25 September 2009

ripped

On his celestial way, a glimmer in the pale turquoise and olive drab marble below hooked this fleeting demigod's eye and he paused to peer into the world of the mortals. Such curiosity, such beauty, such a new force shook him from his core and electrified his very soul! Enticed, he leaned forward, eager to scoop his hands into the dreary pool and claim the jewel as his own.

He put down his staff. He shed his robes. He bent low on his knees and reached as far as his god-sculpted arms allowed him. Still, he was unable to reach the coveted jewel. If he were to retrieve it, he would have to dive face first and land his two feet on dirt. Soil. Filth.

No problem, he thought. Many had done it before him. But he had never done this before. Only seen others.

Wasting no time, he took a dive, but his form was all wrong. Though a demigod he was, he was not blessed with all the knowledge the heavens held.

So he fumbled. He fell. He twirled in the air and the harsh winds blew him off course, though he fought hard to stay on his path. The closer he burned toward earth, the quicker his feathers disintegrated until there were only gaping red wounds where his shoulder blades were.

He hit rock. He hit trees. He landed and tumbled. He was bruised and broken, wings ripped from his back, but found himself at his jewel, at a village on the beach.

However, he found it was not a jewel, but human whose song scintillated brighter than any precious stone.

And when his appearance, haggard and bloody, lead the human to forsake him, he protested. But the human wouldn't have it, seeing him as not the demigod he claimed to be, or ever could be. Thus, the demigod had no choice but to leave. Wings ripped, cold and alone, he then looked up the sky, cried a terrible scream, and begged to be taken back.

But his cries were unanswered and he put one foot in front of the other, toes stained with filth and blood, eyes drawn either to the sky or to the village on the beach.

And so he wandered the earth, looking for a home that wasn't his.

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This wasn't supposed to be a story. I had a longer blog (much longer), but it got deleted during a crappy internet connection. I'm slowly working on rewriting it. It's pretty much this without all the heavy handed metaphor.

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