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Fight the Break of Dawn - God Knows I Could Live Without It |
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So I was going to do this really articulate rant about my step-dad and my mom....and my biological father. I had a really nice comparison of me to one of my most loved manga/anime characters Fye D. Flowright from Tsubasa....and had a perfect YouTube video picked out. I was going to rant about how so many guys fall for me without me trying and noticing and I always hurt them in the end. I was going to talk about how close I've come and how fast I ran away when I suspected a chance at happiness and how when it was two steps off from what I wanted I shut down and made my response cold, quick, to the point and ran even faster. I was going to mention how desperately I want to cry.
And then I decided I didn't feel like it anymore. So here's more story. Again.....unedited and what not.
[Onyx Children]
Now, little ones, the children we speak of had only ever done small misdeeds. They would hide during the work hours and run off to play games where no one would find them, they would take an extra snack that they had no right too. However these were small stepping stones on the path to lives of horrible sins. Soon these deviant children flaunted their misbehavior by playing in the streets during the work hours and eating their stolen goodies in front of the other children who had worked all day. The parents of these very foolish children were completely humiliated and began talking amongst themselves about what could be done about their children. They agreed that they must be exiled since they clearly could bot be made to follow the laws of the village.
One day, before the waking hours, the shamed parents roused their misbehaving children and marched them out of the village. It is said that the parents were going to take them to the river and walk them a few miles down and then return to the village once their children had settled into a nap; but the young ones knew of their parent's plot. They had left before their parents even had their first thoughts of waking and ran through the village laughing evil specter laughs. They ran all the way to the Field of Stone, laughing and poking fun at those they had once called kin. However these children did not know that the stone can hear, that it is what protects this village fro m evil and i which chooses punishment to place upon evil children specters. The stone is what heard the children making fun of those who had always made sure their needs were seen too and it was the stone that ensnared them in onyx cages and placed them on trial. The young ones looked on horrified from behind the bars, their laughter and smiles had left them as the stone asked them to explain themselves and explain what they were doing so far from home.
Stone is cold and unloving and would not hear their pleas for a second chance, and chose to make an example of them. They stone, feeling either benevolent or vindictive, decided not to steal their lives away, but rather stole their mortal existences away and forced them to join the stone. The children now not simply made of onyx, but born of onyx - their human parents mourned their rebirths in private and their kin forgot all about the poor onyx children. The young ones tried to of course return to the village, but now a part of the stone they, for centuries, were denied any sort of freedom. Stone by most means cannot die and will thus exist long after any of us. The memory of stone outmatches it's eternal life span and so the children never forgot the kin that they soon realized they loved and pleaded day in and day out for their punishment to at last be over, however the stone remembered their sins and only let them go three full centuries after anyone who would remember them had long passed on.
They were told to prove themselves as good citizens of their society or be returned to the stone. Eagerly they accepted the deal and returned to their village. The villagers took them in; various families adopted them and showed off their new prizes. But the onyx children were different then the other children. They were not simply well behaved and well mannered but also seemingly submissive to their new families. And they themselves were still stone and though given human form still sparkled like the onyx they had come from when the sunlight hit them, and they were more ghost-like, floating from place to place as they did their work at inhuman speeds and strengths. The villagers grew wary of the strange children and found themselves doing whatever they could to avoid them. When the children never seemed to age and their appearances didn't change that was the final straw for the adopted kin and all the spectral stone children were once and for all cast out of the village. The children however were grateful to at last be free of the oppressive village and chose a life of stone and returned failures in the quest, but the stone that had punished them had lost interest and let the young ones remain free of the fold. They were beside themselves with anguish, now homeless and kinless and made of onyx and soul - they had no where to turn. So instead they stayed and played mean jokes on the village to repay their kin, adopted kin, and their descendants for their cruelty in their discipline. It is said the spectral onyx children still linger here playing tricks upon us still today, unable to move on because of their inability to follow the rules.
That is what happens little ones to those who do not follow the rules. That is what happens to misbehaving young ones, so listen to this story and heed it well or you may join the ranks of the onyx children.
[Tai]
He shook his head sadly as he closed the book and slid it back underneath the chair wondering how that was even remotely befitting of a real story for children. However he would earn approval from the village for reading such a tale and helping to enslave the poor young souls. Perhaps they would be happier as slaves he thought to himself, locking such horrible ideas behind his simple line pale pink lips. It was not slavery when it was tradition, when everyone was poor - though they thought themselves the riches in the world since they did not trade with outside villages. It was no slavery when their efforts were rewarded with small bits of food and a treat each night. I twas not slavery it just looked a lot like it to him.
 Evelie Harte · Tue Apr 21, 2009 @ 06:42am · 0 Comments |
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