El’s Darlings
TABLET I
The shore was silent, and so was the water beyond. The sky a tired pink, the clouds barley trying as they struggled into withering streams. To the West, the sun bled out of the domes womb and into the darkness. The waves that could be barley seen drifted into oblivion from the vast lower flat blue plane like the glare of a screen. Off in the waters, not too far away to be a speck, but not close enough that it was before the sea became like an abyss was a structure, a wall of rounded edge prism bricks, stacking out of the water, in which the first above the waves were a black green with life, the second cooled with water, and the third dry as the sea floor once was. They orchestrated into a wall, around twenty seven yards, on the left from destruction seeming as a stairwell, first flat, than gradually more bricks remaining, till far off at the other end they composed a wall, which rose four times the height of a man and moved from it’s flatness into the hollowed remains of a upwards fortress, the walls obscuring from the shore a small alcove which than peered into the infinite ocean.
“Amelicare”, spoke a thin black haired maiden, a lean young lady, with her conservatively lengthened hair waving at the side of her upon her shoulders as she moved her head and spoke. “Why did you leave your books at home?”
The boy who she refereed to lounged in a bubblegum pink floor level beach chair, his thin form limp, all for his head which leaned up against the top of the seat allowing his dark green eyes to peer out into the ocean, his moss colored lenses to peer over the shore. “Why should I have?”, he spoke calmly. “When it all comes down to it there is no point. It’s interesting, but the vanity fades when you realize it’s definiteness. If that makes any sense. History is interesting, and for all I know it’s still important beyond words in a book today, perhaps it’s even making me say these things. But regardless of how old something is, how ancient an object is, what it was, it’s importance to a man gone, what it caused, it’s all just stuff flying around, matter moving. People can fight and die for things, see themselves as part of some sort of legacy and with a purpose but that’s just because they want to. All the pride or pain they feel for some idea or cause is just because they want to feel it. They don’t have to, it gives them something to do, so they don’t feel bored. Seems a lot of people like pain more than being bored. I’m fine with it though”, he said unceremoniously as he ended his declaration. He reached over and scratched himself behind his back, fiddling past his long brownish black hair, which seemed tangled in his fingers for a moment, but his hand freed and his hair lay straight.
The plump blonde maiden, a fertile young woman, the thins twin opposite her to the right with her long curled hair wrapped in a tail lying over her right shoulder, over her breast and down her chest spoke, “But you love history, you love reading those books. Most eyes though they peer the ruins daily only know there space, they can not see time. But you can see time, and even without the books you can sense it. You know the world of before than the one of today, why abandoned it and be lost, without context in a world you are more distant from even with them? If all pride and pain is pointless, than is the pride, the love you feel for us not pointless too. If to care for the past and hold the legacy in esteem is pointless, the love of the tradition, foolish, is not the love of the lesser things, as I am more foolish a waste? Handsome Amel if you prefer boredom than we will leave for your joy, and not our own but yours. We are just things are we not?”
Amelicare smiled approvingly though with an air of remorse. “By boredom I mean the absence of history, struggle, and continuation. All is stuff, but people seek higher sorts of stuff to temper themselves. The warrior seeks blood, and the priest enlightenment, but though the former is corporeal and the latter a thought though the priest does not know, they all are delusions. Boredom, to cope with it is to walk outside the default nature of man, the unabnormal nature of man. To realize any sort of struggle or prize is just stuff, and that those who seek the harder to obtain things and laugh at those who sit contempt are fools who are bored, to realize the true enlightenment, the true conquest, is basic pleasure.”
“Tell me”, said the thin blonde maiden, spoke the slim girl, “tell us about the wall that stands before thee in the sea, speak to us about the barrier in the basin. Amelicare sighed, Amelicare let out a tired noise, “Did I not tell you week’s ago, have you already forgotten?” The maidens sat silent and looked foolish, but he did not wait for an answer. “I will tell you again, though though weary of the day I grow.
Kothar, the god, Kothar-was-Khasis built the wall with his hands. The god who creates weapons and tools for the gods and other such things. The god who made magic and was himself a mage. Long ago, thirty centuries in the past, an army came from nowhere, an army without a home. Violence incarnate, chaos incarnate they came to the land ruled by the Storm King. They went to the land ruled by the Corn King. All the towns they sacked, all the girls and other things they stole for themselves. The basin of the sea mixed into a wine, the shores caked with blood. The brothers of our ancestors out on the waves, the cousins of our ancestors within the desert, they too were trampled and hurt, not even enough strength left for rage against the sailing stampede. The representatives of war, the embodiment of hell, was out on the waves the army of Death, El’s darling, but darlings of El and us those men were not. Though all the armies of our people, and all the men of the towns waited armed with bows and spears, the army was too big to make disappear. Woman stood on the roofs waiting to jump, waiting to jump in case there husbands fell, and thus they need fall too to avoid being darlings to the children of darling Death. Than from nowhere, a wall appeared, with a bronze gate sealed shut, touching the clouds, hiding the southern sky. Out of nowhere it came, and than climbed over Kothar-was-Khasis, craftsman of the gods and jumped into heaven. And that is how this land was saved, our predecessors saved from the seas stampede.”
The girls stared wondering, wondering not so much on the things of the tale, not so much on the content of the story, but on how to wonder on such things entirely, hard it was for them.
The slender girl stared, the lean girl peered blank, and looked at her charmer, “But the wall is not even high as the town, not even as high as the trees. Surely, it was not just the waves that shrunk it down like a old man. And surely if such a detail as that does not hold true, surely Kothar did not built it too!”
Amelicare chucked, Amelicare laughed. “Such is how old ancient tales and legends are. If not for those words, if not for those lies we would see they lived days and times like us, at least the ones who did not try. But just goes, goes to show and demonstrate, how foggy history is, how it is true as a joke and as wise as a drunk. When peered too long, stared at like the television all depth falls apart, better to not search for depth but enjoy the surface, the surface of life that is your smooth slender face, that is simple and white, that is basic yet never dull, never boring to my truly simple mind.”
He arched to his left and kissed her wet pink lips, her damp flower colored mouth, and peered into wet blue eyes, damp sea colored pearls, peaceful in joy with a sliver of sad. The maiden smiled, though weakly, the girls face was happy, though trying not to fail. The other twin, the different twin, looked to the charmer for a second, peered the gentleman for a second. Though she yearned for his kiss, she did not grow sad, though she wished for his lips her heart did not frown.

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Pub: 14 Jun 2021 17:29 UTC
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