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RE: What Are You Wearing Today Darling?
Millennia later they contrive to write their own history books in their sorrow. Chronicling their meagre lives as they scratch out an existence in the dust and ruin that is left from before. Scratched out on parchment fashioned from shed skin with ink made of salt tears and ash... But wait, one of them dares to dream.
To dream of more? In his head runs a song not of lament but of...
Battle!
That's the stuff, it will improve again.
Holding will win the day! If not, thankfully I still have such a pillow too
As with everything, even their despair had seen the last vestiges of its existence. A fire that has never been seen for ages burned within the young lad. He picked himself up and brushed the debris in his skin. Humming a tune that had never been heard of prior, he raised his arm up to the sky and clenched his fist. The pitiful lot that surrounded him were at awe of the display.
The ash-like snow ceased to pour above him, and light pierced through the darkened clouds for the first time in centuries. He opened his mouth, as he softly whispered...
Battle
Holding looks to be the only option. Damn hype haha! At least I only spent money I've earned here instead of mortgaging the house.
Oh, and a crowdfunded whale voted your comment! Our tiny tale that can is seeing some traction after all!
And far far above something stirred. Stirred with us who had feasted long and hard on our victory over the lowest of the low who had fought against us. In truth the casting had become unto legend itself and we were tired. Tired of past glory. Tired of a life where only victory exists. For where there is no failure and everything is glory does glory not become the norm and the rates are sharpened for something different, a challenge perhaps?
And we peeled ourselves from the heavens tearing the stars themselves from the firmament and a dreadful screeching was heard as the first of our blades was sharpened. The cry was low but ever increasing in crescendo...
A challenge! A CHALLENGE!?
LAMENT!!
holding is fine, don't worry :0) ... And i saw that, how cool eh!
Salty tears and sweat, and blood gushed out, spraying the barren lands. Our armaments met in the field of battle, and the crestfallen silence was broken by screams of anguish and horror. Limbs flew and hearts fell. A sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through both sides.
We weren't their venerated gods of old. Not anymore. They had surprisingly matched up well, and they had managed to go toe to toe. One well-placed lightning strike, and they found themselves without toes, or feet, or even worse, their lives! Just when we felt like we gained the upper hand, immediate victory was snatched beneath our feet. We struggled like never before, and yet ... we grinned.
Tch ... Lament.
I can't help but mouth out your last comment as I was reading it. Epic stuff, brother!
We grinned. This was life. This was living! Pitting yourself toe to toe against an opponent, the mortal dance, the feel of steel cutting through flesh.
Fate in the flash of a blade.
For it is true. The time when you feel most alive is when you are closest to Death's sweet caress.
In the half light that followed that terrible scene where once more the sons of men had risen to the call and battled with we, the elder gods, the wounded mewled pitifully for mercy. The stink of iron and smoke pervaded the field and we conferred.
Was this price that they had paid again, this terrible blood price enough?
Our leader stepped forward. Blade whipping into the air, blood spraying from the tip.
Lament
Epic stuff from us both!!
One among us, the weaker of the group, flinched as he questioned our campaign. He had held tough with us through turbulent times before, but seeing the plight of the sons of men had made his will frail. With one fell swoop, our leader offed his head.
Witnessing the infighting, our adversaries paused for a moment and stayed their blades. Sweat and blood intermingled with soot trickled down from their burdened backs. Some whimpered while others kept mum. Some fled while others bled.
Our leader kicked the head of the former elder god towards the direction of the spark of their rebellion. Their eyes met and, for a second, the earth beneath us trembled.
Our leader opened his mouth and whispered...
Lament...
I can't wait to see the leprechaun riding the unicorn at the end of this thread!
The lessons, hard taught and hard fought had been learned.
The elder gods mounted their steeds of fury and rage and withdrew. No laughter. No cries of challenge or triumph. No cries of...
Lament
The head of the doubter rolled to a halt and sunk slowly, deeply into the earth. A single stem burst free of the dirt and a single white rose blossomed forth
hehe, who knows what will come!!
Droves of people gathered around the single white rose, and adorned it with a shrine. Without a single command, they lamented. For generations, they would come to worship it. The Rose of the Rebellion, as they called it. The oral history had changed the narrative quite a bit, and the story they had come to know was nowhere near the actual events.
The elder gods had never forgotten him. Every year, on the day of his passing, they would gather the clouds and shower his final resting place with a downpour so bountiful, it gave the rose life for at least a year.
No one wanted to admit it, but it was the elder gods who...
Lamented
I hope a golden STEEM medal awaits both of us at the end of this journey.
And they lamented. They lamented and they murmured of their regrets. They stowed their weapons and returned beyond the stars. Forgotten by all, forgotten even by time itself.
And the peoples on the planet below began to remember how to live. How to live a life not tainted by defeat and misery. The sun shone and to each a measure of joy was experienced in this new epoch.
And the rose flowered every year. And the peoples came and worshipped.
Until one year when the worshippers came singing happily bearing offerings for the Rose. There was a gaping silence. Then a scream rent the air. For the Rose...
Was gone
LAMENT!
Yeah, a magic pound of gold, I am running out of steem, idea steem that is!!!