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Sae: Origins
By: Sae Vilial Date: November 8, 2011, 9:53 pm
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"Ahh yes the days of my youth. I remember them so vividly"
speaks an old man his guise hidden underneath a hood while the
ashes of his pipe temporarily light up his withered old face. As
he exhales the scent of tobacco fills the room, some smoke
passing out through his nostrils.
"The beginning for how I remember it was me being a good boy. I
was doing some chores for my mother for in those days a person
maternal fight was called as such" the old mans eyes seem to
travel to another time entirely.
"I must've been only about six or seven on this particular day,
doing as most youngsters do. Run in the streets or play tag with
the neighborhood kids. The church bells rang strangely early
that day telling us the pastor had something important to speak
to us. No one disobeyed the pastor in those days, to do so was
to be shunned from your friends and family. So let us begin"
with that the old man stands up walking out of the room
*Narrator*
I was on my way to church like I said the bells were ringing
strangely early that day. My health wasn't the greatest but than
who's health was. The pastor gave my parents some medicine
which smelled funny but it worked. I was able to move about
normally without having to worry about slowing down to catch my
breath making me happy that I could keep up with my friends. As
I came across the church I could hear the old pastor speaking
"Welcome children of god to the house of the lord. I hope I
didn't cause of you worry with me telling the bell ringer to
ring our churches bells early. But there is nuisance to our
small town. He comes in the form of a man wearing a weird hat
claiming to be son of god. But I tell you now not to trust this
blasphemer" the pastor suddenly fell silent. As a man walks into
the church.
"Why fear me, do I look funny to any of you?" the man strode up
the aisle like he owned this place. "if I truly was an evil man
than how could I enter this sacred temple of god?" the walked
toward the place where we kept out sacred waters. He dipped his
hand into it keeping it in for a few minutes. "would not my skin
have been burned from my hand?" he continues moving toward the
pastor. "Do not fear my fellow citizens for I have no intention
of causing any panic. My name is Count Askou and I came to this
town as an honest merchant" the man swept his hat off head
bowing to all of us telling us that he was a good man. His hair
was grey as storm cloud but we all fell immediately in love with
the man.
"I'm sorry sir...I did not mean to speak ill of you" the pastor
told us all to go home. A few days later the old pastor fell ill
stopped holding the sermons which the town had come to love.
This worried my parents who did not fall in love with the Count
in fact he seemed to scare them more than anyone else I knew of.
One day the Count took over the sermons.
"Welcome people, until the pastor starts to feel better I'll
take over them" he was wearing the pastors uniform which I now
know was because he used to be a pastor of an old church from
land a I could not pronounce. So as the Count continued these
sermons more and more people fell ill. Almost always after
attending a confession or something similar. Soon the people
came to fear the church and razed it to the ground.
Soon afterward the Count himself fell ill. Our town become
impoverished forcing many of us to move on. So me and my parents
moved to a new country where they started to work the land as
they called it. The country had a funny name. "America" the
people called it. Making it sound all big and important. I
didn't know it yet but the Count left a mark on me bigger than I
could have guessed. Anymore when new people moved into towns me
and my family moved away.
Then we came across this forest, and my father spent a long
clearing it. He sold the wood to a lumber mill made quite a
fortune as I recall. Of course my family was always rich always
bragging about it to others. From there we started our own
cotton plantation and winery. We offered the best wine and the
sturdiest cotton. Unlike many people back then my parents
worked the land themselves. Day in and day out until my sickness
returned.
They took me to a local church and left me there saying they
never wanted to speak to me again. I met a new person that
night, he took me in. Taught me to read and write, arithmetic,
taught me how to protect myself. So afterward I headed toward
the plantation, now a teenager I hoped my parents would think
better of me now that my sickness was cured.
As I came across the plantation I saw that vines now coated the
gates, locks and chains were on every door. I came across a
strange man, who's skin was pale as the moon. He was speaking in
tongues I didn't know then. However he attacked me biting my
throat, arms, legs even once on my mouth. I swatted the man
away, but he keep attacking. I lost so much blood that I fell
comatose.
*Narrator end*
"I'm sorry children it would seem my story for the night will
have to end. Get into your beds and dream of happy things.
Tomorrow night I shall tell you another tale of my life"
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