A Returning Story
:Lathander walks into the circle leaning on his spear, he looks
quite week, his eyes are sore, his face looks run down, and his hands
are quite cold. His spear he's holding has some of the tree bark
ripped off, from the long and saddened journey, a journey Lathander
will never forget, he picks up a piece of paper, grabs some ink, and
starts writing about his vision he will never forget:
Wow, amazing. It's amazing.. this world is incredible. This..
journey. What was it? Was it a dream or a reality? Was it a vision or
a mindfull entrance? I have a small place up in the mountains, it's
usually where I go up to meditate once in a while when I have a lot
inside my mind. It's where my visions came to me, it's where all
my thoughts flow through without my body. It's where.. I saw the
ghostly like figure.
Resting my bag against the tree, leaning the bekyun perfectly
next to my Destiny Spear, the sunset going down slowly. A perfect
scenery. I love the time of day when you can see the sun set, the sky
turns multi-different colors. About to fall asleep in the spot I rest, I
saw a ghostly figure. At first, I'm not sure if I really saw it or not, but
I knew I saw something.
I ignored it.. turned around, looked back at the sky. Suddenly, I felt
myself pushed against the tree with a strong force, someone, or
something's hands were around my neck choking me. It was invisible,
then it let go, and I fell to the ground. Snapping my right handed wrist
that I held in my hand, I looked up, and nothing was there. A cold
breeze flew across my hair, and then the invisible vision came clear.
It was a ghost vision of my mother, oh.. I could remember those days
clearly when I got abused. Very clearly..
She came over to me and said nothing, giving me a strange look
inside my eye. My father was behind her, having his hand up in the
air like he was going to slap me across the face with a scrap of wood.
Tears coming from my eyes, I thought, why did they do this to me?
Why am I always treated so poorly? I looked into their eyes.
In their eyes I saw pain, sorrow, sadness, emptyness. A flashback
came back to me of when I was only three, and got beaten because I
was too weak to carry something heavy across the room. Suddenly,
they moved closer, ready to throw me up against the tree once again,
possibly giving me a concussion. "I love you Mom, I love you Dad,"
I said. "With all my heart and soul, I love you." They vanished.
I sighed deeply, the time flew by so fast I didn't even notice that
it was so dark outside. My wrist, oh so in bad pain still I remembered
I had a bandage in my bag. I'm glad I brought it with me, though I'd
have to get use to carrying all my belongings with my left hand.
After bandaging my hand up the next morning, I got all my
belongings together. I took a walk that took me to a destination
that I finally wanted to be at. It took 14 hours, to walk there, but I had
made it. Walking through the names of stones, I found mine. There I
lay a boquet of roses in front of the grave, a tear falling, and a cry
goodbye. For the last time I'd see them again, for they aren't there.
I got what I deserved, knowing my parents, they hated me, but
my love for them has not changed. A strong word, for not to overuse it
unless you mean it. For my hand healing, don't worry about it. It will
get better in time. Know yourself and others before making any actions,
this way you will learn not only for yourself, but others will learn
too. I am off to sleep now, take care.