When in the time of the beginning
there was a man and a woman
and they were after the old times
the man told the woman that
he would have hermetically have her.
and she said that that was possible
when there was only one...
It seemed odd to look at scribbles on paper. It seemed more odd not to know which was real, and which was conjecture. but he knew there was a point: some of the scribblings on paper, had actually happened. And some were out of his mind, and needed to be sorted out. It wasn't that the conjectural things were not of any value; on the contrary, they were things being reached into his mind by someone else. Someone else who had plans for him, and was trying to get through. If he could sort out things that had been done, things he was thinking about, and things that were reaching in. And it was who that was reaching in which was important.
He thought about Death and Life-in-Death, and while Death had some good points... No, it was not Death, though the thought had occurred to him many times. indeed it was and obsession, which can be broken. but there was something wrong, and he realized what it was. every time that death had seemed to be the reasonable person, it stopped.
It must be that there had been no mention, no whisper, of the author. which would mean... something but he did not know what. He began to sort out Niccolo and Morwethe, and began too to realize who the hidden author was. It didn't seem right, with the eyes of it behind the page. the words were only coming in clearly through static.... another word that he did not recognize. This made him think that there was some other pattern, a ghost in the machine, Which he realized was something unusual.
The characters voices were flat at first, only coming in to reality very slowly. So well reading this, in the back of his mind, was the dawning realization that something else was going on. He new he was being watched, as it by someone reading over his shoulder. “What's the idea or is this one?” , On one level, he was reading details of which he was quite sure whether they had happened, or the was imagining them. but on another level, He was trying to find out what was perhaps image breathing down his neck, mocking him, because it knew what it was, even if he did not.
“I wanted to see whether the thing which made you keeping watch over you.” of course that was is voice, and the other one was hers. But if you thought about it you should realize that already, and it would be as if speaking to yourself, one higher and one lower.
“Indubitably is you would think otherwise.” The paragon of animals, and the problem of reason.
“So what are we going to do.” He said, though in his minds eye there was a suggestion of more complex dialogue, but he did not know how to begin.
“We have to think of something. A little more than kin, and a little less than kind.”
Realization past over objects face, they had to either trust, him,her, just because it had what seemed like a gender, doesn't mean it was actually that gender. Or it was going to be a liability, whatever its gender was.
“My friend we are going to have to trust you. Or are you going to ditch us? It what will be your plan.” Niccolo decided to lay it on the table.
“I'm small make up your mind and get on with it.” It said. Resting calmly on its knuckles, and stared back at the two of them.
He thought and memory heap broke the bonds and said I'm going to trust you because that will be the only way we can go.
Would that the bonds broke, and he was free. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes so.
“Why wouldn't I spend time with you and then get to when you are not looking?”
“Because this dozen weight or anything.”
“Are you sure?”
“Would you question it if I was ...” She thought that brevity was the soul of wit, in this case.
“I am beginning to see promise in you, do not push your luck. But never doubt that I love you, in a bond kind of way.”
Without they plowed forward whistling which was not something they had been doing before. He was concerned about this. Niccolo he worried about things the warriors had more than a few things that were special. To their arsenal, and these were troubling at least. He thought about the uniforms and the guns, he he thought about other things in their arsenal, he thought about how they had been trapped though they did not know it. Were there more ? Even if the first wave he saw was under control of death there could be more that were not.
Morwethe on the other hand concerned herself, with more practical affairs, such as how they were going to escape. It was normally ends first reaction to but, he had slithered into a great state of awareness. She spent some time getting together what little things they could then she was at her wits end and she said “You have to get over this, we have to do what we have to do.” It was one of the longest speeches that she had delivered in a long time, and it broke his concentration and from on the ground he stood.
“You're right. Rich gifts wax for when givers prove unkind.”
“I was right for that last half an hour.”
“Yes, I'm sorry. ”
“There's rubbish a do you think I am easier to be played on a pipe?”
“And debris that we have gone through, yes I think we do. And we have to go through.”
“All right then, first let's decide what to look for."
“To have a plan?"
“I should but I don't."
“Why? My brain is tormented. To tell the truth, I don't feel like doing anything. I suppose you have to do something. What do you suggest, is it better than doing nothing?”
“ I see.” And she thought about things for a few minutes, and then said : “I would suggest that you pick up the ball and run with it. Rather than just moping around, and tell everyone in the world what you do not want.”
“I suppose not, but it is hard to do, if your feeling as awful as I do now. It is much more to just move around and hope that someone else does something, that you can stand on the sidelines and cheer for. What to you stand for, anyway. We have to stand for something, and I and out of ideas, presently. So if you have something, tell me what it is, and I will react. That I can do.”
Unused this role, she said first “Let's go over everything.”
“I do not want that.”
“Than you suggest something.”
With that he realized that doing something is better than doing nothing, and he was going to have lead. That it should come to this.
With that he stretched out his legs, and started doing something first line of bussiss was to bury the dead, the it time, he got a fire going, then he looked for anything that was of value for shelter at that point he saw something unique. It was the gorgeous figure, figure of a lantern from the back of the ship critter in gold untouched even though rash with other things that had no end no beginning to their ruling. It glistened almost as if it were spelled. It almost felt like it spoke to in. a gleeden into the distance, it had special markings and strange rooms that he had never seen before even if he was looking at them. Like was blue as if a moon, no yet darker still.
Morwethe disturbed him and asked: “Why are you looking at that?”
“It's odd, rightly odd. “ He gazed deeply into the setting and the mirrors.
She gazed into it and saw figures. They were not quite human; bear wolf bobcat were all tangled together in an phase.
“This bothers me a great deal.” She said.
“It does with me, as I said, distinctly odd.”
He took out a penknife, and slowly divided it in two more until finally He had it disassembled but there was nothing wrong, or so it seemed. Through is nothing special and so he put back together, and there it was; it was not in the light but in the oil which imparted machine onto it. This was highly unusual and had happened since they got onto the ship. Morwethe helped him put to not suggest anything else.
Morwethe begin;:“You haven't told me what was going on, with you and her.” she replied elliptically. It was a tangent that he was ready for. Though this madness, yet there is some method to it.
“There's not much to tell. I don't feel like speaking of it. It is not important to the immediate discussion that we were having. But I will tell you that is important to know exactly what happened, so you may be assured that you can answer, when we get out of this mess that we are in.”
“As you wish. What is it related to, if I may ask?”
“That you can have an answer to. It is about the ship that we took off from its home world. It has to do with getting back. As in, not getting back on the same ship.”
Though she didn't have exactly what is wrong, she knew that they were going to use some other transport. Which was fine with her, she had never liked it to begin with.
So they plotted along then doorway, but climbed so beneath them, it was a doorway from the other ship, and it has a strange marking on it, silver mixed with the black , and speckled with gold. It was mark, made of Z and J combined into one. it to glistened and shook. Reached out for them even though no marking was on. Then it became too hot to handle, and they knew something was wrong. Both Niccolo and Morwethe cast down before them, Morwethe cooled her hands, the word so hot to the touch. Things from above came down as well, fiery and brittle.
That said, “There are heating up the atmosphere.” Morwethe cried.
“Yes it seems so.”
So they put a flame and moved to the side of the opening they had to get moving or they would be engulfed. So they put away all of the things they carried.
“Even simple things are hard.”
He turned back and said “If you think that's difficult, I have a feeling that more difficult is to come still.”
They continued to climb up the hill, and then down again. It was difficult because there was no light can seeing was dimly. But they knew something was not right and they could feel that this was not the first boulder that had plunged into this. Nor the second, nor even the third. The trail was difficult and bumpy. As time moved on the were pacing the old light from the shaft and as yet a new light though they did not know what it was.
“Its is eerie. Almost creepy, and macabre, if you don't mind my saying so.” she suddenly realized she was talking to herself, for then anyone else within range.
“You didn't expect it to be welcome did you?”
She grunted. “Yes, but there's a particular feeling about this place.”
They were at the foot of a mountain there was neither enough light from behind or from below, Niccolo drew his side arm and Morwethe drew a short dagger and they began to scamper upwards. It rankled them because of the thin rivulets and cold and chilly feeling of the darkest air. There was pinching feeling every breath that they took. It was almost as if someone were watching them, indeed Niccolo was looking around.
Then they sought looming up off the floor, tower about them, though they could to see what was only that it was human in aspect though considerably taller. They both thought it was death because that is the aspect it shown. There was something about it that said this even more than that, it was the shimmering aspect which created a gloomy pall.
“Who are you?”
“You know want my name. I am Death.”
Once again Death was not deterrent by their frantic little administrations. He was not interested in their human desires, he was interested one thing, and that was pairing of light of their eyes. That he was very intent of indeed. Though his color was white, is eyes were not they were a kind of blackening lesson that appeared gray, in moments like this. Morwethe realized that most of his baggage was skimmed from bric-a-brac, and only the eyes were his own. The eyes which gave form. The rest was meaningless. Meaningless.
Then her attention leapt to something else: destroying was also meaningless. They had to breach the eyes, though she understood that the eyes would grow again, it would be a moments respite. A respise that was necessary now that death had their number, and was rolling it every term. Through the darkness she could see its eyes glistening on her forehead. It was the gaze of death and it was upon her. That is when Niccolo grabbed her from behind and shoved her out of the way. It nearly missed him. He fell down and over and was unconscious on the next landing plane. She was on the ground only half way to standing up. Then out over hands team something that she had she had been preparing, out of nowhere above stood out of her hands it gleamed from its fresh creation born out of magic, and then she fired it.
But Death was not amused, and he shattered the arrow with a wave of his magic. She knew this was it for her, and she clenched waiting for its bolt to rend into her. She fell to her knees and was expecting about to come which never came. She opened her eyes and saw that n had somehow bounced up, and took her place. Getting beam squarely in the chest, and then he flattened and again went backwards. But she was ready, and hold the bow back and studied the bow and loosened it. Death was lit up and going, glowing like a star in the sky.
This howling morass came down knees first and then arms, until there was nothing left, there were no eyes socket. No eyes in seconds all. In came up shivering, and clawing. Stirred through the ashes, but then nothing. There was nothing in the socket.
“That will work, the eye sockets are dark.”
They were on the ground speaking to one another. Murmuring really. As if it were about nothing important.
“I do not understand, eye sockets. One minute there was Death, and the next minute it was if a dream had passed in through the sockets of world. Is that all there is, death, and then a dream? ”
“The eye sockets are what gives it its power, everything else is just an illusion. Remember, everything else is just an illusion.”
“As he and how do we get these out.” She held up a socket which still had life in it.
Though they could not access its power, but they both could feel it.
“I don't know, but I know they are the life. Waiting to come out again.”
Niccolo with his court that wrapped his keychain, and stared at the bottom.
“How are you sure it's the key?” Holding up the key to the life, metaphorical speaking."
“Because it's the only thing alive on it.”
“So you're saying it's lost nothing, just the skin, nothing more.”
“Than the eyes have vanished it, will take some time to store them.”
“That this was good news, at least.”
“We have to destroy the eyes, for it can reabsorb them.”
“What good will that do?"
“It will mean that death will not be able to come here for a while.”
“And, that's the best we can get.”
“Yes, I'm afraid so.”
“That if we don't get the eyes.”
“Then it will be back much sooner, and we will be dead.”
Niccolo looked up and saw the were 20 feet from the entrance, and that it was large. It was hollowing out. They could see up ahead that it was an opening. In looked at it because it was unfamiliar since last he visited. He leaned back, and over his shoulder, told her that she should wait for a moment. Then he grasped a branch and crawling closer weight the branch in front of the area. Immediately it was hit with something a strange force that clearly came from a weapon, which was faster, either someone was casting magic at it, or it something extraordinarily strange as a weapon. He weaved his hand, and rolled into the side in case it would be looking, inwards even, though it was dark.
But nothing did. And he crawled up a little more to see what he could see. .He reached the top and saw some light during down on him he could see many islets of land growing away from them all away back to the horizons. He convert this to what he knew and realized that the sun was bright and there was no ledge speak of, and no harbor for the ships. Covering his eyes he scanned to see what he could see. With no land it was clear there was no place to grab onto a ship, then he realized the ship was doomed and with each bomb blast it was shattering, making it so that each was during through and dropping without a trace. Never more to be seen again.
Indeed he could feel the slippage and looked back, and saw spaces. They were going down if they didn't find something to hold on to. Their work shutters of light streaming up from below, it was clear this was magic, but it was only making stronger.
Among this is going to it is more and more the ground fell away, losing more of its shape. More and more the tunnel was losing its shape, and the ships were plummeting down.
They had to do something quickly, because the bottom was completely pulverized, and the top would have another barrel moving down its recesses any time now. It is not the that time to open hope and wish that time would worse.
One was thing up to avoid this even as their footfalls were landing on air, rather than on soot. But nothing was coming in every footfall was loose that much more dirt, that much more grime, that much pouring waste.
More waste the they knew what to do with. A lot more.
It was Niccolo, not Morwethe, who wretch aside they hair. Their are some things that men are more prone to an women are.
This is one of them. Men will stab, and other things, that could not be mentioned in even impolite company, but show them waste, much less excrement, to many of them will not look at it. They will clean it up, but not look at.
Think on that, if you can.
It was once along time ago, when Morwethe was much younger, much younger then she peered to be. In fact much younger than anyone in the group, including J, which was saying something. You see, there is time, in anyone's life, where they are young, and with most people it really is all that long ago. They are born, and in an instant, they die. There are those who we're here each rather heavily, such as J, all others seem older than they are, which is how it is with <>. than there is M, who looks rather older than she is, and feels alive by the next to other younger people, though she is not one her self. And there is a reason for this.
People who are old, and want to appear that way, revel in there glory, and as they look out over people who are there and gone, are proud of the fact they will still be here after mice rats dogs cats, yes, and even people, will not be. Though some of them will know it themselves, some of them will. People, for example, know that there will be time that some living things will remember them, they, themselves will know longer know longer be among the living, and their will come a time, that a time that only the stars will be there. And they will look at the briefest second, and no that a few people will look back at them. What they don't know is that some of the living people are right next to them, and they won't know. This is the difference between J, who they know will be living, and Morwethe, who they would not guess would be so. It is a fine distinction, but one that is not lost on a soul who things about these things.
When Morwethe was known, and did not know that that was a special time in her life, she settled down with a boy, and I mean that literally. She not did have children, and she remained young, though boy became a man, then and hold man, and then died. She was confused, though she did it with mirrors and such, hoping against hope, that she would age just as her boy had aged. Though it was not to be.
Then one night, when out of darkness, there came a woman, who was older than M had ever dreamed of being.
“Your none what you think are.” said the old woman. This was an odd start to conversation, the thing say the least, but there was more that she had to say, and gradually it became clear.
“Who may I say are you, your disturbing myself and my husband.”
“Your husband has slipped from your grasp. His body is still warm, I hope you have said anything that you were going to say to him.”
And ordinary human would have checked this, the Morwethe knew it was true, as she knew that many things were to, even though she had not checked. She thought it was just her way with things. There were only a few people in range to compare herself to, so it was strange that she would be different, in this way.
“You are different from this crowd of people. In fact you're not a person at all.”
If you were actually a person, this would have been strange to you. You would have started to protest, or explain that that was the case at all, or some such thing as this, but Morwethe knew that it was true, and there was no use denying.
“It does that concern you, old woman?” Morwethe replied.
“Does it make you wonder why? Because if it does I the answer for you, if you want to here what I have to say.”
Morwethe creeped the door open, though not Enough to that the woman in. she was not going to do that as yet.
“You were landed here, and the people who hid you, pretended you were of their own bodies. That was the case, in fact, but with so few people, how was any one to know that?”
“So what and I if not a person?”
“ I think your tail will tell you, at least what you are not.” the old woman appeared over her glasses, and stared at Morwethe. And stared. And stared.
Again, a normal person would have been flustered. But as you can guess, Morwethe was not a normal person, and enlarged the space around the door ever so slightly. She had dreamed of this moment, for all of her life, and finally it was here. She had the it would be different, as if a God or something related to that, would sweep her off of her feet. Instead it was an old woman, which was not what she was expecting at all.
“Should I go on.” Queried the old woman. “Or are you going to live out your life?”
“What other life is there to live?” There was actually a question involved here.
“You were for different. Your not person but one of the hulder things, some of them look human. But only some of them.”
“What about the rest?”
“Most of them are boring, toadstools, and such. But a view of the look human, and you are one of them. So if one to look like a toadstool, give it time, and you will be one. But you don't have to be if you don't want to. And we little application, you will be human all of your life, which is a very long time.”
“What about you?” She looked at the ensemble of her parter, and noted that her gown was older, though finally darn with bunches of innumerable patches, until the point where it resembled a later, which was almost planned.
“I am slowing down, and a toadstool is not such a bad option.” She pulled out a darning of will, and fiddled it with her hands, “But first I need to rescue a few of the hulder folk, and set them on the right way. If you want to, you can make that decision anytime that you want.”
Morwethe just nodded, though very slowly, she was convinced that the woman was crazy. But there was truth to her statements, including the fact that there was, in fact, a tale between her legs, though only her husband knew that when he was so recently deceased. She and her husband, both thought it was odd, but again, there were few enough people as to be strange, but not so stranger then anything else that they could take of. Who is to know the difference? Most people had secrets, that they would rather not tell, and most of them would pretend not to notice.
“So, what do you say.” Continued the older woman. Who was really a very old one of her kind, as Morwethe was a younger one of her kind?
“What kind of restriction to I have live under, their must be a secret pact, or something like it which I have to observe.”
“There is a few things that you have to observe, yes”
“What are they?”
“The first part is obvious, you can only tell one person at a time.”
“I assume you mean person, and not a hulder.”
“That's right. You can tell all of us anything you like.”
“What else is there?”
“Why don't we set ourselves down, out here there are things that will blow with wind, and you will get in trouble.”
And so that is what they did, settle in down in to the cozy cottage, among the group of trees. And they talked for a long time, getting all of the stories straight. As always, there were only a few restrictions, but they have restrictions that have to be followed exactly. And it was in that language of the hulder that the restrictions had to be in. So the older woman had to teach Morwethe the basics of that language, which she knew so well. Morwethe was very fluent, for it was her native language, though she didn't know it.
It was a long time to teach all of these many topics, and when the old woman left, any means had actually passed. Morwethe was to young, though almost all of the people she grew up with were ancient, or dead. She mourned there passing, but it was different, because no longer felt one of them. After a time, they were all dead, and she herself got up and left. She would wonder world, taking lovers, and doing all of the things that lovers did. Only she would pick up and leave, setting farewell in a letter which was true, and false, at the same time. Then she would settle down, and settle down someplace else, the same thing all over again.
There are some details that need to be mentioned, such as the original story occurred under ground, far a way from the sun. people who did not live under a true son did not know the difference.
He sat and read the entire piece twice. But still he did not know where the voice came from.