Sunday, December 19, 2004

Story of a Girl

Well, I hope to write one for all of my friends that are close, but we'll see how motivated I am. Youll know who you are if you read it.

I once knew a girl who came from a place that was far, far away. She traveled across many lands searching for something, but what that something was, she did not know. One day, in the midst of her journeying, she realized part of what she was searching for, was herself. Once she realized that it was not a tangible object that she was searching for, she began to search a different realm. A place within herself. After a long period of searching, she discovered a calling that came from within. A dire need to accomplish what she longed for overtook her, and she began her journeying once again. Amd so she travelled across many more lands, until she arrived in the Land of the Golden Sun, in the City by the Bay. Once having arrived, she discovered that though she was close, she had not yet discovered exactly what she searched for. So she came to realize that although she had journeyed so much, she was still very far. At that time, she returned to her home, weary of her travels, to rest and recover her strength, which had been drained throughout her quest. While resting, she realized to where she must go, and having packed her bags, she once again set out towards the Land of the Golden Sun. This time, though, instead of going to the City by the Bay, she went to the City of Holly, where there was a great wood. From there, it was only a leap and a bound before she ended up staying in the Abbey of Saint Monica, where she began to study the art of capturing essences and souls. While studying under one of the Guild Masters, she encountered another. This other was of a strange, quirky nature (whom we will now call S.Q.), but understood her well, and through this understanding grew a friendship. The friendship was bright and merry, and the two learned well with each other. Soon afterwards, the newly formed duo made the aquaintance of the Other during one of the many dronings of the Pseudo Master. The other was like a chameleon, who adapted to his environment, but rarely showed his true colors. He introduced himself in a pleasing fashion, and was allowed to enter the trial for membership into the exclusive duo group. It was only through pity that he was allowed to enter the group. Nevertheless, because of the nature of duality, the dou morphed into a trio. Once changed, it could never be rewound, but only changed and warped for better or worse. And so the three shared stories of adventures past, and went on to create many new adventures. And through this bonding they became a solid trio, which was of such strength, that it formed itself into another link within the chain of allies that were gathering and growing before the arrival of the storm.

8 comments:

Bren said...

"Once changed, it could never be rewound, but only changed and warped for better or worse."

yes

alterntivgirl said...

I like the story. You are a master storyteller.

Death said...

Merci. I like telling stories. Its just something I do.

kolors said...

i guess life is just a giant tangle of chained friends linked inextricably.

Anonymous said...

It was very long and repetitive but I get the point - which could have been made faster, but maybe the long journey there was part of the point.

Anonymous said...

It could use some paragraphs. :)

Bren said...

nick- please do edit the one about S.Q. :)

Anonymous said...

I was wondering what some of your older posts were so I decided to go back in time...

Man, this was so long ago! So many things have changed. I guess 5 years will do that, huh?

The trio has gone their seperate ways, leaving happy and sad memories for all.

-burrito