Post by Baroness Kalene, Esq. on Apr 20, 2010 9:44:39 GMT -5
My vision fades more each and every day. Every morning I wake to see light I am filled with fear and anxiety. What will happen to me when I can no longer see a man before me? My father says he will protect me, but I know that is unrealistic. He cannot follow me about every moment of his life, one day I will be without him. I am afraid.
Kalene set the quill down and rose her head from the piece of parchment to knead her fingers into her shoulder roughly. Her back ached from having to bend down so low to see what words she wrote. Her line of sight was so low, everything beyond it was blurred to the point that she was not even sure if she stared at a door or a light fixture. She groaned irritably, in a bad mood because of her incessant pain and fear. She couldn’t sleep well, thinking that she might wake up one morning and find not but darkness forced her eyes wide every night. She hated falling asleep.
With my eyes failing so much quicker than we expected I feel it is necessary to write while I still can. I tell my story here, if only to appease my own sense of self lose. A part of me is dieing, and soon I will have to be born again, a new person with new ideas and thoughts. New ways to survive. Now, it is simple. Tomorrow, perhaps it will not be so simple.
I was born with perfectly wonderful eyes, I could see just as well as anyone else in the village. I was a good child, I think. Not a moment in my life comes to mind when I think of why I deserve such a punishment as this. It was my eleventh birthday that my left eye began to change, it was sudden and frightening. I could glance into a mirror and still see myself , the center of my eye had grown a fuzzy white layer over it, as if someone had poured cream into it, and forgotten to clean it out. As the days passed the white color grew thicker until I could see nothing but the pale green iris of my left eye.
I used to have beautiful eyes: bright and shining green. Not anymore, I think. Soon after my left failed, my right eye began to follow suit.
On my fifteenth birthday my father gifted me with a beast. When it comes close I can see the soft orange colored fur, striped with black streaks. I was told it was extra-planar, though I am not quite sure what it means, father says that he is smarter than most beasts, and he will protect me to the end. It’s good to know I have someone at my back.
“Someone I can trust.” The woman smiled down at the big ball of fur that rested at her feet. He was snoring, his front left paw twitching from his dream.
Forseti is the name of the God of Justice.
For many days I thought hard on what I would call the beast father had given to me. It was only the happening of danger that brought about my realization. Many times the tiger had been given the chance to attack all manner of animal and human alike, but never did he even growl. It was only the afternoon the wolf came into my home that he acted. Only as I sat by the fire place did I feel the rumble of a growl reverberate through his body. “Forseti”, I had spoken aloud with a smile, for what other name could so perfectly describe this unusual beast. A protector of the weak, a guardian of justice.
He had answered to my call so well, as if he had been born to it and I had never known.
“Strange that there is nothing in my life that needs to be written down. Saddening.” She spoke again, setting down the quill to stretch her arms above her head and brushed the brunette hair from her face. The way it tickled her face and neck was most irritating. Kalene shifted to pull her bare feet from under the tiger’s warm sleeping body. He grumbled at the movement but made no other fuss. “I’ve decided to change.” She told him as she walked, slowly, to her wardrobe, to grab the staff that leaned against it. “I will not have this sight much longer, and I’d like to see what I can, while I can.” She explained to the unspoken question on the beast’s lips.
The tiger stood and yawned, licking his chops as he stretched himself out. A decision had been reached then. Good. The woman smiled and took only a few moments to pack a small bag of provisions. She was well within the age to leave her families home; she said goodbye to her mother and father, and left without hesitation. It was a long journey, and her eyes went dark during the travel, but she was happy knowing she had seen everything she could, given the time she had.
She only wished she could have had a few more days. Within a sennights time she reached a place called Amtgardia, in a province known as Crimson Moon. It would have been good to see her new home. But the people were kind and helpful, and she had Forseti.
Kalene set the quill down and rose her head from the piece of parchment to knead her fingers into her shoulder roughly. Her back ached from having to bend down so low to see what words she wrote. Her line of sight was so low, everything beyond it was blurred to the point that she was not even sure if she stared at a door or a light fixture. She groaned irritably, in a bad mood because of her incessant pain and fear. She couldn’t sleep well, thinking that she might wake up one morning and find not but darkness forced her eyes wide every night. She hated falling asleep.
With my eyes failing so much quicker than we expected I feel it is necessary to write while I still can. I tell my story here, if only to appease my own sense of self lose. A part of me is dieing, and soon I will have to be born again, a new person with new ideas and thoughts. New ways to survive. Now, it is simple. Tomorrow, perhaps it will not be so simple.
I was born with perfectly wonderful eyes, I could see just as well as anyone else in the village. I was a good child, I think. Not a moment in my life comes to mind when I think of why I deserve such a punishment as this. It was my eleventh birthday that my left eye began to change, it was sudden and frightening. I could glance into a mirror and still see myself , the center of my eye had grown a fuzzy white layer over it, as if someone had poured cream into it, and forgotten to clean it out. As the days passed the white color grew thicker until I could see nothing but the pale green iris of my left eye.
I used to have beautiful eyes: bright and shining green. Not anymore, I think. Soon after my left failed, my right eye began to follow suit.
On my fifteenth birthday my father gifted me with a beast. When it comes close I can see the soft orange colored fur, striped with black streaks. I was told it was extra-planar, though I am not quite sure what it means, father says that he is smarter than most beasts, and he will protect me to the end. It’s good to know I have someone at my back.
“Someone I can trust.” The woman smiled down at the big ball of fur that rested at her feet. He was snoring, his front left paw twitching from his dream.
Forseti is the name of the God of Justice.
For many days I thought hard on what I would call the beast father had given to me. It was only the happening of danger that brought about my realization. Many times the tiger had been given the chance to attack all manner of animal and human alike, but never did he even growl. It was only the afternoon the wolf came into my home that he acted. Only as I sat by the fire place did I feel the rumble of a growl reverberate through his body. “Forseti”, I had spoken aloud with a smile, for what other name could so perfectly describe this unusual beast. A protector of the weak, a guardian of justice.
He had answered to my call so well, as if he had been born to it and I had never known.
“Strange that there is nothing in my life that needs to be written down. Saddening.” She spoke again, setting down the quill to stretch her arms above her head and brushed the brunette hair from her face. The way it tickled her face and neck was most irritating. Kalene shifted to pull her bare feet from under the tiger’s warm sleeping body. He grumbled at the movement but made no other fuss. “I’ve decided to change.” She told him as she walked, slowly, to her wardrobe, to grab the staff that leaned against it. “I will not have this sight much longer, and I’d like to see what I can, while I can.” She explained to the unspoken question on the beast’s lips.
The tiger stood and yawned, licking his chops as he stretched himself out. A decision had been reached then. Good. The woman smiled and took only a few moments to pack a small bag of provisions. She was well within the age to leave her families home; she said goodbye to her mother and father, and left without hesitation. It was a long journey, and her eyes went dark during the travel, but she was happy knowing she had seen everything she could, given the time she had.
She only wished she could have had a few more days. Within a sennights time she reached a place called Amtgardia, in a province known as Crimson Moon. It would have been good to see her new home. But the people were kind and helpful, and she had Forseti.