"He was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our sins. The
punishment that brought us peace, was upon him. And by his wounds we are
healed."
Isaiah 53:5

Friday, August 13, 2010

At the Library

Well, I'm sitting up here at the library and I had an inspiration to write (or actuatly start writting) a short story.  It's kinda weird, but it's neat at the same time.  You see, I play this online game called ChickenSmoothie (http://www.chickensmoothie.com/) and we can adopt pets and save them in our aaccounts.  I posted this story on the forums @ CS, and I thought that I'd post it here ........  Hope you enjoy.

Diego and Peace

No...this wasn't supposed to happen.

Here I was, the son to the King of Death, she the Goddess of Life, falling in love with my mortal enemy.

She would live forever. I didn't take on fathers immortal being, so I would die.

Wherever she stepped, flowers would bloom, the sun would shine, animals would come out of their hiding places to bow to her as she passed.

Wherever I stepped, plants would wilt, the earth would become dark, other wolves would run if my presense was within a mile.

She could breathe life into things from simple one celled animals, to the great, regal unicorns that lived above us in the craggy cliffs.

I could make one gesture and everything around me would be dead. Flowers, trees, animals. Other wolves...

We didn't start out feeling this way about one another. I was raised as a pup to hate anything that had to do with granting life and overpopulating the world. She feared the scent of death and would be in pain with just a glare from my father.

Our forces, life and death, had been at battle for thousands of years.

When she one, the world became overpopulated. People ran out of food supply, space, and proper living space.

It was then she would become weak with all the life she would have to carry, and my father would easily win the next battle. The world would then corrupt with tradgedy. Natural disasters, desease, murder. It would qiuckly kill millions.

This is how we met.

It had been a year and no one could find her. She had won the last battle, and the world was filled with people, wolves, and other creatures alike. Death was nonexsistent.

Wars had broken out over food, space, and supplies. People would get hurt and have to live in the constant excruciating pain for eternity. The old lay in feilds, long forgotten, alone, with terribly aching bones. The terminally ill had to live their lives on beds, forever in mental and phsycal pain.
I had to find her. This had to stop. I hadn't told my father, but I had dreams of her standing at the corner of the earth. I knew that's where she was.

I set off while father was away on a long journey to find her. It took many days to travel to the corner of the earth. When I reached it, it looked like any normal feild with a wife river cutting through the middle. But the sky was different. It shone with many shades of blue and black.

It was nighttime. The sky was dark black, light back, gray, midnight blue. But there was a glimmer of white in the nights shade. Two glimmers. Her large, glowing eyes.

I walked to her carefully, fearing she would attack, but she was still. I didn't know why, because she either ran at me or lunged at my throat in battle.

I could feel fear and hate radiating off of her. But still, she woudln't move.

Then I saw why. She was sick. Sick from the weight of carrying so many others lives.

"Let them go", I told her. "We need death. Please. Let Father take over."

Even though we were raised to hate eachother, I still couldn't stand to so the once bright eyes dimming with pain.

"I can't," she choked out. "All these people are living happy lives."

"You think they're happy! The old, and sick, and hurting? They want nothing more then to be released! Let the young and the heathy, and theones that can be cured...give them a chance of life without wondering what to eat tommarow!"

And then I had an idea. Something my now dead mother once told me. Why can't those two just try to be together? I'll bet they could balence out the life and death to create a perfect population.

My father wouldn't hear it though. All he wanted was to win the next battle.

So I laid beside her. I curled my body into her, getting as close as I could get.

"What are you..." she began to growl, but then we began to feel it. We could feel the peaceful deaths of the old and sick and hurting.

Everything was quiet.

We went all through the night, feeling the deaths of millions and rejoicing of other millions. Her glow began to come back, as did her strength I believe, but she didn't move.

After what seemed like hours, when the world was reduced to only mere thousands, we felt the young and healthy begin to be born. It didn't take nearly as long as what the deaths took. And then we felt it.

It was as if I'd never felt better in my life. I was filled with happiness and uncaring about battles, deaths, and life. And then I began to think how she was the only girl could be around without her dying.

I knew if we went back into the real world, things would corrupt in turmoil again.

I knew I was granted immortallity.

I knew we had formed a bond of scared happenings, perfection, and best yet, love.

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We never went back into the real world. The population began to live without worry of the tradgedy of too much lfe or too much death. When an old one died, a new one was born. When a sick one died, another sick one was granted a cure. When the ones in pain passed on, a couple was mated, to begin the lives of small, new beings.

We lived in perfect bliss in the corner our univese. We loved, we laughed, we played.

We even created small new beings of our own.

Rave was our firstborn son. He took on his mothers white glow of life and my black colors of peaceful death. We knew he was an added addition to helping the balance, and he too would live forever.

Joker was born a normal pup. No immortallty, special powers, or expectations for him. We were sad that he would one day pass on, but we knew we had many, many years to give him a wonderful life. he was named Joker because of his silly, andd carefree mentality.

After all, we do need a perfect balence of fun and seriousness ourselves.

And perfect we were.


I would post their pictures, although, I seem to have run out of time and the HTML doesn't like me.  I'll work on getting the images up later today

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