Sunday, July 29, 2007

Grima Lowe Cathedral

something of a short story I wrote a while ago....



Grima Lowe Cathedral



The shock had been so strong that Serra had fallen with a thud in the cold stone pavement. How long did the fall last, she could not say. Was it days, hours, or only minutes? Her brain refused to tell, either. For all she knew, she was alive, and it seemed like a miracle. Her head dizzied by pain, she remained on her back, one of her wing lying askew on the floor. She extended her right arm, and her fingertips brushed past cold metal. The steel of her Blade, her faithful companion… But would she need it again? Around her, there was only silence, the one that announces defeat, she knew. But it was an eerie silence, too, and somehow she would have preferred an explosion of screams, or the Earth opening under her body… Anything but that silence…
She opened her eyes at last, and she repressed a cry of awe. Hundreds of colors were dancing in the space, sunshine streaming through unseen veils, making dust glow like golden sparks, and in the distance she could make out figures of ancient gods and demons….She blinked once or twice, then consciousness slowly drifted back. The battle without mercy and her foolish thinking about beating a Legendary Angel…trampled she got, yes, and with panache… Akroma hadn’t even hesitated once, she could even see her little smile before she attacked. “Fool, surrender now, you know you cannot do anything against me…”. Serra had said no, it was too late, she had to try and beat the odds. Then, there had been a tremendous shock, oh yes, and a noise like shattering glasses. Then…
She moves her right arm again, trying to at least sit down. A searing pain in her left shoulder pinned her back to the ground. Broken wing so it seemed. What a miracle to be still alive… But all in all, what was this strange place? Was it the antechamber of Hell already? She carefully tried to sit down again, grabbing the hilt of her sword and using it like a clutch. This done, she checked herself for any more damage. Glass shards had cut her skin in many places, but it seemed that her falling backward had prevented more severe wounds. Her Blade was broken, her Shield lost, as for her battle suit, it had suffered a lot too…
Her vision clearing up a bit, she then took a better look around her, and what she saw left her puzzled. The place looked like a room, but of dimensions she had never seen before. The arched ceiling was towering a good hundred meters above, sustained by slender pillars. Broken splinters were coming from what seemed like benches, all aligned from bottom to end, all looking in the same direction, facing a cross where a man suffered in silence. The walls were decorated with what looked like huge windows, made of millions and millions of colored glass, and Serra took another look at the images painted over there…Was it the places some humans went to praise their God? As she raised her head, she noticed a wide patch of light, right up above. The window she had crashed in, when landing here, she mused. It was nothing but a hole now, through which sunshine was flowing in.

“I guess angels are feminine then?”

Serra jumped up at the voice. Impossible. There was life in here? She squinted her eyes and made out the small figure of a man, sitting in the nearest , unbroken bench.

“You can say I am”, Serra smiled. “But now I look more like a fallen demon than anything angel, or even female”.

The man cautiously approached, but she couldn’t sense any fear or hatred, neither compassion nor sympathy, just a positive, inquisitive attitude. She relaxed a bit, but kept the hilt of her Blade not too far away. It felt useless though, the weapon having an funny fading, transparent aspect. The man stood up and approached her.

“Are you the resident evil of this place?”, she asked.

This time, the man smiled back this. “I am a priest”, he said. “Welcome to the Grima Lowe Catedral. Some may say I am a devil, but I never harmed anyone so far… May I ask you how you came crashing inside the House of my Lord?”

He stretched out a hand and Serra grabbed it, painfully standing up. The broken Blade felt with a soft thud, before vanishing completely…Soon, all her suit vanished, leaving only her white robes and cloak. And her wings, one of which now hung painfully, getting her off balance. She smiled tentatively, as the realization slowly made her way to her mind. Not only Akroma had trampled and beaten her down, but she had kicked her off the Magic World. She had landed in this human place, where people still believe in angels. How ironic, she thought, I am not even certain I am what they call angels anyway.

“Can your Lord offering some shelter to a fallen angel for a while then?” She asked.” Just the time for my wing to heal?”

The priest smiled again. “I think He wouldn’t mind”. He gently helped her toward the door.

As their steps echoed in the huge walls of the Cathedral, Serra could have sworn she had heard a faint music. Not entirely heavenly, not exactly human, it seemed to bathe the whole place with peace of mind... Even the shattered glass seemed to vanish, the wooden benches to mend, the hole-window filling again with images and legends, as if worked by magic…

Even her wing seemed to heal, as she and the priest made their way to the huge entrance door. Maybe, outside, a new beginning was waiting for her. Where there wouldn’t be no Akroma and no fights anymore.

Could this be the Heaven of Angels?


By Ichiban, 21st, June, 2007

Monday, July 09, 2007

The Wheel of Time


Twice and Twice shall he be marked
Twice to live and twice to die
Once the Heron to set his Path
Twice the Heron to name him true
Once the Dragon for remembrance lost
Twice the Dragon for the price he must pay



Saturday, July 07, 2007

LOL

seems like i am still alive and that this place is not dead yet....


am i still willing to blog? i wonder...




have a nice day everyone!