The Seed
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The Seed
by Dio the Awesome Sun Aug 16, 2009 8:35 am
My friends, it is selfish of me to expect feed back, when I offer little myself. That being said, there is a lot of text here. I just want to assure you in a small way, that I acknowledge everyone's skill, and I hope to get to comment on your works when time allows. Please forgive me. -_-
This was written a few years ago, and it shows. I could turn this into an RP, if people wish.
Background:
I created a world called Airilynn a ways back, and planned on several short stories to be a semi historical account of the world, as myths and legends. Only one was completed, and this is it. The world of Airilynn still exists, but in paper form. I have not yet had the will power to convert 13000 words into text. Again, -_-
Well, enjoy. I am too lazy to edit it much further than it is, so forgive any spelling mistakes or view point inconsistencies, of which there are probably many. One more time, -_-
The Seed
A clear dawn broke over the lone Redwood. It rises over the entire island, clearly the tallest thing in sight, giving the impression it is much older than it actually is. The towering tree is only ten years old, its growth beings anything but natural. Beams of light crawls over the dark, rough bark at a sloths pace. The pale sun, just on the horizon slowly warms the stony ground surrounding the Redwood. Tranquility, is the only other thing to be found here.
Hours later, a lone figure is driven into the gritty shore. A second later, another wave washes over the figure, threatening to drag him back out to sea. It claws at the sand, and manages to fight off the attack. The figure staggers wearily to it's feet, and another wave swirls about its knees. The human half walks half crawls above the tide line where he lay, catching his breath. After several minutes, the man forces his way up the shore bank, and onto a patch of sand, he begins to lose consciousness as he reflects on his miraculous journey.
---
It was only a year a year ago when he awoke. His first thoughts and memories were not his own, they were given to him by his master, Jerreth. Jerreth was an ancient and powerful being, dripping with fear and decay. It was He who gave form and live to this human, gave him sentient thought, and a name. But, the most important gift he was given was purpose, and the knowledge he was part of a greater design. It was during these first moments of thought and comprehension that a voice entered his mind.
Your name is Kutter. The voice spoke, crackling and covered in dust. I have created you out of dirt, given you breath and form and thought. You are my first acolyte, the most power and most exalted of my subjects. You are given a special station within my kingdom. But, this station is not given freely. I require you to perform a task for me, if you choose not to carry this out, you will go back to the dirt. Speak.
Kutter swallowed, struck with fear and awe. His vocal cords opened for the first time, his first words carefully chosen. "As your first acolyte Lord, I wish to know your name, and the task you ask of me, so I might better understand you, and my purpose in your grand design."
A laughter rippled through Kutters mind like the crunch or old parchment. You ask much mortal, for one so new. Fortunately I am pleased with your audacity. My first acolyte requires a strong will and ambition. But most of all, no fear when faced with one of the great beings.
My name is Jerreth, God of Decay. When death occurs on this plan, I know of it, I feel, and draw power from it, the death and decay that occurs on this plane,serves to strengthen me. All life will eventually pass on to me, and when you die, you will pass onto my kingdom. As the for the task I have for you, all will be made clear in the morning.
At that, a darkness entered Kutter's mind. He could feel slivers of pain all over his body, and eventually, despite all his efforts, he fell unconscious. Kutter awoke several hours later, clothed is a gray linen robe, with a black oak box clutched in his arms.
---
Refreshed by the memory of his Master, Kutter picks himself off the the sandy ground, and continues his journey. He whispers a silent prayer for surviving his ordeal. Kutter had been traveling on a makeshift raft across the harsh ocean. The raft had been following a steady current for several days and all seemed to be going well, until a large squall picked up. The winds buffeted and blow the raft all over hell and creation, or so it seemed. It seemed he would ride out the storm, until a final massive wave tossed the raft over like a twig in a tornado. Kutter is not sure how his body even made it to the shore and had he been any other person, he would have chalked it up to pure luck.
Kutter knew better.
Having lost his provisions with his raft, Kutter recites another prayer, this time for strengthen and assistance. Standing on the shore bank, looking in towards the continent, Kutter picked out a small green dot on the horizon and walked towards it. He was able to travel at a steady pace, once he worked out a rhythm. Step step breath, step step exhale, step step breath, step step exhale. His mind was focused solely on moving his feet forward. The long march was not interrupted by a single cloud or breeze, and midday, Kutter was completely dry, aside from the sweat pouring down his face. Hunger and exhaustion threatened to take hold, and he was forced to put these thoughts out of his mind. Instead, he focused on his surroundings, which did not help him much. The entire island was a flat grassland, with the occasional bush a few feet high. No trees to provide any shade, no civilization to be seen. The later did not surprise Kutter, so other creature in the world but he knew this place existed.
Only the large Redwood in the distance provided Kutter with any comfort, as he could see it was steadily increasing in size, albeit slowly. The sun passed overhead, and begun to sink in the western sky. As the yellow orb begun to sink past the horizon, the acolyte collapsed, exhausted. The journey on the raft and the following forced march, combined with the fact nothing has passed his lips but sea water all day, finally won the battle, and Kutter was the loser. Darkness washed over him, and he fell into a fevered sleep.
---
Nearly a year has passed since Kutter awoke with clutching the black box, and his mission. He was unaware of the full extent of his duties, but he knew where he had to travel to, and that was the first step. Every night when he slept, he dreamed of a tower Redwood standing alone on an island. Kutter would always feel himself drift through the waters, to the east, and land on the shore, he would walk across the grassy plains, and touch the Redwood, and the dream would be over. This was his sign, a constant reminded of the task at hand. While other beings were living, breeding, building, fighting and dying, Kutter was working. Everyday, he would wake from his dream and pray for guidance. It was seldom that Jerreth contacted him in this way, and when he did, advice was cryptic at best. Kutter could always see little signs in the grand scheme of things, marks in the dirt, decaying trees, even whispers and feeling he would get in the dead of night. Slowly, in this way, Kutter was able to learn about the things he needed to; carpentry, tool making, rafting, navigation and most of all, spiritual growth. After several months of hard work, his first raft was ready for a test. It was fit with sails and a rudder, and was quite small. On this, he was able to learn about the sea, and the trials a long voyage would have. Improvements were made to the raft, and a route was planned, as best he could, according to his dreams. At long last Kutter was prepared to take a leap of faith, and fight the oceans to the island across the ocean.
Kutter awoke, and as he always did, he recited his prayer for guidance. A familiar tingle was sent down Kutters spine, as a powerful being touched his mind.
You have done well my acolyte. We have accomplished much this past year, and you have performed so well. It is time we pick the fruits of our laybors.
"I thank you my master. I live to serve you. I plan to leave in the evening, when the wind and tides are in my favor. But, I must admit, my curiosity grows everyday..." Kutter trails off.
He could feel Jerreth smile in his mind. What is bothering you Kutter?
He relished at the mention of his name, "You are a God, a most powerful being, but I wonder, why you need a lower being such as myself to carry out this task for you?"
Hmmm... He answers in mock thought. It is not that I do not lack powerful, as you so tactfully suggested. I am able to do this for myself, but it would require me to take physical form. In this state it would be possible, however unlikely, that I could be destroyed. This task would also require my direct involvement, and due to the nature of your task, it would spark a response from the Divine Beings who watch over this world. There is a fragile balance kept here, good and evil, chaos and law, and while no single God can destroy me, the Divine Ones together would surely destroy me. A war between Gods is also not something I would look forward to, not just yet anyways...
That is why I need you, why you were created. You will be able to slip past their watchful eyes unnoticed, as they are concerned with nurturing their own followers. You will sow the seeds of decay so we may reap them later.
Kutter, "Then I shall depart tonight when the tides are favorable. I will not fail."
You can not. I will not allow it.
---
Kutter awoke with a start. His stomach and legs protesting for sustenance and rest. He sits up and notices three small fruits on the ground in front of him. He tentatively picks up of of the fruits and puts it in his mouth. His teeth easily penetrate the skin, and a rush of hot liquid fills his mouth. Kutter quickly swallows, and he could feel the alcohol warm him from head to toe. The meat of the fruit seemed to swell and fill his stomach. Energy filled Kutter and he gave thanks to his Deity. He pats the black box once again and continues on his journey.
As it was yesterday, the sky remained clear as the sun rose. The acolyte silently curses the sun as it beats down overhead. Kutter consumed a second berry at midday, feeling the restorative effects as before. The Redwood loomed ever closer, but refused to come fully into view, it's trunk still not fully visible. After the sun dropped below the horizon, Kutter felt need to eat the last berry so he could press onwards. Finally, after many hours of travel, the acolyte reaches the base of the Redwood. He looked up and smiled. He liked the night, if only for the moons. There were three, traveling in unison, the smallest one, circling the largest, and the third one following behind.
Kutter turned back to the task at hand. Pulling out the black box he approaches the Redwood, and kneels at its base. Instinctively, he knew it was time to open the box. The lid gave a quiet hiss as the pressure was released. Kutter peered in, and saw sitting on red velvet a single black seed, the size of a finger nail.
Now acolyte, plant the seed at the base of this tree, and your task will be complete.
Kutter obeyed with methodical precision. First, making a deep hole with his hands, then gently placing the seed into the hole, and finally, covering the seed with the dirt he had dug. When the last scoop of earth was replaced, the sky immediately began to grow dark, clouds swooping in to cover the moons. Within seconds, the heavens opened up, and rain began to pour down, as if the land itself was grieved. Kutter laughed at the clouds, his task complete, "What shall I do now Master?" He yelled.
You will die.
The simplicity of those words stunned him.
You will sit here, in this spot. After three days, your body will grow thirsty and you will die. You remains will decay, and provide this seed with nourishment. You will join me, and sit at my table, as my right hand.
Kutter silently accepted his fate. As with all mortals, he feared death, but deaths potential now steeled his resolve. He had seen much, and endured much for this moment. He sat down, over the spot he placed the seed. He died after three days, as was said. His body wasted into the soil, his bones turned to dust. The seed had been sown, to the sorrow of the Redwood.
This was written a few years ago, and it shows. I could turn this into an RP, if people wish.
Background:
I created a world called Airilynn a ways back, and planned on several short stories to be a semi historical account of the world, as myths and legends. Only one was completed, and this is it. The world of Airilynn still exists, but in paper form. I have not yet had the will power to convert 13000 words into text. Again, -_-
Well, enjoy. I am too lazy to edit it much further than it is, so forgive any spelling mistakes or view point inconsistencies, of which there are probably many. One more time, -_-
The Seed
A clear dawn broke over the lone Redwood. It rises over the entire island, clearly the tallest thing in sight, giving the impression it is much older than it actually is. The towering tree is only ten years old, its growth beings anything but natural. Beams of light crawls over the dark, rough bark at a sloths pace. The pale sun, just on the horizon slowly warms the stony ground surrounding the Redwood. Tranquility, is the only other thing to be found here.
Hours later, a lone figure is driven into the gritty shore. A second later, another wave washes over the figure, threatening to drag him back out to sea. It claws at the sand, and manages to fight off the attack. The figure staggers wearily to it's feet, and another wave swirls about its knees. The human half walks half crawls above the tide line where he lay, catching his breath. After several minutes, the man forces his way up the shore bank, and onto a patch of sand, he begins to lose consciousness as he reflects on his miraculous journey.
---
It was only a year a year ago when he awoke. His first thoughts and memories were not his own, they were given to him by his master, Jerreth. Jerreth was an ancient and powerful being, dripping with fear and decay. It was He who gave form and live to this human, gave him sentient thought, and a name. But, the most important gift he was given was purpose, and the knowledge he was part of a greater design. It was during these first moments of thought and comprehension that a voice entered his mind.
Your name is Kutter. The voice spoke, crackling and covered in dust. I have created you out of dirt, given you breath and form and thought. You are my first acolyte, the most power and most exalted of my subjects. You are given a special station within my kingdom. But, this station is not given freely. I require you to perform a task for me, if you choose not to carry this out, you will go back to the dirt. Speak.
Kutter swallowed, struck with fear and awe. His vocal cords opened for the first time, his first words carefully chosen. "As your first acolyte Lord, I wish to know your name, and the task you ask of me, so I might better understand you, and my purpose in your grand design."
A laughter rippled through Kutters mind like the crunch or old parchment. You ask much mortal, for one so new. Fortunately I am pleased with your audacity. My first acolyte requires a strong will and ambition. But most of all, no fear when faced with one of the great beings.
My name is Jerreth, God of Decay. When death occurs on this plan, I know of it, I feel, and draw power from it, the death and decay that occurs on this plane,serves to strengthen me. All life will eventually pass on to me, and when you die, you will pass onto my kingdom. As the for the task I have for you, all will be made clear in the morning.
At that, a darkness entered Kutter's mind. He could feel slivers of pain all over his body, and eventually, despite all his efforts, he fell unconscious. Kutter awoke several hours later, clothed is a gray linen robe, with a black oak box clutched in his arms.
---
Refreshed by the memory of his Master, Kutter picks himself off the the sandy ground, and continues his journey. He whispers a silent prayer for surviving his ordeal. Kutter had been traveling on a makeshift raft across the harsh ocean. The raft had been following a steady current for several days and all seemed to be going well, until a large squall picked up. The winds buffeted and blow the raft all over hell and creation, or so it seemed. It seemed he would ride out the storm, until a final massive wave tossed the raft over like a twig in a tornado. Kutter is not sure how his body even made it to the shore and had he been any other person, he would have chalked it up to pure luck.
Kutter knew better.
Having lost his provisions with his raft, Kutter recites another prayer, this time for strengthen and assistance. Standing on the shore bank, looking in towards the continent, Kutter picked out a small green dot on the horizon and walked towards it. He was able to travel at a steady pace, once he worked out a rhythm. Step step breath, step step exhale, step step breath, step step exhale. His mind was focused solely on moving his feet forward. The long march was not interrupted by a single cloud or breeze, and midday, Kutter was completely dry, aside from the sweat pouring down his face. Hunger and exhaustion threatened to take hold, and he was forced to put these thoughts out of his mind. Instead, he focused on his surroundings, which did not help him much. The entire island was a flat grassland, with the occasional bush a few feet high. No trees to provide any shade, no civilization to be seen. The later did not surprise Kutter, so other creature in the world but he knew this place existed.
Only the large Redwood in the distance provided Kutter with any comfort, as he could see it was steadily increasing in size, albeit slowly. The sun passed overhead, and begun to sink in the western sky. As the yellow orb begun to sink past the horizon, the acolyte collapsed, exhausted. The journey on the raft and the following forced march, combined with the fact nothing has passed his lips but sea water all day, finally won the battle, and Kutter was the loser. Darkness washed over him, and he fell into a fevered sleep.
---
Nearly a year has passed since Kutter awoke with clutching the black box, and his mission. He was unaware of the full extent of his duties, but he knew where he had to travel to, and that was the first step. Every night when he slept, he dreamed of a tower Redwood standing alone on an island. Kutter would always feel himself drift through the waters, to the east, and land on the shore, he would walk across the grassy plains, and touch the Redwood, and the dream would be over. This was his sign, a constant reminded of the task at hand. While other beings were living, breeding, building, fighting and dying, Kutter was working. Everyday, he would wake from his dream and pray for guidance. It was seldom that Jerreth contacted him in this way, and when he did, advice was cryptic at best. Kutter could always see little signs in the grand scheme of things, marks in the dirt, decaying trees, even whispers and feeling he would get in the dead of night. Slowly, in this way, Kutter was able to learn about the things he needed to; carpentry, tool making, rafting, navigation and most of all, spiritual growth. After several months of hard work, his first raft was ready for a test. It was fit with sails and a rudder, and was quite small. On this, he was able to learn about the sea, and the trials a long voyage would have. Improvements were made to the raft, and a route was planned, as best he could, according to his dreams. At long last Kutter was prepared to take a leap of faith, and fight the oceans to the island across the ocean.
Kutter awoke, and as he always did, he recited his prayer for guidance. A familiar tingle was sent down Kutters spine, as a powerful being touched his mind.
You have done well my acolyte. We have accomplished much this past year, and you have performed so well. It is time we pick the fruits of our laybors.
"I thank you my master. I live to serve you. I plan to leave in the evening, when the wind and tides are in my favor. But, I must admit, my curiosity grows everyday..." Kutter trails off.
He could feel Jerreth smile in his mind. What is bothering you Kutter?
He relished at the mention of his name, "You are a God, a most powerful being, but I wonder, why you need a lower being such as myself to carry out this task for you?"
Hmmm... He answers in mock thought. It is not that I do not lack powerful, as you so tactfully suggested. I am able to do this for myself, but it would require me to take physical form. In this state it would be possible, however unlikely, that I could be destroyed. This task would also require my direct involvement, and due to the nature of your task, it would spark a response from the Divine Beings who watch over this world. There is a fragile balance kept here, good and evil, chaos and law, and while no single God can destroy me, the Divine Ones together would surely destroy me. A war between Gods is also not something I would look forward to, not just yet anyways...
That is why I need you, why you were created. You will be able to slip past their watchful eyes unnoticed, as they are concerned with nurturing their own followers. You will sow the seeds of decay so we may reap them later.
Kutter, "Then I shall depart tonight when the tides are favorable. I will not fail."
You can not. I will not allow it.
---
Kutter awoke with a start. His stomach and legs protesting for sustenance and rest. He sits up and notices three small fruits on the ground in front of him. He tentatively picks up of of the fruits and puts it in his mouth. His teeth easily penetrate the skin, and a rush of hot liquid fills his mouth. Kutter quickly swallows, and he could feel the alcohol warm him from head to toe. The meat of the fruit seemed to swell and fill his stomach. Energy filled Kutter and he gave thanks to his Deity. He pats the black box once again and continues on his journey.
As it was yesterday, the sky remained clear as the sun rose. The acolyte silently curses the sun as it beats down overhead. Kutter consumed a second berry at midday, feeling the restorative effects as before. The Redwood loomed ever closer, but refused to come fully into view, it's trunk still not fully visible. After the sun dropped below the horizon, Kutter felt need to eat the last berry so he could press onwards. Finally, after many hours of travel, the acolyte reaches the base of the Redwood. He looked up and smiled. He liked the night, if only for the moons. There were three, traveling in unison, the smallest one, circling the largest, and the third one following behind.
Kutter turned back to the task at hand. Pulling out the black box he approaches the Redwood, and kneels at its base. Instinctively, he knew it was time to open the box. The lid gave a quiet hiss as the pressure was released. Kutter peered in, and saw sitting on red velvet a single black seed, the size of a finger nail.
Now acolyte, plant the seed at the base of this tree, and your task will be complete.
Kutter obeyed with methodical precision. First, making a deep hole with his hands, then gently placing the seed into the hole, and finally, covering the seed with the dirt he had dug. When the last scoop of earth was replaced, the sky immediately began to grow dark, clouds swooping in to cover the moons. Within seconds, the heavens opened up, and rain began to pour down, as if the land itself was grieved. Kutter laughed at the clouds, his task complete, "What shall I do now Master?" He yelled.
You will die.
The simplicity of those words stunned him.
You will sit here, in this spot. After three days, your body will grow thirsty and you will die. You remains will decay, and provide this seed with nourishment. You will join me, and sit at my table, as my right hand.
Kutter silently accepted his fate. As with all mortals, he feared death, but deaths potential now steeled his resolve. He had seen much, and endured much for this moment. He sat down, over the spot he placed the seed. He died after three days, as was said. His body wasted into the soil, his bones turned to dust. The seed had been sown, to the sorrow of the Redwood.
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Re: The Seed
by Adrius Frostglare Sun Aug 16, 2009 12:35 pm
((The plot is very exquisite and I greatly enjoyed reading this. I'd like to see the universe expand, but the plot of the villainous god who wants to conquer the rest of the gods is almost always delectable. 
It's a very interesting universe, greatly imaginative and original.))
It's a very interesting universe, greatly imaginative and original.))
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