Post by Kahlan Lothair on Aug 11, 2005 23:27:23 GMT -5
Lost...
A gradual inclination at first, but it soon became a persistent weight.
Loss...
The weight was centered about the neck like a yolk, then it grew so heavy that movement was hardly practical.
Kahlan struggled to the edge of a cliff and stared with sullen eyes into oblivion. Her fingers were bloody and there were signs of a struggle covering the white robe that she wore. Bare feet no longer picked a path but strode straight to the edge of the sheer drop.
With a resolute expression, devoid of emotion, Kahlan turned her head to the sky. Lusterless hair fell in colorless curls as she stared into the roiling grey sky and allowed her body to go rigid.
" What more do you want from me?!" The cry that erupted from the High Queen's throat was one of pure longing and filled with the bottomless pit of an aching heart. There would be no answer, there rarely ever was.
"What more?" came whispered entreaties to an entity that resolved to keep to the shadowed pillars of creation. Again and again through the despair Kahlan mumbled the words and sank to her knees. The sharp rock ledge bit into the thin delicate flesh of her legs. A pain that was at once numbing and atrocious. A foreign pawn in an intricately woven dance through time.
With some resolve and what shred of dignity allowed to her, Kahlan found her feet once again, blood marring the pristine white landscape that was her robe. Sacraficial robe perhaps? She did not even remember how it had come to this.
"And thus it begins." The whisper trembled as it left dry lips. The taste of remorse danced wildly at the edges of reason as the first gust of wind rushed by the tainted creature of God. The gust became a continuous torrent of air. The roar was deafening, but the water looked so inviting and the ground so nearby...
----
Kahlan awoke with a start. Her breathing came in greedy gulps as she struggled to reason with the nightmare. For surely that was all that had gone awry this evening. Surely. Surely...
A gradual inclination at first, but it soon became a persistent weight.
Loss...
The weight was centered about the neck like a yolk, then it grew so heavy that movement was hardly practical.
Kahlan struggled to the edge of a cliff and stared with sullen eyes into oblivion. Her fingers were bloody and there were signs of a struggle covering the white robe that she wore. Bare feet no longer picked a path but strode straight to the edge of the sheer drop.
With a resolute expression, devoid of emotion, Kahlan turned her head to the sky. Lusterless hair fell in colorless curls as she stared into the roiling grey sky and allowed her body to go rigid.
" What more do you want from me?!" The cry that erupted from the High Queen's throat was one of pure longing and filled with the bottomless pit of an aching heart. There would be no answer, there rarely ever was.
"What more?" came whispered entreaties to an entity that resolved to keep to the shadowed pillars of creation. Again and again through the despair Kahlan mumbled the words and sank to her knees. The sharp rock ledge bit into the thin delicate flesh of her legs. A pain that was at once numbing and atrocious. A foreign pawn in an intricately woven dance through time.
With some resolve and what shred of dignity allowed to her, Kahlan found her feet once again, blood marring the pristine white landscape that was her robe. Sacraficial robe perhaps? She did not even remember how it had come to this.
"And thus it begins." The whisper trembled as it left dry lips. The taste of remorse danced wildly at the edges of reason as the first gust of wind rushed by the tainted creature of God. The gust became a continuous torrent of air. The roar was deafening, but the water looked so inviting and the ground so nearby...
----
Kahlan awoke with a start. Her breathing came in greedy gulps as she struggled to reason with the nightmare. For surely that was all that had gone awry this evening. Surely. Surely...
