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| Rainbow God | Aug 24 2010, 07:06 AM Post #1 |
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sweet sugary goodness
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Lethio Ages and centuries past, the earth slowly claiming all that is forgotten, white marble columns long broken and swallowed by the earth, only their tips still visible, yet even those tips were as high as the trees and as thick as the widest oak... Even with it's power, the tremendous feeling one gets stepping into ruins so majestic they seem surreal, it was hardly visible as the earth has long taken upon those columns and halls, upon the holy castle of the Seventh Kingdom, even the smallest bits of sunlight unable to seep through the thick cover of leaves. One could call it peaceful if one would walk the moss covered ground round the pillars and columns following the ancient paths that once were white marble halls and sun shone high in the sky, the white city going up the mountain to it's very tip, shining brilliantly from a distance, calling forth to itself travelers and merchants, artists and singers, beggars and nobles, knights and thieves. The city was the peak of an ancient civilization, the diamond of glory, power, beauty and peace. Tolerance and freedom was found in this city, the capital of the Seventh Kingdom, the holy castle of two, sister and brother, warriors and mages, immortal heroes who's powers could not be surpassed. Till these days the marble called for them, for their king and queen, two names sounding as one; Lethio and Lethia. They ruled the kingdom for over two ages, never getting old, never growing weak and the kingdom thrived, the White City became a living legend of heaven on earth, the heroes were proclaimed Gods of the world, even with other kingdoms trying to oppress the movement. it grew with each day, people traveled into the city to seek the heaven. And each one that came was given land and each one was given freedom, and each argument was resolved by the king and queen in peace. And love prospered within the castle, in the hearts of the heroes, for one another. So strong it was unimaginable, every fiber of their being given fully to the other... And yet, Lethia's heart went dark. Nobody knows what corrupted the light in her soul, and her love changed, leaving a cold and merciless power, stronger only that of Lethio. Yet his love, so deep that it became selfish, didn't let him see the truth and for a long while he lingered by her side, forcing himself to believe her lies, becoming her pawn, her weapon, blinded and closed, always in conflict within .Then one day, after the nine kingdoms of the middle east were on the line to be completely wiped from the face of the earth, his eyes opened. In that night, that peaceful and windless night he held her for the last time. In a few hours she would rise up and show the power of a goddess she was, laughing into the face of the end of the world... Yet her hands never lifted and the immortal blood seeped into the soil beneath them. Still holding her in his arms, Lethio sang an enchantment, lifting her curse of immortality so she could be reborn again, uncorrupted, pure and the same he loved for two hundred years. The body shone brightly, falling into dust as the last drop of blood fell onto the ground. And in that place a tree rose, so high and wide it covered everything in darkness, an immortal tombstone to the one mighty hero of the past. The White city fell under the siege of the combined kingdoms, the armies sought the heroes, yet it all disappeared. The white city fell into ruin from the sound of his voice, crying for his love, not a moment without her as painful as the next. In that sadness he surrounded the city by mountains and went to travel, erasing any knowledge of the Seventh Kingdom he found till it became nothing more than a myth. He returned to he marble ruins, the sun shining bright onto the two thrones and sat upon his own, looking down at the ground. The setting sun shone through the windows as his silent tears fell down and echoed in the lost city, drop by drop, till his lips started enchanting and the silent voice shook the foundations of the earth, the mother opening her womb and taking back the brilliance of the white city into the darkness of oblivion. As he sang the last words, in the last rays of sunlight he saw a mirage of his beloved, Lethia, hair as long and white as his, almost reaching the ground, red flowers in her hair like small drops of blood and dressed in a gown of the same blue as her eyes. Lethio reached for her, a smile on his face, as if calling her forth to come with him, yet he fell asleep, a white statue of marble, as brilliant as once this kingdom, the silent guardian of the past. Letters appeared on the bottom of the throne, speaking his name and the last words for his beloved, left there waiting for ages, thousands of years, still waiting, still asleep, still loving."Take my hand and wake me from the bitter cold, from the beds of everlasting snow, to walk this earth with you again, Lethia." they said, but in this day and age nobody could read them, as they were sunk into the ground with the bottom stairs to the throne, now only the top left, only the chair and him, leaning forward slightly, hand stretched for you to take hold, calling you somewhere, a small smile on his face, yet eyes as sad as the moon, hair loose and scattered to his back and shoulders seemed so real, yet never moved with the wind, the white robe covering him, silver strands of a pattern on it still shining as bright as new, even though the throne grew over with moss and wild flowers, Lethio himself left untouched by the hands of time, even if another thousands of years passed and he would sink into the ground, he would still remain, eternally bound to his enchantment. |
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| Gray | Aug 28 2010, 11:58 PM Post #2 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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All his life, he'd had strange dreams about a crumbling castle; he used to lose himself in an imaginary world in which that castle was whole and beautiful, and he lived there happily, ruling over the kingdom as he'd been born to do. He knew the exact placement of each pillar, and knew that there was a loose stone in the wall on the left hand side of the great hall, just across from the first set of pillars. He knew that outside of those windows was a wondrous rose garden with cozy little nooks and private benches where lovers might steal a moment or two to themselves. But despite all the dreams and the time spent imagining himself there, Lathian grew up in a world that disapproved of such things, and he learned to hide his thoughts and dreams from his family and friends. As a child, he would spend hours writing down his dreams and turning them into stories; but still, as basic and child-like as they'd been, they had carried a certain poignancy that had disturbed his parents and earned him weekly trips to a therapist to help curb his 'overactive imagination.' Thanks to countless sessions with a therapist and innumerable hours spent blocking the crumbling castle from his thoughts, Lathian had all but purged himself of the memory of his past dreams and had managed to convince himself that, no matter how brilliantly the sun shone, or sweetly the birds called, or how his heart ached with remembered joy and love, none of it had been real; it was all part of his dreams and delusions, as he'd been taught to refer to them. No longer did he spend his waking days imagining himself walking those crumbled halls and restoring their once-former glory; no longer did his heart break when he was forced to return from that fairytale castle into his own real life. And if he still had the occasional dream that left an ache in the region of his heart, no one needed to know that but him. And now, he was here on vacation, in this mystical land he'd heard so much about, and had deliberately wandered away from the rest of the tour. He'd never been much of a people person, and large crowds tended to make him antsy; especially when odd things seemed to happen around him whenever his nerves kicked in. So, as the tour guide had directed the group's attention elsewhere, Lathian had slipped to the back of the throng of tourists and quietly slid away. And now, here he was, alone in a forest that seemed to be alive with quiet voices and a faint trickle of magic, and he felt more at home and peaceful than he had in years. There was an intangible something that beckoned him forward; and though it was odd and completely unexpected, he neither questioned nor resisted the pull. Slowly, one foot stepping in front of the other, he made his way up a broad, gradually inclined hill. Through the trees, he could see the ruins of what must have once been a magnificent castle. As if in a dream, the trees seemed to fade away and be replaced by paths and houses and shops; friendly, familiar faces who called out greetings and reached out to shake hands. And his own hands, reaching back, seemed somehow more feminine and yet more powerful all at once. The sense of recognition was gone as quickly as it had come, and the hill was once again simply that; a quiet, pleasant hill covered in trees and fallen leaves Lathian took his time, seeing no reason to rush forward and wanting to absorb the tranquility that surrounded him. Still, he reached the ruined castle faster than he would have originally thought possible; and as he crested the hill and the ruins came into sight, his imagination and reality collided harshly. It was the castle from his childhood dreams; the place he had imagined himself for so long, that it now seemed almost like coming home. There was the faint sweetness in the air of the long neglected rose gardens; the grand, majestic pillars that now stood like sporadic sentinels against the elements. Trembling fingers reached out to touch the stone in the wall, and the man was unsurprised when he was able to pry it loose relatively easily. The surprise lay inside the niche where the stone had rested; a lovely silver ring with an intricate design of twisted metal that seemed far too small to actually fit him. However, when he slid the cool metal over his finger, it warmed instantly and almost seemed to adjust itself to fit him. That was, of course, impossible - it was simply larger than it appeared at first, he told himself. Continuing down the hall of marble pillars, he came to a large throne room, and here his memory ended. This room had never been in any of his dreams or imaginings, and despite his curiosity, his gaze landed on the stone figure at the far end of the room and his feet pulled him forward before his mind made sense of the scene. The expression on the statue's face was exquisite, and he raised his now-beringed hand to stroke long fingers over the cool stone of one cheek. Unbidden, a name came to his mind, and he spoke it aloud even as his hand trailed downward to grip the stone hand that was held out. "Lethio..." ((Sorry it took me so long to reply; I haven't been feeling well. I hope this is okay; let me know if I got any of the details wrong and I can go back and edit. <3)) |
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| Rainbow God | Aug 29 2010, 07:27 PM Post #3 |
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sweet sugary goodness
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Everything stilled for just a split second, tension rising in the air almost immediately as a long sigh escaped the lips of white marble, the once skin regaining color and heat, almost as white as the marble itself, long fingers gripping those that touched his hand with a grip stronger than any man could have, as if gripping for his own life. Blue appeared on the structure of the eyes, gazing at the man in front of him, white hair soon moving again, the cloth folding and rustling with the slight movement of his chest as he breathed. His grip was strong and the smile disappeared for a moment as his eyes wondered into the male's searching, analyzing, till his thumb traced the ring on his finger. Pale lips curved back into the same smile, though happiness filling his eyes rather than tears. He laughed slightly as he moved forward, the other hand cupping the cheek of the vessel for the soul of his beloved that was now this body and drawing unbearably closer in a moment, pulling him up to himself. A kiss, as he remembered it was. The scent, the feeling, the taste, even though it differed, it was the same. He could never get enough of those lips, of that feeling that left his whole body tingling for hours upon hours upon hours of work till they could again meet and exchange affection... He pulled away, looking into those eyes, so different, yet so much the same, a smile on his lips like it was always in those two ages together before her heart turned black... "Lethia..." the whisper echoed in what was left of the marble halls and pillars, the wind picking it up and letting it flow through the forest, through where once the city was and for a moment, a split second, he could swear he heard their people cheering over her return. "Lethia." he repeated, his other hand releasing the fragile limb of the man and cupped the other cheek thumbs caressing the skin like it was never enough, yet his vision started to fade, and the world started spinning around him. For too long has the enchantment drawn his power, for too long he slept in stone, for too long he waited and the body suffered, even though magically changed and stilled, it suffered and weakened, thus leaving his mind blank and his body falling to the feet of this new Lethia he waited for for all these years. White hair scattered on the floor like a glimmering waterfall, so bright in the sunlight it blinded the eyes, a brilliant gaze disappearing under the lids. So heavy they seemed, as if for all those ages he stayed awake. |
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