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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Grimm Date: July 8, 2012, 7:30 pm
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first of all, im not putting anything "in your head" as you put
it. im just allowing you to remember. and as for how far we go
back... the last time i saw you, the gates of arcadia itself
still stood tall and proud.
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 8, 2012, 10:01 pm
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"Arcadia... thats impossible. that was so long ago i don't see
how anyone could live that long. how could i have know you that
long ago. no one can live that long."
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Grimm Date: July 8, 2012, 10:49 pm
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he grins widely "story time little ones, and listen closely
because uncle puck doesnt like to repeat himself."
"the fae were not always the weak and pitiful things they are
now, mere echoes of a once great people! once we were great!"
he seems to be recalling old momories. "we sailed our ships,
forged of moonlight, through the seas of the universe. time
meant nothing to us and the works of man crumbled beneath our
ever marching tide. the mists of creation were ours to control
and form!" he raises his arms to the sky an shouts "WE! WERE!
GLORIOUS!"
he pauses, and his face fills with sadness. "but nothing lasts
forever, not even the golden spires of arcadia. we were arrogant
and thought that we could defeat fate. we were wrong. mankind
stopped beleiving in us while war raged in our homeland, and by
the time we realized what had happened it was too late. your
world could no longer sustain us. the world of man had become
too static, too ordered for us to walk upon its soil. its people
had forgotten their old agreements and the old laws that we had
given them. they had forgotten their masters."
he looks back to the children and sneers.
"but the fae didnt give up, no! they bound themselves to human
souls to become what you are now... simpering, broken reminders
of the greatest failure the worlds have ever seen, surviving of
of SCRAPS!"
he spits on the nearest grave, a large statue of the grim
reaper.
"it makes me sick"
#Post#: 612--------------------------------------------------
Re: The story of the graveyard
By: patchworkmind Date: July 9, 2012, 12:11 am
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Simon, perching atop the tombstone Kay is leaning on, whispers
to Kay in a not so quiet voice "I think he may be upset"
And then more to Puck he says "I guess death would be better, or
to live as a twisted mockery of what we were at one point.
Because adapting to find the small bits of beauty in the world,
opposed to swimming in it sounds like such an unbearable
existence."
looking back down to the beauty sitting below his perch, "Kay I
think he is right. we should stop trying to be happy. we should
see the great problems of the world and give up the good fight,
especially now when the going is getting tough."
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Grimm Date: July 9, 2012, 1:11 am
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"you seem to be missing the point simon" he says with disdain
"you, and all the other changelings are the mockeries, not me!
even in your quest to simply survive the world you seem to love
so much you have become more ordered than we ever were before.
we were meant to change and be free! finding beauty in this
world is irrelevant when our very nature has been forgotten...
your seelie and unseelie seeming are the only remnants of or old
ways. you have become so depressingly human, do not think
yourself superior to me.".
the hatred in his eyes builds and he begins to visibly lose
control
"I survived, I won the war by the rules passed down by the
council of seasons, and I am the last Lord of Autumn!!! I WILL
NOT BE DENIED MY RIGHT!" screams the furious puck
catching himself in this outburst, he quickly tries to regain
his poise and confidence, but he is obviously shaken.
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: patchworkmind Date: July 9, 2012, 1:42 am
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At that out burst, Simon gains banality. the hopelessness seeps
into his being and wipes away a dream of the future he no longer
remembers.
Keeping the sadness off of his face, Simon maintains a stoic
disposition, "Winning that particular war must have been worth
it. You seem so happy and victorious."
"When does it all stop then, the push to adapt to those that
birthed us from the swirling mists of change?" Simon allows the
fury in his soul spill out only slightly.
"Shall we weep in the end of days then? when man is no more?
When the earth frosts over under the rays of a dying sun? Shall
we attempt to pursue our freedom then, to dance among the chaos
in the shambles of order? When is the appropriate time we should
forget and abandon these humans?" (Simon mimics Pucks voice
exactly)
"We are but the distant shadows of thoughts long cast aside, we
are the dreams laid down to die, We are the hopes that few still
clutch close to their hearts, we are the tears no longer shed
for lost innocence and passion."
"But this does not mean we should abandon the very essence of
our being. We are born of hope, and I for one intend to keep
that hope alive as long as I am."
"Is it really we" pointing to Kay and himself "that have steered
away from our birthrights?"
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Grimm Date: July 9, 2012, 2:16 am
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"it is truly sad that you belive that... i dont know where the
idea that we are formed of dreams came from, but it is surely
false. ours is a much more noble begining. we are the Firstborn"
he says the word with pride. "we walked out of the mists of
creation itself. the first ones. the fair folk. we did not
design ourselves around them! they desired to become us!
his face grows ashen "as for winning the war, it is all that i
have. i will take what i can get. this island earth is but a
single island in a vast ocean of worlds. humanity is meaningless
in that infinity."
his endless energy and exuberance seems drained and he slumps to
the floor
"this is not how i saw tonight going. your birthright has been
forgotten, nothing of your past is remembered. i am truly the
last of my kind.... and i had the audacity to think that victory
would be sweet."
he looks straight at simon as hope for the future drains from
the young mans heart, the ancient faes body lays slumped on the
ground. leaning against an ancient grave. a single golden tear
rolls down his cheek.
"the future is rarely what we hope it will be"
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: patchworkmind Date: July 9, 2012, 11:55 am
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"What were your hopes then? what goal did you have for us? What
did you dream for on this night?"
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Grimm Date: July 9, 2012, 12:11 pm
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he laughs quietly, only barely listening to the question. he
begins to mutter.
"We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems"
and in the blink of an eye, he is perched on the top of the
gravestone. his movements fast as lightning, and his malicious
grin back on his face, as though it never left. "thats enough
from you blackbird, its time kayanna did some of the talking, or
do you always try to drown her out?"
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Re: The story of the graveyard
By: Kayanna1990 Date: July 10, 2012, 12:09 am
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Kay sits for a moment thinking. then looks up at him with a very
sad look in her eyes but a smile on her face.
"do you know why even when i think that my world is coming to an
end, even when everyone i know and love dies, even when all of
the world seems dark and hateful i can still smile? it is
because i am aware that even though we are small and
insignificant we can still do so much. Humans are such amazing
things, they can do anything if they put their minds to it. they
have so much to give. it is truely a magical thing. and that
gives me hope. and it should give you some to. and really that
is all we need to keep going. we might not be as amazing as the
firstborn as you put it but we can hold are own and you should
know that. I will never give up. I will always fight. and there
is nothing anyone can do to make me stop. until the day that i
lie cold and my soul leaves this earth will i ever stop. "
she pauses and looks into his eyes.
"I am not asking for much here but i have to ask what happened
to you. from what i understand my past life did something very
bad to you. please tell me the whole story, or show me. i would
very much like to understand.i know that you will not let me
know everything about my self completely but please. just this
one thing. i need to know."
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