Oblivion#Prose001 Edelweiss part 1
“Ladies and gents, if we may…oh, excuse me. Forgive this foreign accent unknown to your ears. It is the way our people speak, please do not mind, for we shares common blood. Yes, the blood of Babylonian people said to built tower out of pride. Alas, their pride has crushed them if not we would be living in High Heavens now, ha! Now then, before we bore you with our ramblings, let us entertain you lot - in your tongue would say- with a story of old.
We are called the muses, jester, bards, whatever you fancy call. Names we matters not, nor gold we seek. For those trinkets only sharpen our - in this matter ‘our’ is ‘we’ not ‘our people’ - greed not our skills in entertaining.
We do not have strong muscles like you stonemason, who left wives and bed before sun rises. Seeking beauty upon rocks and pebbles. Sending beauts upon beauts toward cities’ artisan, who would then refine their shine and to Lord’s chambers shall they go, rivaling the palace’s best flocks. Nor we excel in swordsmanship, neither for defending our lords nor our beloved. Not even our belief, though important, we accept death when time comes, whether it is on our beds or like dogs under cold rain upon the streets. “
“Aye, sire. Maybe we don’t speak fancy like ye, but we do know night come tae a close. We have children tae lull and wives tae love, not tae mention stone tae carve. So don’t waste our time with yer ramblings, go on about the point will ye?”
“Oh, forgive us, our passion for beauty in words and songs do not lose to your passion for rocks, as you already witness. Although this passion makes us rambling on. Well then, my good man, please do reprimand us should we stray from the dreary path. Now then, the story should begin as it should be … ‘a long time ago there was…’ , should we speak of human exploit, since this is not… ‘suppose another entrance is required. Now, now, children of stone people, gather around us. T’is memory passed down in our lineage shall now pass upon you, tell this to your future children and grandchildren, so no longer it shall be forgotten. Ah, a mockery to Lord Oblivion, shall we begin?
T’is story is unknown to your people, for it came from times of old, before human even exist….
Upon a world human know not, a time beyond known calendar. Long before Old and New Testament. Far before the first humans were cast away from Father’s Garden. T’was the time only Mother Earth remembers, for she never forgets those of her off springs. Those she cherished equally and grieved for their unjust passing.
Of two-legged self-proclaimed Earth Conqueror, those who are only able to pray and worship the greatness beyond. Once these two-legged children spoke common tongue, now considered ancient tongue. Yet their pride has brought Father’s wrath and cursed them, His own children. To be battered by their own pride, never to trust and believe to none but one’s self. Their towering pride crushed, leaving only dust. Whilst the former residence went on endless journey across the world.
Of scaled winged conqueror once ruling the sky, before envious Sky broke their wings, render them useless, cursing their fate as they crawl their then pitiful life on Earth. Of Sea Dweller, called Merman and Mermaid, lived upon bright city upon water’s depths, brighten places sunlight could never reach. Only to suffer Creator’s wrath as he meaninglessly feared the prowess of Sea Dweller. Fear beyond word, the fear of : ‘losing to creation’. Cities crushed, buried below Mother’s Womb. Only sad ruins of past’s glory remain.
“Among these memories, long lost to Lord Oblivion, who claimed the treasure of old worlds as his own, was a memory of a single flower amidst ravage storm upon white dead land. A sad one, we must say, ready your handkerchief, brothers and sisters, for tears cannot be hold back once they flow. A fair trade for saving yet another treasure belonged to Mother Earth out of Oblivion’s clutches. Let us retrace the memories Mother cherishes so, and return her beloved daughter that beats death:
Noble White - Edelweiss.
Yet, dear friend and siblings, our story doesn’t begin with astonishingly stunning flock as probably some of you wished. Alas, he who plays the role as our main hero is none other than guardian of white dead lands.”
Pure white mother, strength rivaling male beasts of the race. White fur and sharp claws upon slender feminine figure showing nothing but danger to those dares trespass her territory. A pair of sapphire blue eyes gleaming within dark, render warriors drop their jaws and tails upon her coming. All she had was traits of Northern strength and pride. Father as black as darkest night, Mother Earth’s wisdom he earned. The only wisdom he wouldn’t touch was the death upon dead land’s edge where King of Death resides. Dark fur and ruby red eyes hiding knowledge deep within. By distance love matters not, both met and quickly they mate. The offspring of both clans soon came into the world. Symbolization of both strength and wisdom. Having the pride of both clans, indeed is a great honor. Yet, ill fate awaits innocent off spring, is to be deprived of both clans.
Of the whites claimed. ‘Though strength and pride you possess. Of prowess rivaling the best hunters of our clan, even the storms itself. Even if you claim you are of the whites, indeed your fur is, but your ruby red eyes defy you. Wisdom does not belong to our kind.’<
Whilst the black claimed. ‘Indeed thou possess wisdom rivaling our elder. Vast indeed your knowledge that even wisest of our kind envy. We are eager to share our fire and food and talk what we know. Yet, those white furs belong to northern strength and pride. It is not our place to accept thou.’
Rejected by his own kind, for he has both pride. Among the dark fleet, a single pure white wolf ran along. Though he hunts the most and knows more than most dark ones, not one willing to share. Among the sapphire blue, a pair of ruby red showing wisdom contrasted. Though his strength rival best hunters and warriors, none shall acknowledge him. The only remaining fate of this young wolf was a solemn seclusion among jagged peaks upon roofs of the world.
Alone upon frozen peaks, where storm hits hardest, leaving no trail of green. Not even a single insect left alive. None but the lone wolf trailing upon snowy path for countless seasons. Among those, there were times would he blame his parentage for his secluded life. Times where he would scream his heart, yet none would hear. Only pitiful echo replied his cries, she who is cursed not to speak her own mind but mimicry of others, wishing to ease the pain .Alas, pure echo, intention so noble yet unknowingly wound adolescent’s heart so.
“Fate is cruel indeed, but no need to fear. Once the greatest of men challenged against her and won. Knew he not, what cruel fate had woven. Would it an eternal serene life as an hermit or a warrior noted by all clans, he knew not. The story has been woven and the stage set. The only remaining piece was the actor.”
Another season had passed, slowly revealing scarce sunlight. A rare feat to all residing within dead land, be they creature of day or night. All welcome the coming of short summer, but the grieving lone wolf. Treading on his own trail, among frozen peaks. Witnessing seasons come and go. The lonely days passed and to come. Among these usual days would fate unravel his role. Thus, as fate has woven before his birth, the young wolf left his solemn sanctuary upon haggard peaks toward White Plains bordering lands of life and death.
Oblivious what fate had woven, treading upon desolate lands said to host the final battle at the end of time. Ill promise which shall never be broken, be mortals or immortals perished beforehand. All kind living on Earth shall raise fighting forces seeking destruction. Alas, fate tells the world must return to its’ origin, the chaos. Then, what fate awaits upon promised land? A meeting. As trivial as it sounds, it was significant. A meet that will lead to another, bonds built and nurturing trust. None will describe their meet but this song passed down our lineage.
Upon
White jagged peaks
The Frozen World’s roof
Where storm endlessly ravage
Both the living and dead
Wolves howl chilled
The bravest of warriors
Of no ill intention they did so
Only to protect children of Spring
From clutches of restless dead
Among white snow
Stood a lone flower
As white as the snow
Lonely yet strong enough
To beat death offered
Snow her friend
Protected her from all ill
Treasure rivaling all gems
Single life among death
Approached lone guardian
Leading children of spring away
Far from lands of death
Intrigued by this life
Safe from haggard storm
Surviving trials and tribulation
Standing proud and tall
Claiming : “I am Alive”
Astonishingly prideful lady
Soon the wolf attracted to her
As fate has woven before
Black fate awaits
Unknowing her role
Prideful noble white lady
In delivering white death
Upon her friend
The wolf
Astonished by life before him, treasure among treasure, most valuable among gems and diamonds. Single white flower snow protected all might. The wolf said “Say, to whom I gain this honor, for this fateful encounter. She who resides on plains of the dead, host of last battle deciding world’s fate at the end of time. Land supporting no life, rejecting green -which I never saw my whole pitiful life- and smallest life form possible. And yet, you alone, beat white death. So tiny yet strong. Tell this unworthy one, your name milady”
Her answer surprised the wolf “You are not unworthy, wise one, for you approached us in caution. Where others taking no heed of snow’s warning, underestimating us. What they met was white death, which protected me instead of taking me down to misty underworld. Where all heroes and villains eventually go . Worthy and unworthy ones are taken to Death himself. But you, alone, despite our appearance, didn’t lower your guard and address us so. We are more than happy to comply to your wishes. White death has named us, Edelweiss, for our shared color with them and as a pact of protection in return of this unworthy life. Now, if we may be so rude, may you honor us in turn, by telling who you are?”
“Life protected by death himself is far from unworthy, milady. He who takes life now protects and befriends this tiny life. Ah, Noble White, indeed the name suits you well. As for me, I am nothing but a wolf rejected by any packs. No tribe would accept me as one of them, for my parentage. My strength is northern yet my wisdom belongs to southern. I have no name to offer, for my kind uses the same name to call upon individuals. Not to mention this unworthy one who lives in seclusion” replied the wolf.
Claimed Edelweiss, white flower friend and counterpart of white death “Then they don’t know what they had wasted. The northern tribe has lost best hunter and southron missed vast knowledge to share. If we may, wise one, to call you by name for you don’t belong to any pack. Do not frown, friend. Indeed you are rejected by your own kind for your questioned lineage. But, friendship does not count parentage. As so for strength and wisdom, both favor you well”
Surprised the wolf said “Ah, my apology, this secluded life has made me forget what it’s like to talk to others. Please call me whatever favors you well, a name specially to address this secluded one. Call me whatever comes to mind, for it will be a great relief and made even my pitiful worth it, just to hear you utter my name. ”
“Not to mention your prowess in crafting word, nonetheless” .If wolves could blush he would then, being not used to praises and compliments. Satisfied with her little playful act, Edelweiss continued “Let us honor you, by calling you Adalwolf. T’is name, only we know, and of course honored white death who knows everything. He who shall call your name the last before sending you to underworld, in our wish an honored seat had been placed for you and only you. But, if we may be selfish for once, to whisper this name to you as you draw your last breath. Not that we say this in ill intention. Your time is still far we’re sure of that”
Satisfied, the baptized Adalwolf replied “I shall be your and only one Adalwolf- Noble Wolf, a great honor you bestowed upon me. Although I am not, I will not say a word against you milady. If we are to rattle on about, the world would have reached its’ end before we could finish it. And to grant your selfish wish, I f I may, to be by your side as my life reached its’ end. In turn, I would call your name for the last time, before white death carries me to my eternal resting place in misty underworld. Waiting your arrival” Seeing the white flower sighed so, he continued “Please do not feel guilty for simply uttering your wish, for you did me a great honor. I never felt alive like I do now. If not for you, I would belong to Lord Oblivion instead”
“Ah, yes, the dreadful Lord of Forgotten Ones. Lord of those without names and those punished under his able hand. If there is a single life cries the name of his victims, then the Lord would return him to where he belongs, unwillingly. I shudder at the fact you could be there, tortured being exist and not at the same time. With none would cry for you”
“That is why, milady, your wish and intentions are noble. No longer may He of Forgotten Ones claim me. Of this name, Adalwolf, which saved me a great deal, I vow you my eternal loyalty. I shall protect you as white death does. If he protects you from all death threats, I shall do so. To protect you from all living may harm. In return, should I fall from my attempt to protect you, please do as you promised earlier, only so I would gladly taken to Death’s hand.”
“It shall be done, noble wolf; this promise will never be broken as long as you wish for it. As I do mine”
It was then how the fated two met. Completely oblivious of what fate had arranged. The two of them met at promised place each day, comforting each other’s loneliness. Despite their just met, they talk like long separated friends. Completely used to each others’ existence. Should they be separated, uneasiness burdens their heart, longing for company. It would be then Adalwolf rushes like a girl in love -despite how bad the comparison is to the story - to the place Edelweiss always wait. White death honor their wishes, two lonely existences protecting each other. He envies not, for he too befriend them. When time told him to carry their lives to misty underworld, he would then let them utter each others’ name, as promised. A vow is not to be broken, he said. Death is a promise no living can break, not even the Immortals who will eventually meet their fateful end at last. But this promise between these noble whites , Adalwolf and Edelweiss, is a vow worth the praise. Let they fulfill their vow before Death does.
Happiness doesn’t meant to be eternal, no matter mortals wishing for it. Only anguish and sorrow does. That is exactly why Death, takes life, so none are sad and anxious. Now, the harbinger of doom looms toward these two…
“Frown not, our little friend. Soon enough you will learn that happiness cannot be brought without struggle” smiled Traveling Bard, adults called him “A story cannot continue with hero and heroine only, a villain is order to continue, though it might be difficult for you now to comprehend. This Lord is not completely at fault. Yes, Lord Waldemar, your mothers might have told about his exploits before Sleep takes over you each night. Undying King that invoked wrath of God, in turn seeks revenge against the immortals. Fate decided he shall be the one that will bring the end of time toward the world we know. Lord Waldemar, King of Winged Ones that once ruled the sky…no longer he shall soar the sky until time decides so.
We mortals could never comprehend his sadness, now left alone when his retainers are gone to underworld, forgetting their previous life, sleeping beneath the earth until their king summons them once again to put everything at end. Now, I remember a song telling his Kingdom’s Golden Age as well as its’ destruction…
Lord Waldemar shepherd of his people
The kind Wind cherished most
Allowing them to built houses within sky
Soaring the sky at will
Fully grateful for the wings given
By Lady Wind that loves freedom most
The Lord’s betrothed
Her hands were given to him at Time’s Beginning
Father of all life promised her
In return of eternal loyalty
To fight alongside Him at Time’s End
Alongside her, Lord Waldermar
Strong and virtuous leader
Continued to lead his people
Virtuous King and Kind Queen
Lord of all flights
Lady of free wind
As long as they rule together
Their flight will keep shining
Alas, envious Sky wanted Wind for himself
Lusting for her, he brought Wind
To frozen land of north
And did with her all he pleased
Protecting her virginity
She gave up her life
Forever encaged within ice
Whilst crying in anguish
That is why storm hits northern land the worst
This did not please Waldemar
Fully knowing Sky was Father’s favored child
He commenced battle against him
Father, kind and wise as He is
Could not stand idly
Whilst his favored child being hurt
“Child, you disappoint me
Not only you had me broke my promise
You also take others’ wife
Whom not your intended
Now, not only I lose my daughter
I’ll lose two sons battling over her
Both of you are at fault
For taking what others have
For fighting against your own father
My child that rules the sky
I punish you by silence
No longer are lives on earth able to hear your voice
You are to stay still until Time’s End!
And you my child that rules over flight
My daughter’s beloved husband
I tried to avert you from your fate
To kill your creator
Alas, it seems that you indeed the one
Who will put the world’s end
Cold as your frozen heart
I banish you to the ends of Earth
Where your wife ends her life
Till time’s end
Till the day you shall kill me and my children
But not without a fight
Let us show you that fate can be overturned
And then you will realize
How futile you are
Before your own creator!”
Thus end the war between immortals
Sky was silence until today
As his punishment
Lord Waldemar , heart frozen in anguish
His glorious flying fortress
Fell onto the northern lands
His retainers all dead
Alone within his castle
Lamenting his lost wife
Unjustly taken from him
Now crying for his fate
Though he could not comprehend
No more of what Wind says
For he closed his heart
Forever encaged within ice
To be alone
Until the end of time
The end of our time
Where words will no longer
The time Lord Oblivion
Welcomes everyone in his land
Even his Father
That despises him
No one is at fault…
Lamenting of his loss, no matter thousands of years has passed. The passing of the days of flight. Unjustly taken away, for him, the remaining path was path of revenge. To banish Sky to the lands of death, and let the very sky crumble, crushing the land beneath. When it’s done, it was Father’s turn to be sent to Plains of Oblivion, which exists not in material world. Let everyone forget His existence. And render the remaining pieces of soil frozen. Bringing the eternal winter fate predicted as world’s end at last. Leaving misty underworld intact, for no living nor dead could best Lord of Dead. Not even Father, his creator.
Passing the years by himself, only natural that he felt lonely. Though he rejects others’ presence he longed for other existence. Comfort and warmth he seeks not, only someone to talk to. Spending eternity together until the promised day arrives at last. Yet Lord Oblivion, cunning as he is, has made former king Waldemar forgotten how did Sky took his wife away, thinking other as possession instead of living being. Walking within the dark halls used to be bright and music filled sang by the muses, thoughts deep in thought. A powerful being as he is, nothing escapes his senses. Be it the movement of packs of wolves, the secluded single being on jagged peaks…and a curious existence. Small presence, but living on plains of finale.
Longing for another being, he set out his frozen fortress. Curious of what life beats even cruel white death. He rode out from Earth’s End, his empty kingdom none resides in but himself. Surrounded by jagged peaks, allowing none enter nor out but the king himself. Guarded by packs of wolves, commanded by Father of Life himself, afraid of premature destruction. Easily passing afraid wolves, daring not to fight him, he set out toward snowy plains where Edelweiss is. Soon he found what he set out to; the white flower surrounded by snow, her friend. The very snow surrounded her protectively, sensing the coming of the Undying King. Harbinger of Doom.
Sensing another being, Edelweiss turned. Thinking of her faithful wolf friend, she uttered “Adalwolf?”. But surprised she to found a crownless king in front of her instead of the white wolf with pair of ruby eyes. His presence was so glorious despite the passing of days. To this being, Edelweiss bowed in honoring the man “To whom I am granted this honor? I didn’t feel your presence until you were near, I was deep in thought. To that, I offer you my deepest apology. How could I not show proper courtesy in the presence of such glorious being.”
Slightly surprised Lord Waldemar replied “Thou art not afraid of us? Art thou not? We are the ones that live beyond jagged mountains north of here. Wolves and Mountains surround us. Residing within submerged castle, once a feat to eyes averting their gaze upward. To the hateful sky. We are the ones that shall purge this world, and thou art not afraid of us?”
“I am no wise man, but I sense no dark feeling out of you, sire. Only anger and sadness.”
“Curious being, so small yet noble. This fine lady must came from a noteworthy lineage. Please do tell us of your bloodline” asked Undying King, deeply interested in other being, something he had not done for long. Days and seasons he could no longer count.
To be continued ... strayraccoon.livejournal.com/931.html
We are called the muses, jester, bards, whatever you fancy call. Names we matters not, nor gold we seek. For those trinkets only sharpen our - in this matter ‘our’ is ‘we’ not ‘our people’ - greed not our skills in entertaining.
We do not have strong muscles like you stonemason, who left wives and bed before sun rises. Seeking beauty upon rocks and pebbles. Sending beauts upon beauts toward cities’ artisan, who would then refine their shine and to Lord’s chambers shall they go, rivaling the palace’s best flocks. Nor we excel in swordsmanship, neither for defending our lords nor our beloved. Not even our belief, though important, we accept death when time comes, whether it is on our beds or like dogs under cold rain upon the streets. “
“Aye, sire. Maybe we don’t speak fancy like ye, but we do know night come tae a close. We have children tae lull and wives tae love, not tae mention stone tae carve. So don’t waste our time with yer ramblings, go on about the point will ye?”
“Oh, forgive us, our passion for beauty in words and songs do not lose to your passion for rocks, as you already witness. Although this passion makes us rambling on. Well then, my good man, please do reprimand us should we stray from the dreary path. Now then, the story should begin as it should be … ‘a long time ago there was…’ , should we speak of human exploit, since this is not… ‘suppose another entrance is required. Now, now, children of stone people, gather around us. T’is memory passed down in our lineage shall now pass upon you, tell this to your future children and grandchildren, so no longer it shall be forgotten. Ah, a mockery to Lord Oblivion, shall we begin?
T’is story is unknown to your people, for it came from times of old, before human even exist….
Upon a world human know not, a time beyond known calendar. Long before Old and New Testament. Far before the first humans were cast away from Father’s Garden. T’was the time only Mother Earth remembers, for she never forgets those of her off springs. Those she cherished equally and grieved for their unjust passing.
Of two-legged self-proclaimed Earth Conqueror, those who are only able to pray and worship the greatness beyond. Once these two-legged children spoke common tongue, now considered ancient tongue. Yet their pride has brought Father’s wrath and cursed them, His own children. To be battered by their own pride, never to trust and believe to none but one’s self. Their towering pride crushed, leaving only dust. Whilst the former residence went on endless journey across the world.
Of scaled winged conqueror once ruling the sky, before envious Sky broke their wings, render them useless, cursing their fate as they crawl their then pitiful life on Earth. Of Sea Dweller, called Merman and Mermaid, lived upon bright city upon water’s depths, brighten places sunlight could never reach. Only to suffer Creator’s wrath as he meaninglessly feared the prowess of Sea Dweller. Fear beyond word, the fear of : ‘losing to creation’. Cities crushed, buried below Mother’s Womb. Only sad ruins of past’s glory remain.
“Among these memories, long lost to Lord Oblivion, who claimed the treasure of old worlds as his own, was a memory of a single flower amidst ravage storm upon white dead land. A sad one, we must say, ready your handkerchief, brothers and sisters, for tears cannot be hold back once they flow. A fair trade for saving yet another treasure belonged to Mother Earth out of Oblivion’s clutches. Let us retrace the memories Mother cherishes so, and return her beloved daughter that beats death:
Noble White - Edelweiss.
Yet, dear friend and siblings, our story doesn’t begin with astonishingly stunning flock as probably some of you wished. Alas, he who plays the role as our main hero is none other than guardian of white dead lands.”
Pure white mother, strength rivaling male beasts of the race. White fur and sharp claws upon slender feminine figure showing nothing but danger to those dares trespass her territory. A pair of sapphire blue eyes gleaming within dark, render warriors drop their jaws and tails upon her coming. All she had was traits of Northern strength and pride. Father as black as darkest night, Mother Earth’s wisdom he earned. The only wisdom he wouldn’t touch was the death upon dead land’s edge where King of Death resides. Dark fur and ruby red eyes hiding knowledge deep within. By distance love matters not, both met and quickly they mate. The offspring of both clans soon came into the world. Symbolization of both strength and wisdom. Having the pride of both clans, indeed is a great honor. Yet, ill fate awaits innocent off spring, is to be deprived of both clans.
Of the whites claimed. ‘Though strength and pride you possess. Of prowess rivaling the best hunters of our clan, even the storms itself. Even if you claim you are of the whites, indeed your fur is, but your ruby red eyes defy you. Wisdom does not belong to our kind.’<
Whilst the black claimed. ‘Indeed thou possess wisdom rivaling our elder. Vast indeed your knowledge that even wisest of our kind envy. We are eager to share our fire and food and talk what we know. Yet, those white furs belong to northern strength and pride. It is not our place to accept thou.’
Rejected by his own kind, for he has both pride. Among the dark fleet, a single pure white wolf ran along. Though he hunts the most and knows more than most dark ones, not one willing to share. Among the sapphire blue, a pair of ruby red showing wisdom contrasted. Though his strength rival best hunters and warriors, none shall acknowledge him. The only remaining fate of this young wolf was a solemn seclusion among jagged peaks upon roofs of the world.
Alone upon frozen peaks, where storm hits hardest, leaving no trail of green. Not even a single insect left alive. None but the lone wolf trailing upon snowy path for countless seasons. Among those, there were times would he blame his parentage for his secluded life. Times where he would scream his heart, yet none would hear. Only pitiful echo replied his cries, she who is cursed not to speak her own mind but mimicry of others, wishing to ease the pain .Alas, pure echo, intention so noble yet unknowingly wound adolescent’s heart so.
“Fate is cruel indeed, but no need to fear. Once the greatest of men challenged against her and won. Knew he not, what cruel fate had woven. Would it an eternal serene life as an hermit or a warrior noted by all clans, he knew not. The story has been woven and the stage set. The only remaining piece was the actor.”
Another season had passed, slowly revealing scarce sunlight. A rare feat to all residing within dead land, be they creature of day or night. All welcome the coming of short summer, but the grieving lone wolf. Treading on his own trail, among frozen peaks. Witnessing seasons come and go. The lonely days passed and to come. Among these usual days would fate unravel his role. Thus, as fate has woven before his birth, the young wolf left his solemn sanctuary upon haggard peaks toward White Plains bordering lands of life and death.
Oblivious what fate had woven, treading upon desolate lands said to host the final battle at the end of time. Ill promise which shall never be broken, be mortals or immortals perished beforehand. All kind living on Earth shall raise fighting forces seeking destruction. Alas, fate tells the world must return to its’ origin, the chaos. Then, what fate awaits upon promised land? A meeting. As trivial as it sounds, it was significant. A meet that will lead to another, bonds built and nurturing trust. None will describe their meet but this song passed down our lineage.
Upon
White jagged peaks
The Frozen World’s roof
Where storm endlessly ravage
Both the living and dead
Wolves howl chilled
The bravest of warriors
Of no ill intention they did so
Only to protect children of Spring
From clutches of restless dead
Among white snow
Stood a lone flower
As white as the snow
Lonely yet strong enough
To beat death offered
Snow her friend
Protected her from all ill
Treasure rivaling all gems
Single life among death
Approached lone guardian
Leading children of spring away
Far from lands of death
Intrigued by this life
Safe from haggard storm
Surviving trials and tribulation
Standing proud and tall
Claiming : “I am Alive”
Astonishingly prideful lady
Soon the wolf attracted to her
As fate has woven before
Black fate awaits
Unknowing her role
Prideful noble white lady
In delivering white death
Upon her friend
The wolf
Astonished by life before him, treasure among treasure, most valuable among gems and diamonds. Single white flower snow protected all might. The wolf said “Say, to whom I gain this honor, for this fateful encounter. She who resides on plains of the dead, host of last battle deciding world’s fate at the end of time. Land supporting no life, rejecting green -which I never saw my whole pitiful life- and smallest life form possible. And yet, you alone, beat white death. So tiny yet strong. Tell this unworthy one, your name milady”
Her answer surprised the wolf “You are not unworthy, wise one, for you approached us in caution. Where others taking no heed of snow’s warning, underestimating us. What they met was white death, which protected me instead of taking me down to misty underworld. Where all heroes and villains eventually go . Worthy and unworthy ones are taken to Death himself. But you, alone, despite our appearance, didn’t lower your guard and address us so. We are more than happy to comply to your wishes. White death has named us, Edelweiss, for our shared color with them and as a pact of protection in return of this unworthy life. Now, if we may be so rude, may you honor us in turn, by telling who you are?”
“Life protected by death himself is far from unworthy, milady. He who takes life now protects and befriends this tiny life. Ah, Noble White, indeed the name suits you well. As for me, I am nothing but a wolf rejected by any packs. No tribe would accept me as one of them, for my parentage. My strength is northern yet my wisdom belongs to southern. I have no name to offer, for my kind uses the same name to call upon individuals. Not to mention this unworthy one who lives in seclusion” replied the wolf.
Claimed Edelweiss, white flower friend and counterpart of white death “Then they don’t know what they had wasted. The northern tribe has lost best hunter and southron missed vast knowledge to share. If we may, wise one, to call you by name for you don’t belong to any pack. Do not frown, friend. Indeed you are rejected by your own kind for your questioned lineage. But, friendship does not count parentage. As so for strength and wisdom, both favor you well”
Surprised the wolf said “Ah, my apology, this secluded life has made me forget what it’s like to talk to others. Please call me whatever favors you well, a name specially to address this secluded one. Call me whatever comes to mind, for it will be a great relief and made even my pitiful worth it, just to hear you utter my name. ”
“Not to mention your prowess in crafting word, nonetheless” .If wolves could blush he would then, being not used to praises and compliments. Satisfied with her little playful act, Edelweiss continued “Let us honor you, by calling you Adalwolf. T’is name, only we know, and of course honored white death who knows everything. He who shall call your name the last before sending you to underworld, in our wish an honored seat had been placed for you and only you. But, if we may be selfish for once, to whisper this name to you as you draw your last breath. Not that we say this in ill intention. Your time is still far we’re sure of that”
Satisfied, the baptized Adalwolf replied “I shall be your and only one Adalwolf- Noble Wolf, a great honor you bestowed upon me. Although I am not, I will not say a word against you milady. If we are to rattle on about, the world would have reached its’ end before we could finish it. And to grant your selfish wish, I f I may, to be by your side as my life reached its’ end. In turn, I would call your name for the last time, before white death carries me to my eternal resting place in misty underworld. Waiting your arrival” Seeing the white flower sighed so, he continued “Please do not feel guilty for simply uttering your wish, for you did me a great honor. I never felt alive like I do now. If not for you, I would belong to Lord Oblivion instead”
“Ah, yes, the dreadful Lord of Forgotten Ones. Lord of those without names and those punished under his able hand. If there is a single life cries the name of his victims, then the Lord would return him to where he belongs, unwillingly. I shudder at the fact you could be there, tortured being exist and not at the same time. With none would cry for you”
“That is why, milady, your wish and intentions are noble. No longer may He of Forgotten Ones claim me. Of this name, Adalwolf, which saved me a great deal, I vow you my eternal loyalty. I shall protect you as white death does. If he protects you from all death threats, I shall do so. To protect you from all living may harm. In return, should I fall from my attempt to protect you, please do as you promised earlier, only so I would gladly taken to Death’s hand.”
“It shall be done, noble wolf; this promise will never be broken as long as you wish for it. As I do mine”
It was then how the fated two met. Completely oblivious of what fate had arranged. The two of them met at promised place each day, comforting each other’s loneliness. Despite their just met, they talk like long separated friends. Completely used to each others’ existence. Should they be separated, uneasiness burdens their heart, longing for company. It would be then Adalwolf rushes like a girl in love -despite how bad the comparison is to the story - to the place Edelweiss always wait. White death honor their wishes, two lonely existences protecting each other. He envies not, for he too befriend them. When time told him to carry their lives to misty underworld, he would then let them utter each others’ name, as promised. A vow is not to be broken, he said. Death is a promise no living can break, not even the Immortals who will eventually meet their fateful end at last. But this promise between these noble whites , Adalwolf and Edelweiss, is a vow worth the praise. Let they fulfill their vow before Death does.
Happiness doesn’t meant to be eternal, no matter mortals wishing for it. Only anguish and sorrow does. That is exactly why Death, takes life, so none are sad and anxious. Now, the harbinger of doom looms toward these two…
“Frown not, our little friend. Soon enough you will learn that happiness cannot be brought without struggle” smiled Traveling Bard, adults called him “A story cannot continue with hero and heroine only, a villain is order to continue, though it might be difficult for you now to comprehend. This Lord is not completely at fault. Yes, Lord Waldemar, your mothers might have told about his exploits before Sleep takes over you each night. Undying King that invoked wrath of God, in turn seeks revenge against the immortals. Fate decided he shall be the one that will bring the end of time toward the world we know. Lord Waldemar, King of Winged Ones that once ruled the sky…no longer he shall soar the sky until time decides so.
We mortals could never comprehend his sadness, now left alone when his retainers are gone to underworld, forgetting their previous life, sleeping beneath the earth until their king summons them once again to put everything at end. Now, I remember a song telling his Kingdom’s Golden Age as well as its’ destruction…
Lord Waldemar shepherd of his people
The kind Wind cherished most
Allowing them to built houses within sky
Soaring the sky at will
Fully grateful for the wings given
By Lady Wind that loves freedom most
The Lord’s betrothed
Her hands were given to him at Time’s Beginning
Father of all life promised her
In return of eternal loyalty
To fight alongside Him at Time’s End
Alongside her, Lord Waldermar
Strong and virtuous leader
Continued to lead his people
Virtuous King and Kind Queen
Lord of all flights
Lady of free wind
As long as they rule together
Their flight will keep shining
Alas, envious Sky wanted Wind for himself
Lusting for her, he brought Wind
To frozen land of north
And did with her all he pleased
Protecting her virginity
She gave up her life
Forever encaged within ice
Whilst crying in anguish
That is why storm hits northern land the worst
This did not please Waldemar
Fully knowing Sky was Father’s favored child
He commenced battle against him
Father, kind and wise as He is
Could not stand idly
Whilst his favored child being hurt
“Child, you disappoint me
Not only you had me broke my promise
You also take others’ wife
Whom not your intended
Now, not only I lose my daughter
I’ll lose two sons battling over her
Both of you are at fault
For taking what others have
For fighting against your own father
My child that rules the sky
I punish you by silence
No longer are lives on earth able to hear your voice
You are to stay still until Time’s End!
And you my child that rules over flight
My daughter’s beloved husband
I tried to avert you from your fate
To kill your creator
Alas, it seems that you indeed the one
Who will put the world’s end
Cold as your frozen heart
I banish you to the ends of Earth
Where your wife ends her life
Till time’s end
Till the day you shall kill me and my children
But not without a fight
Let us show you that fate can be overturned
And then you will realize
How futile you are
Before your own creator!”
Thus end the war between immortals
Sky was silence until today
As his punishment
Lord Waldemar , heart frozen in anguish
His glorious flying fortress
Fell onto the northern lands
His retainers all dead
Alone within his castle
Lamenting his lost wife
Unjustly taken from him
Now crying for his fate
Though he could not comprehend
No more of what Wind says
For he closed his heart
Forever encaged within ice
To be alone
Until the end of time
The end of our time
Where words will no longer
The time Lord Oblivion
Welcomes everyone in his land
Even his Father
That despises him
No one is at fault…
Lamenting of his loss, no matter thousands of years has passed. The passing of the days of flight. Unjustly taken away, for him, the remaining path was path of revenge. To banish Sky to the lands of death, and let the very sky crumble, crushing the land beneath. When it’s done, it was Father’s turn to be sent to Plains of Oblivion, which exists not in material world. Let everyone forget His existence. And render the remaining pieces of soil frozen. Bringing the eternal winter fate predicted as world’s end at last. Leaving misty underworld intact, for no living nor dead could best Lord of Dead. Not even Father, his creator.
Passing the years by himself, only natural that he felt lonely. Though he rejects others’ presence he longed for other existence. Comfort and warmth he seeks not, only someone to talk to. Spending eternity together until the promised day arrives at last. Yet Lord Oblivion, cunning as he is, has made former king Waldemar forgotten how did Sky took his wife away, thinking other as possession instead of living being. Walking within the dark halls used to be bright and music filled sang by the muses, thoughts deep in thought. A powerful being as he is, nothing escapes his senses. Be it the movement of packs of wolves, the secluded single being on jagged peaks…and a curious existence. Small presence, but living on plains of finale.
Longing for another being, he set out his frozen fortress. Curious of what life beats even cruel white death. He rode out from Earth’s End, his empty kingdom none resides in but himself. Surrounded by jagged peaks, allowing none enter nor out but the king himself. Guarded by packs of wolves, commanded by Father of Life himself, afraid of premature destruction. Easily passing afraid wolves, daring not to fight him, he set out toward snowy plains where Edelweiss is. Soon he found what he set out to; the white flower surrounded by snow, her friend. The very snow surrounded her protectively, sensing the coming of the Undying King. Harbinger of Doom.
Sensing another being, Edelweiss turned. Thinking of her faithful wolf friend, she uttered “Adalwolf?”. But surprised she to found a crownless king in front of her instead of the white wolf with pair of ruby eyes. His presence was so glorious despite the passing of days. To this being, Edelweiss bowed in honoring the man “To whom I am granted this honor? I didn’t feel your presence until you were near, I was deep in thought. To that, I offer you my deepest apology. How could I not show proper courtesy in the presence of such glorious being.”
Slightly surprised Lord Waldemar replied “Thou art not afraid of us? Art thou not? We are the ones that live beyond jagged mountains north of here. Wolves and Mountains surround us. Residing within submerged castle, once a feat to eyes averting their gaze upward. To the hateful sky. We are the ones that shall purge this world, and thou art not afraid of us?”
“I am no wise man, but I sense no dark feeling out of you, sire. Only anger and sadness.”
“Curious being, so small yet noble. This fine lady must came from a noteworthy lineage. Please do tell us of your bloodline” asked Undying King, deeply interested in other being, something he had not done for long. Days and seasons he could no longer count.
To be continued ... strayraccoon.livejournal.com/931.html