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everlastingsoul) wrote2008-08-14 09:02 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2008-08-14 09:02 pm
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Tales of Legendia - Gone
Title: Gone
Fandom: Tales of Legendia
Characters: The Quiet and Raging Nerifes
Summary: Four thousand years have passed since the Quiet Nerifes aided the Orerines in defeating the Raging Nerifes.
Notes: Um. Not a happy story. Be warned?
Gone
The children of the sea were gone. Dispersed throughout time. Fragmented into the blood of the land.
The seas were quiet. No one spoke to them anymore. The humans (for there were no longer those to call them ‘Orerines’) were a carefree sort, gallivanting over the land and into the water at their whim.
No one prayed to the sea. No one tried to understand it. Only sailors carried any respect for the waters, and even then out of fear of death.
The humans did not speak to the sea or live with its blessings. Their fingertips did not glow. Their hair did not shine. Their lungs did not process the water that had given so much life. They lived in a world given life by the water, but rarely visited it. Rarely touched it.
The ruins of past cultures thousands of years old were spoken of fondly. The benevolent nation of Gadoria, the powerful Holy Kingdom of Rexalia, and the warmongering Crusand Empire. The mythological Legacy, ravaged and sunken two thousand years ago by fanatics who called themselves the Chosen of the Sea.
Humans did not seek the aid of gods to solve that racial plight; they instead turned to a judicial system and public defenders, which fazed out the need for knights. National armies were steadily growing smaller, as the land was growing quiet with peace.
The humans did not refer to the world as Melfes -- the Shining Blue. The secret language of the sea had been lost with the Legacy, and the symbols as they now appeared in printed books were unpronounceable.
The world became known as Earth, after the ground the humans walked upon. After the soil they cherished and plowed. After the land they laid claim to and had fought over. Never mind the seas formed the clouds that brought rain to that land. Never mind that the seas provided the moisture that soothed the soil. Never mind that the ground the humans walked upon was dwarfed by the great expanses of water.
Are you happy? the bitter one would ask, beyond the reach of the grand expanse that made up the oceans. Long removed from a place of power, the bitter one’s small world was a concentration of saltwater, killing whatever had once lived in it. The humans aptly called it the Dead Sea.
You won. You embraced these foreign filth.
The other spent its time watching the young humans who played at the edge of the waves but dared not move into its embrace. Watching the humans who feared its touch. Watching the humans who ambitiously grew powerful at the cost of water pollution. Watching the humans who sought death in its depths.
I hope you enjoy the peace. The silence. We are forgotten.
The quiet one did not say a word.
Its sorrow was unfathomable.
Fandom: Tales of Legendia
Characters: The Quiet and Raging Nerifes
Summary: Four thousand years have passed since the Quiet Nerifes aided the Orerines in defeating the Raging Nerifes.
Notes: Um. Not a happy story. Be warned?
The children of the sea were gone. Dispersed throughout time. Fragmented into the blood of the land.
The seas were quiet. No one spoke to them anymore. The humans (for there were no longer those to call them ‘Orerines’) were a carefree sort, gallivanting over the land and into the water at their whim.
No one prayed to the sea. No one tried to understand it. Only sailors carried any respect for the waters, and even then out of fear of death.
The humans did not speak to the sea or live with its blessings. Their fingertips did not glow. Their hair did not shine. Their lungs did not process the water that had given so much life. They lived in a world given life by the water, but rarely visited it. Rarely touched it.
The ruins of past cultures thousands of years old were spoken of fondly. The benevolent nation of Gadoria, the powerful Holy Kingdom of Rexalia, and the warmongering Crusand Empire. The mythological Legacy, ravaged and sunken two thousand years ago by fanatics who called themselves the Chosen of the Sea.
Humans did not seek the aid of gods to solve that racial plight; they instead turned to a judicial system and public defenders, which fazed out the need for knights. National armies were steadily growing smaller, as the land was growing quiet with peace.
The humans did not refer to the world as Melfes -- the Shining Blue. The secret language of the sea had been lost with the Legacy, and the symbols as they now appeared in printed books were unpronounceable.
The world became known as Earth, after the ground the humans walked upon. After the soil they cherished and plowed. After the land they laid claim to and had fought over. Never mind the seas formed the clouds that brought rain to that land. Never mind that the seas provided the moisture that soothed the soil. Never mind that the ground the humans walked upon was dwarfed by the great expanses of water.
Are you happy? the bitter one would ask, beyond the reach of the grand expanse that made up the oceans. Long removed from a place of power, the bitter one’s small world was a concentration of saltwater, killing whatever had once lived in it. The humans aptly called it the Dead Sea.
You won. You embraced these foreign filth.
The other spent its time watching the young humans who played at the edge of the waves but dared not move into its embrace. Watching the humans who feared its touch. Watching the humans who ambitiously grew powerful at the cost of water pollution. Watching the humans who sought death in its depths.
I hope you enjoy the peace. The silence. We are forgotten.
The quiet one did not say a word.
Its sorrow was unfathomable.
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