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Eyes slowly opened, starting to ajust to what was around them. He did not yet know of speaking, things, or words. Yet just at birth he had no mother or father and was completly surrounded within darkness. There was nobody to teach him what to do but already his mind was ajusting. He started to feel himself float before he felt his toes touch the black ground that looked as dark as the sky. Had he created the footings or it already there? It wasn't until another step forward did he find out the answer quick. Something within him wanted something stable so somehow created footing for his five toed foot to step on, the claw-ish like toes spreading a bit as he applied pressure to the footing.
Simple things like ground, colors, and people were things most took for granted because in such modern times whenever you look somewhere you see one of these things. When one is suurounded by such luxturys they think them something needed as if not realizing that the most selfish sometimes were the most depressed of them all. Always saying they were alone for one reason or another and trying to break themselfs away from others and in to suicide. This story is long before then and will hopefully inlighten many on wrongs made or simply made one think this all jibberish.
He may not have been alive long but he could tell that there was no others like him near. Perhaps they were far or just hiding? Yes, hiding within the darkness... He felt almost as if it mocked him after searching for a long time. There were no maps, suns or moons to tell any time, or to even tell if time existed. He never grew tired nor hungry or thirsty. At one point he forgot why he was walking and fell to his knees filled with sorrow once he realized how long he had been searching. His thoughts came clear to him as he continued walking, he had to think to keep himself sane on such a journey. There had to be some other person like himself out there. Or perhaps they looked completly different but was still alive and full of emotions like himself. If they were sad like he was then he would make them happy, he would do anything to see another person grin. A face looking at him covered in joy seemed to be all he could think about while he continued to search.
While his hopes started to fade so did his power. With every bit of will power that left him and shred of hope that danced away so did his energy and power to keep going on search. What if there was another person out there giving up like he was? If they both gave up searching then how would one find the other? He hated waiting so long to find another, hating the darkness that hid all people from him. It was as if the darkness was mocking him, it was then he realized something. He wasn't sure how or why he realized it after thing how much he hated the darkness but the darkness was him, another him that reflected along side of him, growing stronger with every tear he shed and sorrow he felt. It made him feel worse, as if some realization that there was no other person out there waiting for him but rather his own misery and confusion. But how was the darkness him if he had been the first thing he had seen Perhaps... perhaps he was born full of sorrow and that is why he craved so much to see another happy. He wanted to know there was someone that had a chance at happyness. Such joys as simple as a smile seemed so very far away were something he felt another could gain so easly. He felt himself sink to the dark floor and curl up with tears welled within his eyes. He was a horrible thing that created its own darkness with misery and would never die. If there was another by his side and he could make them happy then perhaps misery wouldn't be so strong. Maybe with their joy he would mearly start loving life because he was no longer alone and could make this other person happy.
That was when an idea struck him in such a way that the tears stopped emmedatally. What if I found out how to create something opposite of the darkness. And then....then he could create someone that he could make happy and do whatever he is told to to insure their happyness. He did not want another born alone in darkness as he was, not another lonely and desperate person. He could not bear the thought of it. Suddenly seeing another come from the darkness to suprise him didn't seem like such a good idea. Two sad people with nothing but sorrow in memories, how could one cheer another up if all they both knew was darkness?
Putting his hands down he let a good thought run threw him in order to create light. It was the thought of being able to create a new life and see them smile. It was going to be wonderful, seeing this new life smile and enjoy things. He would have to make other things to make the person smile as they got older. This was to be such joy! If he only knew how he knew these things... Thin glass looking hands were placed on to the darkness that was soild and so he made a long long floor or walkable light - light one could walk on. Now there was creating life, he had to only imagine and feel certin things to create other things so far so life shouldn't be too different right? He rubbed the light gentally before pounding energy on to it, trying so hard to imagine the person to be infront of him, the person he wanted to make. However all it did was distroy the light and mix in with it. He pounded his hands in frustration at the useless attempt to create a life. By the time he figured out that was the wrong way to try making life he was curled up within the darkness crying. His attemps had been so useless! Doing nothing but make him feel funny, his eyes heavy...soon he fell in to a slumber, once awaking deciding that once he felt that feeling again he would close his eyes like that again. Sleep and tired were two new things to him. Now that he was refreshed he decided to try new things, practice. How would he practice though?
Perhaps he should experement, and he did, trying something out. It was a type of training that involved mentally doing things, ones eyes closed and unable to interact with the world around them. There in there mind he practiced in every way he knew of, figuring out do's, don'ts and other such things.
Once he awoke from the training emmedetally he tried to create life in a entirely different matter, only this time it worked. But it wasn't one person like he planned, nor did any of them look how he pictured it. However he was still happy, now he had 6 people to make happy.
"All of you, I love you all so much...I'm getting tired, can't stay up any longer. I'm the life that made you, we are the only lifes existing. Please, don't forget me. I will awake soon but slumber is still what I must take. Creating all of you tired me out and when ones tired they must sleep. I love you all..."
After that he laid to rest not knowing these children were planning on putting him to bed forever. When his eyes opened up the six pairs of eyes were staring straight below with angerious eyes leering down at him. Before a word was said silver things were embedded in to the lifes chest. These strage new things were sharp and painful, these strange things his children weilded. These strange things that hurt so horrible and made things blurr.
"We will create a world better then the one you have created and with far better life then you could ever have made! Don't dare ever taking credit for life or we will do this again. Bisides, no person would believe you anyway..."
These words felt more sharp then the objects in his chest. They hated him, they were mad and not the least bit happy. Threw his last thoughts all he could think of was what had he done to made them so bitter. Did they feel neglected because he had to rest? Did he sleep to long? Did he not tell them that he loved them? However the answer never came to him as he felt himself once more go to sleep only somehow he wasn't sure he would ever awake again.
 Ty Ty · Thu Jan 27, 2005 @ 12:47am · 3 Comments |
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