Post by Zephyr on Apr 4, 2009 7:52:17 GMT -5
PASSION AND LOVE
ARE THEY DEAD AND GONE FOR ME?
ARE THEY DEAD AND GONE FOR ME?
The sun shone through the white puff clouds as they silently glided above. The wind blew strong and cool as the young mortal walked absently across the grassy meadow, heading to the cliffs where one could see the waves crash on the rocks. The music of the water intoxicated the air and sailed through the atmosphere as the mortal savored it. The wind teased his brown wavy hair and caressed his rough boyish features. Zephyr trudged along without paying attention where he was going. He was already done with the field, fixing the house and helping a friend of his about a leek of their roof. Now he was free and alone. The young man stood tall as a tower and looked rough but somehow he excreted this warm and friendly aura. He looked content at the moment as his chocolate eyes grazed the empty meadow. As far as he could tell there was no one with him, no one at all. Zephyr closed his eyes just on cue as he stopped at the edge of the cliff. His hair wildly but gracefully tossed around him. Zephyr shoved his hands into his pockets and stood there as if he was getting ready to jump even though he was not. Civilization was miles away from here and it meant having time all to himself. No one would probably dare steal from him. Everyone in the village knew he didn’t like violence but when need be, he would and he was strong. Plus, it was not like he had anything worth stealing from. His heart tightened again but no tears fell this time.
With the silence surrounding him, he could not help but remember his past. Where he had been reckless and young, he lost everything he loved and cared for. He had nothing left to lose but himself, not that he valued his life. He didn’t really care now. Zephyr only wanted to spend his life helping other people, thinking it would lessen his guilt from the past. He didn’t want the past to change anything of what he was now. Zephyr winced at the vivid memories that flashed in his head. The fire, the intensity, the shouts, his cries, and Zarythia’s whimper and her final scream when the 2nd floor collapsed on her. His hands in his pockets curled up in a fist as he forced his eyes open. It was still hard for him to look back at the moment. To have almost saved her from death but lost her at the very last moment. And then he became aware of the huge rugged scar on his back. It runs from his shoulder blade to his hip on his left. But somehow to Zephyr, by looking back at the past, he believed it would make him be stronger as a person. There was an empty whole in his heart, in fact, it was barely called a heart already.
Zephyr sighed and pushed his hand through his tousled wavy hair and hooked it there as he stared out to the ocean. Frustration was building in him but he managed to suppress it, he didn’t want to lose his control here. Zephyr lost his trust in everything, all he trusted now was himself and only himself. He forced himself to accept whatever fate the Fates brought him. No mortal can go against fate and destiny. His emptiness echoed in his hallow heart. His brown chocolate eyes seemed dull as they remained looking forward. That was all he was going to do, move forward.
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Notes - Am finally using my human!
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