I was watching the violet and mauve arms unfold and envelope the muted colors of lavender and orange, twilight is my favorite time of the day, it is that in between time of day light and night time, the hushed whispers of the grass sing around me and I can feel the spirits embracing my soul. I lay down my troubles beneath the skies benevolent gaze. I close my weary eyes and allow myself to hear and feel the answers, I let the arms of the plains enfold me thru the dark of night until I can see the light.
Beneath my feet I can feel the heartbeat of everyone of the tribe, each one is unique and distinct, each holds a scent in the air that clings to each thunderous rhythm that echoes in my mind. I recall the many times I used to tell Cana that Fonce was still alive that his heart still beat within the plains, I now listen once more with a bit more attention than usual. Ba'atars still beats steady and strong and with purpose. For a while I would lose myself to the rhythmic echo that would resound around me as if I were standing in the middle of the drummers clan and they beat thousands of drums, the voices of each would weave thru the sounds, at one time it would have cut thru me like shards of glass driving me insane with all the chaos that it seemed to hold, but as time has passed I have learned to simply be in tune to it, creating a volume to it, allowing it to be silent or a mere whisper or like now to be loud and clear to expand and encompass my very being. There are times when I just need to listen to the plains and the tribe.
I was so intent on listening that I did not hear the sounds around me, someone had come up behind me and I was unaware of them. I turned and smiled but there was something not right as I looked at the warrior, he had this cruel almost demonic expression to his face something I had never seen, he did not say a word, and before I could ask what was wrong, I noticed a flash in the first kiss of the moons as a blade was slowly coming down towards me, I was to stunned to react, for the first time I think I was frozen in complete horror and terror, I do not fear much and I am not intimidated easily but in that instant I felt such a profound heaviness of both. The pain that seared thru my chest as I heard the blade grind along bone was indescribable, I could feel the bones break and splinter, it was worse than a cauterizing iron being thrust into me. I wanted to scream but the sound was lost to me, I could not even force it out as the pressure in my chest was so great that I could not draw in a breath,the warmth of my blood soaked thru the vest I wore, and all the while his face never changed in its grotesqueness as I felt the blade glide downward, I felt his hand about my throat as if he were occluding my airway to prevent sound, I could catch glimmers of blackness on the outer perimeters of my vision and quickly closing in. I could see my blood quench the ground and decorate the grass with each slowing beat of my heart, I could hear one less heartbeat on the plains. As my body crumbled and folded in on itself he merely laughed. " I am the green fire within the brick. " His words made no sense to me and I gave no further thought to it as I felt the ground beneath me and blackness consume me.
I could see myself laying on the ground blood pooled around my now lifeless form, is this how it all ended. Killed by someone that I knew, by someone of the tribe, someone that I considered a friend, it made no sense, tuchuk do not kill tuchuk, and friends did not betray each other like this, of course they do a voice whispered you know this to be true you have seen it before. I looked around realizing that I was hovering above the plains, it is beautiful. But still I did not want to die, why would the skies take me now, was it my time to join Garyx and my sons Lochlan,Kaine, and Temujun along with my daughters Tanzia and Sierra.
"No, it is not yet your time." Now that drew my attention in the distance I could see a wagon in the shadows, and I walked towards it, walking inside it was dimly lit, I could not make out who was there but there was a warrior standing there, "Death does not sing your name, it but prepares you for a new chapter in your life, do not close your heart to possibilities. You have realized you have reached a new stage in your life and I am waiting for you." I had to think on this.
Yes, I did know that something subtle had been changing, I felt it, I had come to the conclusion that I have reached a new stage in my life, I knew this just by how I was doing various things in my life, there was an underlying calmness beneath the surface. But what it was exactly I was not sure. " Calm the rivers of doubt that have been flowing thru you, look within and know the truth of things." I would nod, "Who are you? " I would ask. "Why have you come to me and what do you mean you wait for me, will it only be thru death I will know you?" I had many questions and I always and an insatiable desire to learn and know things though it had been a while since so many questions bubbled from within me, but he raised a hand, " The only thing I can tell you is that you will find me in life not death,and not even I know of this yet. Now you must return"
I wanted to ask more but before I could, I found myself nearly screaming in pain as if a fire consumed me and was burning me up and I sat up so fast that it took me a few moments to realize I was in my wagon in my own furs, and my breath came in fast ragged breaths, my skin was drenched in sweat and I could feel my hair clinging to my skin. My hands moved along my body as if to close the gaping wound that should be there, but there was no wound,then I looked around, I was in my own wagon. It was a dream. A dream that was so real I could taste and smell everything.
What did it mean. Did I really want to figure it out. I heard something at the entrance of my wagon and I looked and saw Arkus there with a concerned look on his face, "Mother you are alright I heard you scream." I would nod and assure him that I was alright, "It was just a dream" I would smile reassuringly to him and he would nod knowing if something was wrong I would say so. He went off to find his own furs for an hour or two as he had been helping other warriors and he would often pass by late in the night to check to make sure my wagons were taken care of and that I was alright.
I found myself unable to sleep as I tried to figure out that dream and its meaning.
Beneath my feet I can feel the heartbeat of everyone of the tribe, each one is unique and distinct, each holds a scent in the air that clings to each thunderous rhythm that echoes in my mind. I recall the many times I used to tell Cana that Fonce was still alive that his heart still beat within the plains, I now listen once more with a bit more attention than usual. Ba'atars still beats steady and strong and with purpose. For a while I would lose myself to the rhythmic echo that would resound around me as if I were standing in the middle of the drummers clan and they beat thousands of drums, the voices of each would weave thru the sounds, at one time it would have cut thru me like shards of glass driving me insane with all the chaos that it seemed to hold, but as time has passed I have learned to simply be in tune to it, creating a volume to it, allowing it to be silent or a mere whisper or like now to be loud and clear to expand and encompass my very being. There are times when I just need to listen to the plains and the tribe.
I was so intent on listening that I did not hear the sounds around me, someone had come up behind me and I was unaware of them. I turned and smiled but there was something not right as I looked at the warrior, he had this cruel almost demonic expression to his face something I had never seen, he did not say a word, and before I could ask what was wrong, I noticed a flash in the first kiss of the moons as a blade was slowly coming down towards me, I was to stunned to react, for the first time I think I was frozen in complete horror and terror, I do not fear much and I am not intimidated easily but in that instant I felt such a profound heaviness of both. The pain that seared thru my chest as I heard the blade grind along bone was indescribable, I could feel the bones break and splinter, it was worse than a cauterizing iron being thrust into me. I wanted to scream but the sound was lost to me, I could not even force it out as the pressure in my chest was so great that I could not draw in a breath,the warmth of my blood soaked thru the vest I wore, and all the while his face never changed in its grotesqueness as I felt the blade glide downward, I felt his hand about my throat as if he were occluding my airway to prevent sound, I could catch glimmers of blackness on the outer perimeters of my vision and quickly closing in. I could see my blood quench the ground and decorate the grass with each slowing beat of my heart, I could hear one less heartbeat on the plains. As my body crumbled and folded in on itself he merely laughed. " I am the green fire within the brick. " His words made no sense to me and I gave no further thought to it as I felt the ground beneath me and blackness consume me.
I could see myself laying on the ground blood pooled around my now lifeless form, is this how it all ended. Killed by someone that I knew, by someone of the tribe, someone that I considered a friend, it made no sense, tuchuk do not kill tuchuk, and friends did not betray each other like this, of course they do a voice whispered you know this to be true you have seen it before. I looked around realizing that I was hovering above the plains, it is beautiful. But still I did not want to die, why would the skies take me now, was it my time to join Garyx and my sons Lochlan,Kaine, and Temujun along with my daughters Tanzia and Sierra.
"No, it is not yet your time." Now that drew my attention in the distance I could see a wagon in the shadows, and I walked towards it, walking inside it was dimly lit, I could not make out who was there but there was a warrior standing there, "Death does not sing your name, it but prepares you for a new chapter in your life, do not close your heart to possibilities. You have realized you have reached a new stage in your life and I am waiting for you." I had to think on this.
Yes, I did know that something subtle had been changing, I felt it, I had come to the conclusion that I have reached a new stage in my life, I knew this just by how I was doing various things in my life, there was an underlying calmness beneath the surface. But what it was exactly I was not sure. " Calm the rivers of doubt that have been flowing thru you, look within and know the truth of things." I would nod, "Who are you? " I would ask. "Why have you come to me and what do you mean you wait for me, will it only be thru death I will know you?" I had many questions and I always and an insatiable desire to learn and know things though it had been a while since so many questions bubbled from within me, but he raised a hand, " The only thing I can tell you is that you will find me in life not death,and not even I know of this yet. Now you must return"
I wanted to ask more but before I could, I found myself nearly screaming in pain as if a fire consumed me and was burning me up and I sat up so fast that it took me a few moments to realize I was in my wagon in my own furs, and my breath came in fast ragged breaths, my skin was drenched in sweat and I could feel my hair clinging to my skin. My hands moved along my body as if to close the gaping wound that should be there, but there was no wound,then I looked around, I was in my own wagon. It was a dream. A dream that was so real I could taste and smell everything.
What did it mean. Did I really want to figure it out. I heard something at the entrance of my wagon and I looked and saw Arkus there with a concerned look on his face, "Mother you are alright I heard you scream." I would nod and assure him that I was alright, "It was just a dream" I would smile reassuringly to him and he would nod knowing if something was wrong I would say so. He went off to find his own furs for an hour or two as he had been helping other warriors and he would often pass by late in the night to check to make sure my wagons were taken care of and that I was alright.
I found myself unable to sleep as I tried to figure out that dream and its meaning.
