h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The wind blaows around me, carrying the smell of fire, and blood.
It swirls about my person, a small cyclone of visions, troubling my heart.

I see famine
I see pain
I see deception
I see grief

Shaking, I drop to my knees and bury my face in my trembling hands, hoping to hide my tears of pain. For the burden I bear.

The voice of the wind is hollow, and in it, my troubles are confirmed. I feel age, and am looking suddenly from a high pinnacle, overlooking the world. And across the world, I see a vast darkness covering it, like a dark velvet shroud. My hands clench, in silent, pure hatred and rage.

How could they forget?

Where are my brothers? My sisters?
Are there none who will carry the light?
Am I alone, at last? Are there none left who remember?

But I remember. I still remember, and weep for those who have forgotten, for those who have nothing to remember. And, slowly, I step off the pinnacle, and fall, down, deeper and further, faster and all the more so alone. The wind howls in my ear, calling, bidding me to forget, to forget the code, forget my honour, to embrace...

...to describe the darkness I see before me, I need more words than what the mortal tounge can provide. It disgusts me, it is vile, rotting, a festering wound in the soul. The wind whips through my hair, and tears at my heart.

It speaks, that I am alone. Forgotten. There are none left. The others, it had them long ago. Give in. What chance do I have, on my own? I have no other choice. I am alone. I am nothing.
In my decent, I stare into the wind, and see the horrid faces there, the decrepit heart of the dark.

I laugh.

And the darkness riles, reels, and falls back.

I laugh all the more, and with that laughter, grasp the wings provided me, grasp the joy of which I've been given, the joy and hope provided to me, as is all who Know. And as I look into the darkness, I see almost stars, flickering in the darkness.

No, not alone. Never alone. And, with hope and joy, we will scour the land, set it free, to cleanse it, and remove the darkness. No longer will I need smell blood in the air, and no more will the pain haunt my footsteps and shadow my dreams. We will be free.

Now, I like this one. A lot. I know how it's like to be. You know?

The company remains while hope stays true,

Raych.

Thanks.

I put a bit of my soul into that one...

Proving yet again that only being Real and eternal are the things that hold any worth...

Raych

It's good to see souls that mingle with my own.

Yeah! We're sorta a club!

This is fantastic!

Great stuff, Myst.

Well written Myst, well written!

Thanks, guys. Feelin' spiritual right now. May even have enough inspiration for another.

Excellent! Looking forward to it,M.

Yankee-shoes

Here, here!

~Demazed

V Good!