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He used to be irked by the way she would dance around him, poking
fun at his somber attitude and reproachful scowl. She would giggle and
smirk, shedding downy feathers about as she pranced in circles around him.
He would glare and insult her for her foolishness, imploring her to let
him brood in peace. She would retreat for a short time but soon return
to force him into silly conversation. Couldn't she see that he had more
important things to think about than his favourite colour or food? It
was none of her business anyway.
He sternly shooed her away when she approached, and eventually she
decided his gloom was all he cared to explore. She carried her laughter
and light somewhere else. As time passed she would occasionaly cast a
glance at the man in the shadows, but he never looked her way. She amused
others with her antics, smiling upon them and trying to brighten their
days. He watched from afar, pondering what the others saw in her childish
games and penny philosophy.
One day he looked and she was gone. It appeared she had found her
keeper, a man who could delight in her whimsy and appreciate her rose
coloured world. He went back to his meditation. No more distractions
from his obsession and his muse. He focused on his feelings for the
silhouette of a woman the two created. Meanwhile, she tried to fly.
On a lonely summer night he heard a cry, a weak call for help on
the night breeze. He went to his window and looked outside, seeing what
appeared to be a gentle snow. Fluffy white flakes falling down from the
sky, resting on the ground but not melting. He went outside and examined
the street. It was not snow, but feathers, almost like the down shed upon
him by the girl with the wings. These were different though. Larger, not
the down naturally shed with movement, but actual feathers torn from the
wings. He looked into the sky and saw her, caged on a pedestal in the
house of a god. Her tears fell on his face like rain, washing away the
some of the dirt he had allowd to collect there while chasing a shadow.
He went back inside wondering whether or not to interfere. He
paced his room, pitying the poor girl in the cage, but not needing any
more troubles of his own. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror
and was shocked to see a hint of beauty there. Could it be that he was
beautiful under the dust and grime? No, it was probably just a trick of
the light.
He climbed upon his roof and called out to the caged girl, "Girl,
why do you weep?" She peered at him with red swollen eyes. "My keeper
placed me in this cage, and handed me down to his drudge. I am tainted."
She looked away from the man, ashamed. He frowned and asked what she had
done, a question which she could not answer. He began to climb down when
she called out, "Please, don't leave me alone. Talk with me just a little
more." He nodded and sat back down, trying to think of something to say.
"Would you like to hear something I wrote?" he asked the girl. She
nodded and he began to tell her stories. He told her of his muse and his
obsession, his sorrow, his desire, and of his ties to her god. She
sighed, knowing too well the power of obsession and the beauty of the
muse, for her god was blinded by her radiance. She told the man of her
god creating for the muse a guilded cage, to be placed on an even grander
pillar than her own. She told of how she hated the muse, hated the power
she held over her god, hated that she was given away so the muse could
take her place. The man sighed. He began to speak of the actual act of
writing, of concocting stories, the difficulties he had. She nodded and
shared her difficulties, her insecurities about her creations.
Suddenly there was a crash of thunder and the window through which
he saw her disappeared. Hard rain erupted from the sky and he scrambled
down from the roof, finding shelter from the raging storm. It rained long
and hard, lightning flashing continuously like a strobe, thunder shaking
the house every few seconds. Then, as suddenly as it began, it ceased.
The sky cleared and the stars shone bright.
He heard her call his name. He climbed back out and saw her extend
her pale hand through the bars of her cage. "I'm sorry. Everything is ok
now. My god has run to your muse for comfort." He scowled at the caged
girl and replied "So why not break free? Your god wouldnt care. Leave,
fly on your own." She sighed deeply and drew her hand back into the cage.
The window disappeared into the sky and he retreated to his room. Each
night he would look into the sky, but the window was never there.
One morning he ventured out and noticed a trail of her feathers.
He followed the feathers and found her huddled in a dirty alley. "So you
did it, you escaped." She shook her head and began to weep. "He kept me
like a flower, but without his love I wilted. He threw me away." She
pulled her wings tightly around herself and he noticed places where the
feathers had fallen away. Underneath the skin was scaly, black and shiny
like obsidion. Just as sharp, just as hard. "What happened to your wings,
girl?" She spread her wings and displayed for him the armor which had
begun to replace the beautiful down. "I am tired of being hurt, of not
being able to fly. I can't live like this anymore." He extended his hand.
"Try to fly, you are free now." She smiled at him then turned away. "I
can't fly. Not even if I wanted to." He frowned as he watched her try to
lift her wings. She could barely manage the weight of the black scales
and could not extend her wings. The burden caused her to slouch against a
building.
He helped her walk to his home, promising her he would help her fly.
She tried to bear most of the weight herself and admonished herself for
leaning on him. He laid her in his bed and tended to her, slowing the
growth of her shell, but unable to stop it from encrusting her wings. He
was concerned because he had been called upon by the gods to defend his
land and she wasnt capable of walking on her own, let alone flying. She
wanted so much to be able to shed the armor and fly so he did not have to
worry about her while he was away.
He worked with her every day, trying to teach her how to bear her
burden, and finally the scales began to give way to new feathers. Her
burden becoming lighter, her will becoming stronger. He was proud of her,
and she was elated by the fact.
She was almost ready to test her wings when he was called to leave.
He held her and stroked her wings, telling her she could fly on her own
and that he would find the strength to go on, knowing that she could fly.
She sighed and turned away from him. She was still weak. She was back
where she started and didn't know how to progress. He sighed and checked
the time. He had to go. There was nothing more he could do for her. He
looked to her and saw in her eyes that she knew. She stood, put her arm
through his, and they walked into the street. She kissed his cheek and he
caressed her wings. They went their seperate ways.
She thought of him often, and he thought of her. Both keeping in
touch, neither mentioning the daunting unknown. Both damned, to be
carried by the hands of fate.
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #470, WRITTEN BY: MEENK - 1/27/99 !!