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OK, I see no one is interested in my story. That's a hurtful thing, but I understand. Also, if anyone on GAIA hasn't realized this about me yet: I am very anti-inflation! I enjoy giving to people and donating to help others out, but in the long run I'd greater enjoy the time spent conversating about the newest anime or rp as opposed to always talking about the ridiculously priced items. So if something can be done to at least curb inflation it would be a very good thing in my book! For all of the tektek people out there: Right now I am worth 1,098,000 gold. Is that an impressive figure? Humbly, I say it is. But I would rather be wearing what I am right now with a worth of a significant amount less. If I were worth 2 gold on GAIA and could look like this, I'd be happy. That's a statement of what I feel about inflation.
Thank you, and good day.
 ZamirofAngellus · Mon Feb 12, 2007 @ 05:58pm · 2 Comments |
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Sanctified Tears Chapter 2 |
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Chapter 2: Isolation
Swimming endlessly in her dreams, Guendolen's body twitches convulsively on the ground. Her dreams gradually fade into the darkness; her imagined destination of a golden lake illuminated by an unseen sun shatters into fragments as she begins to regain consciousness. Breathing heavily, she brings her elbows under her body as a support. She winces in pain as the soreness in her body explodes into her nerves. Gritting her teeth, she slowly comes to grips with her mostly developed muscular structure and clambers into a kneeling position.
The entire time that she's trying to get up her wings hang limply from her body as if they were nothing more than an elaborate cloak. She quickly realizes this and focuses her will into moving her left wing into a flapping motion. Beads of sweat quickly accumulate on her forehead with the obvious concentration such a feat requires.
Staggering, Guendolen kneels down next to Ezrai's body and pulls it into her arms. Immense sadness washes over her while she looks into the poor child's eyes.
"Why, Fa--, no.. Lord, has this occurred? What shall I do now?" she asks, her body trembling in her fear of the unknown.
Shaking her head to concentrate, she makes an impulsive decision. She stands, her arms and legs adjusting to the weight of the child. She walks in an unsteady manner towards the entrance to the cave. Once at the entrance she squints into the bright sunlight, trying to make her eyes adjust. Blinking, she decides that the nearby cherry tree would be a suitable site for Ezrai's burial. Walking towards it, she realizes too late that two elderly humans are already sitting underneath the very same tree drinking tea. The elderly-looking gentleman has a thin short sword sitting next to him as the woman poured their tea.
She had already started walking towards them before her mind registered an extremely important fact: The woman could see her! Ordinarily an angel can only be seen by a select few that God wills the ability to, and after God's divine punishment had been handed down she had forgotten this fact.
The woman pointed at Guendolen frantically, screaming to her husband that a monster had killed a child. Confused, Guendolen looks down to realize that she must appear to be a monster to them, especially with her ashen wings and Ezrai's corpse. Despite his age, the elderly man quickly draws his sword and approaches Guendolen cautiously.
"Why have you killed this child?" he demands gruffly while pointing his blade at her chest from about five feet away, the blade shortening two of those feet.
"I am...w-was an angel of God.." she softly whispers as his eyebrows shoot up in disbelief and retorts, "Demon! Your lies shall not spread Lucifer's glory to me! I am a strong believer in my God, and I know He does not harbor such vile creatures as yourself!"
Standing there with the child in her arms, her eyes plead with the gentleman, but he steadies his sword, aiming for her heart. She realizes in shock and an overpowering sadness that he truly did not believe her. Utter silence envelops both of them prior to his strike. He lunges forward off of his front foot and thrusts directly into where her chest should have been. Instead, feathers and a scream block his sight and hearing temporarily as his sword strikes off of her left wing. Involuntarily she drops the body of the former prophet onto the dirt. As she attempts to grab the body the whistling of his sword narrowly misses her right ear. Panicking, she starts focusing on her moving her wings.
"If I can get airborne, I can get out of this predicament and try to go back to heaven!" she thinks gleefully as the mental picture of her flying begins to materialize.
Her body has begun to adapt to the enraged follower's fighting style, and she begins to make the reactionary gap between him and her greater and greater until she begins staying a safe distance away. Snarling, he continues to curse her as Satanspawn as his body begins to wear down. The image finally is fulfilled in her mind's eye as she begins to flap her wings and take flight. Gasping, the tiring swordsman pauses along with his wife, and in stunned silence they watch her ascend into the sky.
Breathing has become easier for her, and looking behind her she sees the old man gaping at her escape. Turning to face forward again, she never saw his final attempt to slay her.
----to be continued----
Okay, that's what I have of Chapter 2 right now. Comments? Criticism? Please let me know what you think!
ZamirofAngellus · Fri Jan 05, 2007 @ 10:29pm · 0 Comments |
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Read Sanctified Tears here! :) (edits: 1) |
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Chapter 1: Exile
Unblinking eyes, locked forever in a look of surprise, gazed at the ashen angel from the lifeless body of the young girl. Mortified, the angel gently laid the girl's body down as the tears continued to trickle down its anguished face. Gradually, the pained eyes turned upward from the young prophet's face to glare at the maniacal assassin with a tormented and vengeful smile. Dressed in the dead of night, the assassin's demonic fangs could still be seen by the angel's piercing glare.
"Satanspawn! My Lord will not allow you to win this battle, nor will your master win this war!" the angel vehemently declared. In a thrust of her ashen wings the angel charged towards the demon, shimmering dagger directed towards its heart. Howling with a desire for vengeance she thrust forward will all of her might, her mind in shock at the utter brutality she felt inside her heart.
As the dagger became entrenched in the surprised demon's face, the angel let out a shrieking roar of vengeance fulfilled that drowned out the sizzling screams of the demon as it died a horrible, burning death. Her scream of vengeance quickly turned into a cry of despair as the realization hit her with the full effect of the world: not only had she failed to protect Ezrai, the Lord's child prophet, but she had committed murder in the name of her God.
Her cry of damnation echoed throughout the underground shrine and returned to her ears in a haunting accusation of unholy acts. Trembling, her shock gradually gave in to a feeling she had never experienced before: a fear of the unknown. The spine-tangling sensation caused her to shudder and fall to her knees, whispering prayers to her God that He could forgive His servant of her sin.
As she tried to utter the word "Amen" at the end of her prayer, her tongue suddenly grew thick and she became unable to speak. Fear filled her as she fervently tried to say the word, but she could not. Tears began to fall again from her distraught eyes as an image appeared inside of her mind. She knew the technique well, because it was the one that God used to communicate with his angels while they were away from Heaven. Instinctively she flinched as He spoke to her.
"Daughter, why have you failed me?" was His first question. She struggled in her mind to find an answer, but her mind was a jumble even to her.
"I understand that I gave you an important mission. Because of that failure, I was simply going to hand you over to Michael for training on how to use your weapon properly. I felt as I created you that you had the potential for being able to learn from the other angels and to become my most reliable Daughter. But you have disappointed me greatly by committing murder on someone, even if it was a demon! Now I must use other measures to ensure that the same does not happen again. You are no longer my Daughter. Now you will be known as Guendolen, and you will not be acknowledged as an angel again until you prove yourself through pennance."
"Pennance?" she thought to herself, tears welling up in her eyes in both a sense of not understanding and in a sense of realizing that her Father had just left her to fend for herself.
"You are to think on what you have done, and you are exiled from heaven until my expectations of you have been met," the shimmering image of white tinged with light blue said sternly.
As His words were spoken, she felt a liveliness entering her body that she had never felt before. She could feel her heart beating in panic, her hands shaking in fear, and the dampness of the cave floor under her tender feet. Gradually she begins to feel to the pain in her feet from the rocks that she had stepped on and run across earlier.
"Father, I --," she began hesitantly, clutching her cold hands across her warming bosom.
"No! You shall not address me as such! You shall call me Lord with the respect of a human being, Guendolen," the shimmering image changed to crimson, only to be replaced with a reflective white again after His admonishment.
Grimacing with the sting of her Lord's chastising, Guendolen grips her head with both hands as the flood of the imagery fills her mind with His image. Dropping to one knee she begins to weep as a flood of emotions engulf her.
"Learn well from this experience and you shall become the greatest of my angels, Guendolen," the blindingly white image fades into a softer pink , one that gives off an aura of encouragement. Slowly the image fades from her mind, allowing for the surrounding world to again come into focus.
"What is... happening to... me?" she glances around, teeth chattering from the cold of the underground temple. She instinctively tries to wrap herself in her wings to prevent the cold from penetrating her slender frame, but ends up having some difficulty in moving them into position.
Her mind began racing at the concept that her wings weren't coordinating with her brain anymore. She goes to stand back up only to feel some strange force resisting her her body's movement. She begins to feel pain in her legs as muscle tissue begins to form in them, the pain begins blossoming into all of her organs and muscles as their existence begins to materialize in her body. She screams in agony at the excruciating pain that her undeveloped body undergoes, now that it must come to terms with a world much, much different from heaven. Her scream ends in huffing for breath as her lungs begin to mature, along with her chest muscles and her facial muscles. "Why am I in this pain? I've... never... felt this before..." she pants between howls as her eyes roll back in her head as she collapses from the sudden exhaustion and her mind's inability to cope with all of the physical changes. She falls face first into the damp soil lying on the temple floor, with her once-white wings serving as a cushion for her body as she began to slumber.
so..what do you think so far? please leave comments!! any advice for this story is welcome!
--character information--
Guendolen (at beginning of story)
Hair: faded white blonde, gray tint, hair hangs down to her waist in light, flowing locks
Eyes: soft white/light gray with a slightly purple tint
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Wing span:5'
Other: Guendolen's appearance became this way after the death of her charge, the prophet Ezrai. Prior to this she looked differently, and that shall be posted in a later installment.
--other information--
I will try to update this as much as possible. With each installment I will place notes here relating to the story that may need clarification. With each post I will also put necessary character information as the story calls for it.
ZamirofAngellus · Sat Mar 12, 2005 @ 09:48pm · 7 Comments |
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