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Of Faith and FindingsSince a babe was I certainly but naught,
Of faith, hope, and truth I was mostly taught.
That in a Christian belief was thus found
Answers to life’s many queries abound.
\ Yet in these early years, so short yet so sweet,
Truly in God I had yet come to meet.
Faith was a thing much less than understood.
And sometimes one wonders if youths even should.
Yet with the hopeful bliss of childhood firm,
I went on my way, lacking in concern.
Not a care in the world, a child does boast.
Though such a state, .misfortune often hosts.
So in the eleventh winter of life,
Tragedy struck and so began a plight.
And throughout adolescence faith was naught;
Replaced by doubt, despair, and foul lament fraught.
Oh! To what end I worked, I do not know.
Save to overcome such dreadful sorrow.
Yet in deepest dread, courage may be found.
And so did my resolution compound.
For in a God, not of judgment, but love,
So did I find beliefs fit like a glove
Upon the hand which comprises my soul,
And deliver from a
The Pretender God Chapt 5: The Gods Must be CrazyOnce, long ago, in time immemorial, there was a child like no other; her skin white as snow and her hair black as the raven’s wings. She was full of hope and kindness, for, wherever she went, others would remark on her good nature. She was a child blessed most of all however, with a keen sense of wisdom.
Even in those early days, everyone from peasants to princes would seek her counsel. One day this young girl would answer the call to Ascension, so that she could help her people more than her frail form allotted. So she set off, intent to find her purpose.
She faced many harrowing trials. And more than once found her life in jeopardy. Nonetheless, the brave child pressed on, eventually gaining the aid of a kind daemon named Mephista. With her aid, the young child was able to reach the final gate, where she ascended and became the wise and Holy Empress Naoko whose many works-
“Enough of this propagandized crap! Next you’re going to start reading your entr
The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Pt. 2As the chilling winds blew down from the high snow-capped peaks, they sent a chill through the old merman. Bundled in furs, his teeth chattered against the growing cold as he huddled next to his horse for warmth. His back to the beast, he snuck a glance over his shoulder every now and again to eye the creature suspiciously. It merely stared back at him, saying nothing, but seeming to look at him with what seemed to Tom to be hungry eyes.
Tomdril himself was rather famished, so he removed from his person a strange, orange vegetable. The farmers who had sold it (among other such foods) to him had called it a “care-rot”; indeed a strange name, especially when one considered that it did not taste rotten at all. In fact, he actually found it quite enjoyable… for a vegetable.
Most Seafolk hardly ate vegetables (unless they were full of starch), for fruit was far more valuable on the open oceans. The last thing one wanted was to get scurvy and have their teeth fall out. Tha
The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Pt. 1The Prince-Regent, Cyneric Godwinson af Súrr, walked briskly through the corridors of the Royal Palace, all the while being harassed by hordes of bureaucrats, all seeking approval for this and that. Cyneric was discouraged somewhat that he was not permitted to fend them off with his sword; a pity to be sure. A few good swipes and a well placed shot or two and he would no longer had to deal with their constant requests.
“My lord! I bring a bill awaiting your signature in regards to the scutage…”
"My lord! I need you to sign this affidavit…”
"My lord! If you could just affix your seal…”
“My lord! If…”
“My lord! Could you…”
And on, and on, and on. If this was what his uncle had to put up with for all those years, it was no wonder he was such a wretched person. The young prince had barely lasted one year as regent. Suffice to say, the prospect of three-four more was not overly enticing.
The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Prologue Pt. 2“I see. So he has captured a daemon.”
The Holy Empress leaned back on her knees as she took a minute to mull over all she had heard. The goddess’ head was swarming with so many minute calculations; the possibilities seemed endless. At length she focused once more on her daemon, making clear her renewed hope.
“You do realize what this means, mistress?” The daemon did not look up.
“Yes…” Naoko paused briefly before continuing. “He has fulfilled one more piece of the prophecy. Even Konago was incapable of fulfilling that part, and how certain I once was that he was ‘The One’.”
The Holy Empress put her hand to her chin, rubbing at it thoughtfully.
“How I wonder…” She began.
“What, Holy Empress?”
“How I wonder why I am not filled with greater…‘excitement,’ over this revelation.” She brought her hand down, resting it once more upon her knee. “Aft
The Pretender God Chapt. 5 Prologue Pt. 1Holy Empress Naoko, Goddess of Wisdom, sat on her knees behind her paper screen. The screen left only a basic silhouette of her visible to anyone seeking an audience in her hall. Nonetheless, she was fully capable of viewing in detail those who dwelt on the other end. And as such, she took a moment to examine the prostrating representatives of Halkan’s Landing.
“Very well.” The Empress did not move from her place as she said this. “I shall agree to send aid, so as to help the citizens of Halkan’s Landing in their plight.”
Bows and thanks were given as the representatives stood. As they were shuffled out of the room by her monastic guardsmen, the Empress let out a sigh.
The Path of Ascension always brought out both the best, and the worst, in men. There could be little doubt of this; especially after the fire which had consumed her fair protectorate. For centuries, her realm had to deal with the Halkan Raiders, an
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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