Pain Doesn't Hurt Anymore
"Why are you here? Where have you been!?" Raid asked, a mix of excitement and anger creeping into his voice.
"I was home, in the sea where I was born." His father replied, leaning back against the smooth bark of the tree behind him. he blended into the surrounding dusk like it had been a part of him all his life. "I am a wanderer, boy. I move with the ocean's tide."
There was a pause before Raid finally asked, "The ocean?"
"The ocean, yes. Where all the river's flow. Surely you've been to the sea?"
"I've only been where the rivers come from, not where they go." Raid admitted. His father gave him an unreadable look that worked on Raid's nerves. "I will go. It's just a matter of time. Once I'm released, I'll be gone from here."
Raid's father smiled a little at this and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to rest against the tree. "All the singers came from the sea. The sea is out heartland; A vast expanse of water, where the sky reflects the waves and the clouds rise up from it's depths like smoke."
"It sounds like a dream I once had." Raid said dismissively. His father turned that unreadable look back to him, and again he felt the desire to justify himself to the song demon.
"I dreamt of an endless plain of blue that reached to the edges of the world. It curled upwards and became the sky, and then wrapped around and came back down, like a giant bubble of blue." Raid stopped there, unwilling to tell his father that in his dream, he was drowning.
The look didn't leave his fathers eyes, even when he started speaking again.
"Everything has an end, Raid."


Wow. I botched up pretty badly here -_- I really want to go home and sleep for the next 20 years. Or at least two hours. But I won't, of course. I have a game.

Please shoot me. In the leg, if you can mannage.

Ignore crap. I kinda want to write little bits of crap. That was a little bitr of Raid crap I wanted to write last night. There is also some Sorcerer Story stuff I'd like to write or draw. Probaly draw, I suck at writing.

There are many things I want to do, dogged by the hideous realisation that I will not finish any of them. Ouch.
- posted by Washi @ 12:12 pm