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The Loss
Added on Jul 18, 2006A story of an old man, haunted by his childhood decisions.
“The Loss”
Sit and stay a while for I have a tale.
A tale you might learn something from,
Something about love, life and yourself this night.
For this tale is about a young boy.
A boy, his name matters not, who was born years and years ago, in a land far, far from here.
Born with talents and gifts you see, and some banished him, some hated him, but others did not others saw his kindness and embraced it.
For he was born with the ability to heal, to revive, to rejuvenate the body and spirit,
And this boy used those talents to help as many as he could, but soon his life changed
And changed it did, for he fell in love, in love with a girl. A girl so kind and so beautiful few could match it.
Their love was pure, their love was kind, and special, for what young couple’s love is not.
For years they loved, and soon where brought together by their parents’ wishes. Not long after that their love grew for they had a new addition to the family. But there was something lurking, something hidden in the shadows, in the depths. For the boy had learned more, had learned not only to heal, but to harm, and soon vowed that he would use this power to free all his people from tyranny, from hatred. But little did the boy know that the further he pushed, the more power he tried to conquer the more it would conquer him.
Quietly the night fell over the couple and their child as it always had for years. The darkness rising over their home in a smooth gentle embrace. And suddenly lightning falls from the sky, slamming into their house, and in a flash, their child is gone. Gone like the wind, gone like the desert sands after a storm, gone gone gone. Awakening the young boy, who was now a man, and realizing what had just happened, quickly rushed for the door. Hoping, crying, wailing, they stood at the door for hours, but the man knew, the man understood. It was HE who took their child, and HE alone could bring the boy back. Pulling his partner from his arms, he gather his clothing and made for the door, striding slowly quietly into the darkness of the night, he walked, walked until sunrise, until his heart no longer felt the tug of his own child. The sun rose, and lighted the way, lighting the desert, and suddenly as quickly as it had risen, it left again, leaving the man in darkness. And there stood the boy before him, the boy he once was, and the boy he had given birth to all the same, standing naked, holding nothing but a single sharp dagger in his had. As quick as the desert winds he strikes, stabbing forward at his very own father, stabbing for his heart, for his life to take it from him, but there was nothing there, nothing but the sands, the wind, for his father was gone years ago and all that was left was the boy, the child. After a few moments, the child was startled and jostled heavily as if being shaken by some outside force. After a few moments, he awakened, in a small elegant room apparently inside a manor in some city. But that was not all; he was clad in silks, in beautiful flowing silks as soft as any in the known world. As he peered, a cold sweat dripping from his brow, heart pounding heavily in his chest, he soon realized it was northing more than a phantom, a nightmare, sent by Drov to torment the now elderly man for all that he his childhood choices, and all his childhood losses.
“The Loss”
Sit and stay a while for I have a tale.
A tale you might learn something from,
Something about love, life and yourself this night.
For this tale is about a young boy.
A boy, his name matters not, who was born years and years ago, in a land far, far from here.
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