Post by Ancient Goddess on Jun 4, 2005 9:50:18 GMT -5
Going through my stuff and found one of my old stories I had been writing in the past...No, it's not fanfiction (I doubt I'll ever be writing any more fanfiction in the future), but it's an original one. A tad bit morbid in the beginning, but it'll pick up later on. I've been adding more and more to it, but I'd like some input about it before I go on and get some opinions about it so I know whether or not it's good enough to go on. This snippet cuts of abruptly mainly because it's all that I have so far. 
But..yeah, here it is. I know Ani's seen most of it, though:
Death.
It is the basis of all living things, but in the end, that is all that we can do. The dark scythe of the Grim Reaper is the final event that will shatter our existence. We will be nothing after we take our last breaths but ashes in the ground, we will fade into naught but memories of those left behind. Most people fear that fact and deny its inevitability, but until that time comes, they can do nothing but accept it, the harsh blinding journey into the afterlife. Surprisingly, many humans also understand this concept and welcome it, as I do. Many humans acknowledge their mortality and embrace it.
I, however, am an exception.
That day will not come for me as quickly as it will to the humans. My heritage, my birthright refuses to allow me a way out of this hell. I don’t shun the nearly immortal blood in my veins; it has gotten me out of unwanted scrapes so many times in the past. But now, I can do naught but curse it, this wretched life fluid will not let me take the eternal rest that I believe that I so deserve.
So I sit here, waiting. Hoping that I’m wrong and that this entire ordeal is but a dream. A nightmare that I will wake up from and see that everything has been returned to normal. But then again, I have not had such luck in the past. . .
****************
The cool air struck his skin as he made his way into the dark chamber. Why was it always freezing when he came here? The multiple fireplaces were lit, and the flames were burning bright, the gold and ginger colors merging together to create the illusion of heat, but it was chilly regardless. The blaze only served as light, dim at that, casting the room’s shadows against the wall like a dark collage. The stony barriers only functioned as traps to keep the bitter frost in, making his long ebony hair feel like it was impossibly standing on edge, the icy chill gliding down his spine in a rush.
Perhaps it wasn’t the cold air that disturbed him so much, rather than the speculation of why he was summoned. He had been coming here for the past few millennia, it shouldn’t have bothered him so much now. But some strange premonition was sparking his nerves, and he could do nothing but worry.
Why would they call him? What was so urgent that they had only given him an hour’s notice? Something was up, of that he was certain. But it was very rare when they got their panties up in a bunch, and since he was part of their clean-up crew, he could do no more than wonder what it was that they had managed to screw up so badly. It had to be big, if he was told to come.
His slate boots thumped a rhythm against the dark marble as moved to the center of the large room. Jade eyes searched the interior. Of course, they could never pass up an opportunity to create the semblance of suspense. A snort rose in his throat, but he squelched it, knowing that the emptiness and acoustics of the room would only amplify the noise, no doubt raising an eyebrow or two at him. He finally made his way to the center of the room, an arrogant smirk washing onto his face.
“So, what was so important that I needed to get down here so fast?”
Silence. Then a whisper. He waited until one of them spoke. “Perhaps it is time to tone down that attitude of yours, Hikaru. You’ve seem to have grown a larger ego since we last met.”
“And how, exactly do you plan to accomplish that?” Hikaru inquired. “Especially since you can’t chant one of those curses to put me in my place.” He helpless to how his leer transformed into something even brighter.
The man in the shadows scoffed at his behavior, obviously disgusted by Hikaru’s haughtiness. It was clear that he was about to mention something of the sort when another voice filled the nearly vacant room.
“Calm yourself, Akihiko. We did not call him here to relieve your frustrations.” The owner of the voice stepped forward, a shadowy figure clad in a dark cape. Black or dark green, Hikaru could not tell, due to the poor lighting of the room. But he could see the lengthy golden locks draped around the collar of the cloak. Hikaru could almost see those daunting white pupils of his with only one single red dot centered inside of his eye, which spread throughout the ashen surface whenever he was angry, scaring everyone that had managed to see that particularly frightening side of his. He was the most powerful of them all, his knowledge of spells and incantations were above all present in the room. No one in their sanity dared to challenge his word when it was given.
Hikaru knew this man very well.
“Finally,” Hikaru said, his vision still locked on the man in front of him. “Someone that has some brains worth talking to.”
A grin made itself visible in the outline of the man’s silhouette. “With that attitude of yours, it’s no wonder that so many people crave your head mounted on the walls of their dens.”
“But they have never managed to get close enough to touch me. Why do you think that is so, Eizan?” Hikaru asked, not really expecting answer to that.
“Excellent. Then this task we have called you for will be of no problem to you,” Eizan commented as he moved forward. The contour and details of his face became evident with each step he took. There were those chilling eyes. . .He had only seen them take effect once, and thank Ietsuya he was not on the receiving end. Even though Hikaru and Eizan were good friends, he still was not certain that the blonde man had each of his homicidal urges under wraps. They had fought together as a team, but unlike himself, Eizan had a better reputation among the Assembly than he, and when it was time to replace one of the exiled members, Eizan was the first choice among the group.
And so, it had been. Eizan was elected and the free chair was filled, while others such as Hikaru was left behind, working, doing whatever the Assembly told them to. But he could not be angry at his friend. Eizan was a much better choice than he, Eizan had the skills, the strength, the will, and the intelligence. Hikaru was furious, however, that his name had not even made the list--spoken, then cast aside like trash in a wastebasket. He had been here for nearly five thousand years, succeeding every mission and coming out on top, but he was not even considered for a higher place.
These thoughts of his would not do. He pushed them out of the way at the moment and returned to the present. “And what is this mission?” Hikaru asked, still curious about the summoning.
But..yeah, here it is. I know Ani's seen most of it, though:Death.
It is the basis of all living things, but in the end, that is all that we can do. The dark scythe of the Grim Reaper is the final event that will shatter our existence. We will be nothing after we take our last breaths but ashes in the ground, we will fade into naught but memories of those left behind. Most people fear that fact and deny its inevitability, but until that time comes, they can do nothing but accept it, the harsh blinding journey into the afterlife. Surprisingly, many humans also understand this concept and welcome it, as I do. Many humans acknowledge their mortality and embrace it.
I, however, am an exception.
That day will not come for me as quickly as it will to the humans. My heritage, my birthright refuses to allow me a way out of this hell. I don’t shun the nearly immortal blood in my veins; it has gotten me out of unwanted scrapes so many times in the past. But now, I can do naught but curse it, this wretched life fluid will not let me take the eternal rest that I believe that I so deserve.
So I sit here, waiting. Hoping that I’m wrong and that this entire ordeal is but a dream. A nightmare that I will wake up from and see that everything has been returned to normal. But then again, I have not had such luck in the past. . .
****************
The cool air struck his skin as he made his way into the dark chamber. Why was it always freezing when he came here? The multiple fireplaces were lit, and the flames were burning bright, the gold and ginger colors merging together to create the illusion of heat, but it was chilly regardless. The blaze only served as light, dim at that, casting the room’s shadows against the wall like a dark collage. The stony barriers only functioned as traps to keep the bitter frost in, making his long ebony hair feel like it was impossibly standing on edge, the icy chill gliding down his spine in a rush.
Perhaps it wasn’t the cold air that disturbed him so much, rather than the speculation of why he was summoned. He had been coming here for the past few millennia, it shouldn’t have bothered him so much now. But some strange premonition was sparking his nerves, and he could do nothing but worry.
Why would they call him? What was so urgent that they had only given him an hour’s notice? Something was up, of that he was certain. But it was very rare when they got their panties up in a bunch, and since he was part of their clean-up crew, he could do no more than wonder what it was that they had managed to screw up so badly. It had to be big, if he was told to come.
His slate boots thumped a rhythm against the dark marble as moved to the center of the large room. Jade eyes searched the interior. Of course, they could never pass up an opportunity to create the semblance of suspense. A snort rose in his throat, but he squelched it, knowing that the emptiness and acoustics of the room would only amplify the noise, no doubt raising an eyebrow or two at him. He finally made his way to the center of the room, an arrogant smirk washing onto his face.
“So, what was so important that I needed to get down here so fast?”
Silence. Then a whisper. He waited until one of them spoke. “Perhaps it is time to tone down that attitude of yours, Hikaru. You’ve seem to have grown a larger ego since we last met.”
“And how, exactly do you plan to accomplish that?” Hikaru inquired. “Especially since you can’t chant one of those curses to put me in my place.” He helpless to how his leer transformed into something even brighter.
The man in the shadows scoffed at his behavior, obviously disgusted by Hikaru’s haughtiness. It was clear that he was about to mention something of the sort when another voice filled the nearly vacant room.
“Calm yourself, Akihiko. We did not call him here to relieve your frustrations.” The owner of the voice stepped forward, a shadowy figure clad in a dark cape. Black or dark green, Hikaru could not tell, due to the poor lighting of the room. But he could see the lengthy golden locks draped around the collar of the cloak. Hikaru could almost see those daunting white pupils of his with only one single red dot centered inside of his eye, which spread throughout the ashen surface whenever he was angry, scaring everyone that had managed to see that particularly frightening side of his. He was the most powerful of them all, his knowledge of spells and incantations were above all present in the room. No one in their sanity dared to challenge his word when it was given.
Hikaru knew this man very well.
“Finally,” Hikaru said, his vision still locked on the man in front of him. “Someone that has some brains worth talking to.”
A grin made itself visible in the outline of the man’s silhouette. “With that attitude of yours, it’s no wonder that so many people crave your head mounted on the walls of their dens.”
“But they have never managed to get close enough to touch me. Why do you think that is so, Eizan?” Hikaru asked, not really expecting answer to that.
“Excellent. Then this task we have called you for will be of no problem to you,” Eizan commented as he moved forward. The contour and details of his face became evident with each step he took. There were those chilling eyes. . .He had only seen them take effect once, and thank Ietsuya he was not on the receiving end. Even though Hikaru and Eizan were good friends, he still was not certain that the blonde man had each of his homicidal urges under wraps. They had fought together as a team, but unlike himself, Eizan had a better reputation among the Assembly than he, and when it was time to replace one of the exiled members, Eizan was the first choice among the group.
And so, it had been. Eizan was elected and the free chair was filled, while others such as Hikaru was left behind, working, doing whatever the Assembly told them to. But he could not be angry at his friend. Eizan was a much better choice than he, Eizan had the skills, the strength, the will, and the intelligence. Hikaru was furious, however, that his name had not even made the list--spoken, then cast aside like trash in a wastebasket. He had been here for nearly five thousand years, succeeding every mission and coming out on top, but he was not even considered for a higher place.
These thoughts of his would not do. He pushed them out of the way at the moment and returned to the present. “And what is this mission?” Hikaru asked, still curious about the summoning.
