Post by writer on Mar 15, 2008 11:36:24 GMT -5
Title: A warning from the gods
Author: Bard Child
Word count: 840
Type: One-Shot
Theme: Nightmares
Summary: Gyatso has a prophectic dream
Rating: PG-13 for dark imagry and slight slash.
Warning: Adult themes and dark motives some parts of this might not be appropriate to younger readers, Author is not responsible to “Eww gross” and “OMG DARK” comments from people who ignore my disclaimer. FTR I warned you…
The gods where finicky creatures, I recalled from my texts, Akash the sky spirit, often changed his mind, Vayu, All Mother, is one minute a loving parent then next minute a raging storm, the Four Winds are just as flawed as humans. Still when one of them warns you about a dire change you pay heed to them.
I got this warning one night after the second day of the Chrysanthemum Festival, slightly drunk on peach wine and honey mead; I was ready to call it a night, a little too old for the orgies in the underground grottos, I headed to my cell, to find a crumpled form sleeping.
“Mingma you should you be in your own room.” The small airbender looked up at me, he looked so tired and drained.
“Sifu I can’t sleep, everyone is either in the grottos or too drunk…I figured I should stay with you.” I was drunk myself, but I could hold my liquor better, I stroked Mingma’s head I pointed to the extra cot by the fire place.
“There is bed there you can sleep in. I understand Mingma, drunks are noisy folk.” Mingma took off his outer robes and remained in his underwear and undershirt. Sliding under a soft vermillion blanket the boy sighed a “Good night Gyatso,” Before falling asleep.
I lay awake for a while, Senge’s lover was pregnant with his child and was due in a week, I haven’t heard from Roku in almost a month….and I have drunk far too much wine; sighing I rolled over and closing my eyes, thinking about the debauchery of this night.
And Akash granted me a vision, whether it was prophesy or liquor induced delusion. I remember it well.
I was standing alone, I was younger only in my twenties, and it feels strange to be back in my younger body. The temple was in ruins, the sacred sky caressing spires in shambles. The ancient mandalas scratched and eroded. I walked on, passing the massive skeleton of a sky bison. Bleach bones looked like massive pillars of limestone. I couldn’t help mourn for it. But as walked to chant a sutra of peace, a fire snake crawled out and hissed. I back away from the creature that made a nest in the bison’s bones.
I walked on once more to find a more disturbing sight. Mounds and mounds of dead bodies, bodies of children; I felt ill, seeing children young as three years, stacked one another. I turned at the sound of earth bending, Roku was earth bending graves, and he was young too. I watched as sick horror as with a sort of eerie cheerfulness, tossing bodies one after another into a large grave.
“In ya go little one.” I heard him say humming a tune as he continued. I felt sick, stomach twisting in pain. I looked up at Roku, he looked nonplussed even happy as he worked on burying body after body. He closed up a grave and opened another; he looked up with a smile.
“Oh Gyatso, so good to come over, I need a little help, Souzin made a mess of things again, I suppose should do my job and clean up. Though I feel this only the beginning, oh well better finish any way.” He said that with the air of someone cleaning up bison dung, like it was another chore. I felt sick, I could feel the bile rise up, but I couldn’t vomit.
“Why…why my brother, what happened.” My voice was hoarse and it cracked, Roku looked up and shrugged.
“It was my mistake…I should bury it, but I have a feeling it just going to get worse. I guess it can’t be helped. These crimes will last for centuries.” He sighed as he walked up to me and embraced me holding me tight. I shuddered in his embrace. It felt cold and empty. “I sorry my friend but you would have to join them too.” I felt a sharp pain in my back. It hurts so much, burning in my spine; I reached around to feel the hilt of a dagger. I looked at him again with sadden betrayed expression on my face. It wasn’t Roku I saw but a young air-child, male with the master’s tattoo on him. Sullen faced, his arms and hands where soaked in blood.
“Sorry Gyatso, but these are my crimes and you’re just another causality.” I blinked I saw Roku again; he leaned over driving the dagger deeper as I felt cold lips touch mine. “Goodbye my dear friend.” With that he pushed me into a dark grave, I screamed.
Waking from my nightmare covered in cold sweat, and screaming I got and ran to the balcony, empting my stomach.
“My gods, what on earth was that?!” I asked in horror. Mingma woke up and felt his arms wrapped around me.
“I had a nightmare Sifu! I was horrid. Are you ok Sifu?” Feeling better I wiped my lips.
“We both did my child, we were warned.”
AN: Nothing much to add just it’s very symbolic piece and it’s full of hidden meaning. This was for the contest but it’s been cancelled so I’m all “ D:” but I hope you like this. Mingma doesn’t have any hidden meaning it simply means “Born on a Tuesday”
Author: Bard Child
Word count: 840
Type: One-Shot
Theme: Nightmares
Summary: Gyatso has a prophectic dream
Rating: PG-13 for dark imagry and slight slash.
A Warning from the Gods
Warning: Adult themes and dark motives some parts of this might not be appropriate to younger readers, Author is not responsible to “Eww gross” and “OMG DARK” comments from people who ignore my disclaimer. FTR I warned you…
The gods where finicky creatures, I recalled from my texts, Akash the sky spirit, often changed his mind, Vayu, All Mother, is one minute a loving parent then next minute a raging storm, the Four Winds are just as flawed as humans. Still when one of them warns you about a dire change you pay heed to them.
I got this warning one night after the second day of the Chrysanthemum Festival, slightly drunk on peach wine and honey mead; I was ready to call it a night, a little too old for the orgies in the underground grottos, I headed to my cell, to find a crumpled form sleeping.
“Mingma you should you be in your own room.” The small airbender looked up at me, he looked so tired and drained.
“Sifu I can’t sleep, everyone is either in the grottos or too drunk…I figured I should stay with you.” I was drunk myself, but I could hold my liquor better, I stroked Mingma’s head I pointed to the extra cot by the fire place.
“There is bed there you can sleep in. I understand Mingma, drunks are noisy folk.” Mingma took off his outer robes and remained in his underwear and undershirt. Sliding under a soft vermillion blanket the boy sighed a “Good night Gyatso,” Before falling asleep.
I lay awake for a while, Senge’s lover was pregnant with his child and was due in a week, I haven’t heard from Roku in almost a month….and I have drunk far too much wine; sighing I rolled over and closing my eyes, thinking about the debauchery of this night.
And Akash granted me a vision, whether it was prophesy or liquor induced delusion. I remember it well.
I was standing alone, I was younger only in my twenties, and it feels strange to be back in my younger body. The temple was in ruins, the sacred sky caressing spires in shambles. The ancient mandalas scratched and eroded. I walked on, passing the massive skeleton of a sky bison. Bleach bones looked like massive pillars of limestone. I couldn’t help mourn for it. But as walked to chant a sutra of peace, a fire snake crawled out and hissed. I back away from the creature that made a nest in the bison’s bones.
I walked on once more to find a more disturbing sight. Mounds and mounds of dead bodies, bodies of children; I felt ill, seeing children young as three years, stacked one another. I turned at the sound of earth bending, Roku was earth bending graves, and he was young too. I watched as sick horror as with a sort of eerie cheerfulness, tossing bodies one after another into a large grave.
“In ya go little one.” I heard him say humming a tune as he continued. I felt sick, stomach twisting in pain. I looked up at Roku, he looked nonplussed even happy as he worked on burying body after body. He closed up a grave and opened another; he looked up with a smile.
“Oh Gyatso, so good to come over, I need a little help, Souzin made a mess of things again, I suppose should do my job and clean up. Though I feel this only the beginning, oh well better finish any way.” He said that with the air of someone cleaning up bison dung, like it was another chore. I felt sick, I could feel the bile rise up, but I couldn’t vomit.
“Why…why my brother, what happened.” My voice was hoarse and it cracked, Roku looked up and shrugged.
“It was my mistake…I should bury it, but I have a feeling it just going to get worse. I guess it can’t be helped. These crimes will last for centuries.” He sighed as he walked up to me and embraced me holding me tight. I shuddered in his embrace. It felt cold and empty. “I sorry my friend but you would have to join them too.” I felt a sharp pain in my back. It hurts so much, burning in my spine; I reached around to feel the hilt of a dagger. I looked at him again with sadden betrayed expression on my face. It wasn’t Roku I saw but a young air-child, male with the master’s tattoo on him. Sullen faced, his arms and hands where soaked in blood.
“Sorry Gyatso, but these are my crimes and you’re just another causality.” I blinked I saw Roku again; he leaned over driving the dagger deeper as I felt cold lips touch mine. “Goodbye my dear friend.” With that he pushed me into a dark grave, I screamed.
Waking from my nightmare covered in cold sweat, and screaming I got and ran to the balcony, empting my stomach.
“My gods, what on earth was that?!” I asked in horror. Mingma woke up and felt his arms wrapped around me.
“I had a nightmare Sifu! I was horrid. Are you ok Sifu?” Feeling better I wiped my lips.
“We both did my child, we were warned.”
AN: Nothing much to add just it’s very symbolic piece and it’s full of hidden meaning. This was for the contest but it’s been cancelled so I’m all “ D:” but I hope you like this. Mingma doesn’t have any hidden meaning it simply means “Born on a Tuesday”