Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 22:07:25 GMT -5
“You’re insane Joseph, there is no God, no Devil there is only a politically demented man condemning our lives to a death of extinction. You are saying that Bush is the Devil and is coming to make earth Hell, I think it already is a Hell and there is no Heaven anymore. God has abandoned us because we destroyed his forest, we killed his creations one by one until they no longer existed just like Unicorns and Dragons because humans were jealous that those animals were so glorified and we humans so lowly put on a status and yet we claim God made us in his form.
And here you are saying that Wyn came to you, and God spoke to you in a dream telling you all this. I’m sorry I just don’t buy it, I will admit Wyn is a ghost dog, but I will not admit there is a God only a Higher Power but I will not give it a name, the power is neither good nor bad only decided upon the wielder of the power.” I began to get up and grab my jacket.
“What? But Reisha, you must join us, please,” he got out of his chair and grabbed my arm.
“Let me go Joseph, it is my choice, he gave us free will and I will use mine.” I yanked my arm from his grasp and put on my jacket as I headed to the door.
“Don’t go, stay with me.” I blinked, felt like an old voice and an old memory.
“Find someone else to be your warrior, I’m leaving on my vacation.” With that I slammed the door shut behind me and hurried to my car.
The soft ticking of a clock above the mantle made time seem to go as slow as molasses. Draining through the wire mesh of life, in the dark room as the fire was the only light source, the beams of luminescence danced half on the face of a figure who sat in the chair. He seemed to be waiting for something as his eyes were closed in meditation, staying calm while the moments itched at his skin in irritation as his patience was growing thin. The winds outside was whistling on old tune, noises and various resonance bouncing off objects, the branch tapping the window like a ghost wanting to be let in and after a moment the sound of the clock striking midnight called his attention once more from the depths of his mind.
“You are late,” he seemed to speak, his voice hoarse and yet loud in an almost baritone melody.
“I am sorry sire, but a few throat were begging to be cut on my procession over to your humble oboe.” Said a mysterious voice behind the man where he sat in his high back cushioned chair like some throne.
“You know why I have summoned you?” He didn’t even bother to turn and look at the strange form shrouded by the darkness.
“The War is approaching, two of the chosen have been found and we have yet to find our third, correct?” The voice was slightly scratchy as it spoke in a nonchalant tone.
“The second is in denial, we must not allow them to find their third. You know what to do.” He said with almost laughter filling his throat as those emerald eyes stared into the fire.
“Of course,” he could feel the stranger grin at his instructions and slowly the presence was gone.
“Joseph,” those eyes seemed rimmed with insanity and villainous ideas of scheming inside the wheels of his mind. “I will not let you win.”<br>
Laughter filled the room as the fire swirled and went out as if it was afraid. Leaving the room in a pit of blackness with the man standing alone while those eyes seemed to glow with the intensity and desire to rid himself of his enemy.
And here you are saying that Wyn came to you, and God spoke to you in a dream telling you all this. I’m sorry I just don’t buy it, I will admit Wyn is a ghost dog, but I will not admit there is a God only a Higher Power but I will not give it a name, the power is neither good nor bad only decided upon the wielder of the power.” I began to get up and grab my jacket.
“What? But Reisha, you must join us, please,” he got out of his chair and grabbed my arm.
“Let me go Joseph, it is my choice, he gave us free will and I will use mine.” I yanked my arm from his grasp and put on my jacket as I headed to the door.
“Don’t go, stay with me.” I blinked, felt like an old voice and an old memory.
“Find someone else to be your warrior, I’m leaving on my vacation.” With that I slammed the door shut behind me and hurried to my car.
The soft ticking of a clock above the mantle made time seem to go as slow as molasses. Draining through the wire mesh of life, in the dark room as the fire was the only light source, the beams of luminescence danced half on the face of a figure who sat in the chair. He seemed to be waiting for something as his eyes were closed in meditation, staying calm while the moments itched at his skin in irritation as his patience was growing thin. The winds outside was whistling on old tune, noises and various resonance bouncing off objects, the branch tapping the window like a ghost wanting to be let in and after a moment the sound of the clock striking midnight called his attention once more from the depths of his mind.
“You are late,” he seemed to speak, his voice hoarse and yet loud in an almost baritone melody.
“I am sorry sire, but a few throat were begging to be cut on my procession over to your humble oboe.” Said a mysterious voice behind the man where he sat in his high back cushioned chair like some throne.
“You know why I have summoned you?” He didn’t even bother to turn and look at the strange form shrouded by the darkness.
“The War is approaching, two of the chosen have been found and we have yet to find our third, correct?” The voice was slightly scratchy as it spoke in a nonchalant tone.
“The second is in denial, we must not allow them to find their third. You know what to do.” He said with almost laughter filling his throat as those emerald eyes stared into the fire.
“Of course,” he could feel the stranger grin at his instructions and slowly the presence was gone.
“Joseph,” those eyes seemed rimmed with insanity and villainous ideas of scheming inside the wheels of his mind. “I will not let you win.”<br>
Laughter filled the room as the fire swirled and went out as if it was afraid. Leaving the room in a pit of blackness with the man standing alone while those eyes seemed to glow with the intensity and desire to rid himself of his enemy.