The wind gusted restlessly for an age he had waited with time a mere trifle, now it had become the most precious substance upon these plains, and yet he had none of it, already he surmised that others, whosoever they may be, would have began the hunt for what was rightfully his, and for what should never have left him, but fate was fickle, perhaps this was some pre-ordained fate, that the forest face this almighty struggle?