Post by ttR admin on Aug 5, 2009 16:34:07 GMT -5
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Love is capable of driving the average human to do many a funny things. Love makes
people travel across oceans, move mountains, perform feats they never would... So
when a young man's love asked him to pluck her a flower from the Goddess's hair,
how could he refuse? How could he know the dangers that this action would cause?
Once upon a time, a young man who was determined to find the Goddess, in order
to have one of the flowers that sat atop her head. Glad for company, the Goddess
obliged, but made the man promise that he would stop by every day to visit her, for
she was not a being who got much company. Things went by at a fairy-tale's pace
for a while, as the man married his love, and took care to visit the Goddess every
day, telling her tales to entertain her as he visited. But why was it, that the Harvest
Goddess, a being as old as time itself, felt as if she loved this mortal male human?
It simply was not done.
Love is capable of driving this Harvest Goddess to do a many funny things. Love
made her worry when he didn't show up that day, love made her leave her home
and venture into the village, looking for him. Love made her see his beloved wife
for what she really was, a monster, disguised to look like a woman, to deceive...
The Harvest Sprites, hating to see their Goddess look so distraught about this
news, turned to the man to warn him about his wife, surprised to find that they
could be seen by him, for only those with pure hearts would ever be able to see
them. Telling him the news about his wife, the Sprites and the young man raced
to the Goddess Pond, only to find that the monster had beaten them there...
In her hand was that flower, the Goddess’s flower that had been given to her, now
wilted, black, miserable... As the dark being spoke of despair washing the islands,
the flower was plunged into the Goddess’s chest, as she morphed into something
obscene, a creature not fit to be called holy. Laughter painted the air, the young
man shut his eyes as a bitter coldness brushed over the island, a bitter winter...
Love is capable of driving an average little village into an eternal winter. But
despite everything, despite the dark magic that surrounds this little town,
the villagers still attempt to smile, still attempt to find warmth in this winter.
You don't need the sun or the stars in order to be able to taste the rainbow.
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Love is capable of driving the average human to do many a funny things. Love makes
people travel across oceans, move mountains, perform feats they never would... So
when a young man's love asked him to pluck her a flower from the Goddess's hair,
how could he refuse? How could he know the dangers that this action would cause?
Once upon a time, a young man who was determined to find the Goddess, in order
to have one of the flowers that sat atop her head. Glad for company, the Goddess
obliged, but made the man promise that he would stop by every day to visit her, for
she was not a being who got much company. Things went by at a fairy-tale's pace
for a while, as the man married his love, and took care to visit the Goddess every
day, telling her tales to entertain her as he visited. But why was it, that the Harvest
Goddess, a being as old as time itself, felt as if she loved this mortal male human?
It simply was not done.
Love is capable of driving this Harvest Goddess to do a many funny things. Love
made her worry when he didn't show up that day, love made her leave her home
and venture into the village, looking for him. Love made her see his beloved wife
for what she really was, a monster, disguised to look like a woman, to deceive...
The Harvest Sprites, hating to see their Goddess look so distraught about this
news, turned to the man to warn him about his wife, surprised to find that they
could be seen by him, for only those with pure hearts would ever be able to see
them. Telling him the news about his wife, the Sprites and the young man raced
to the Goddess Pond, only to find that the monster had beaten them there...
In her hand was that flower, the Goddess’s flower that had been given to her, now
wilted, black, miserable... As the dark being spoke of despair washing the islands,
the flower was plunged into the Goddess’s chest, as she morphed into something
obscene, a creature not fit to be called holy. Laughter painted the air, the young
man shut his eyes as a bitter coldness brushed over the island, a bitter winter...
Love is capable of driving an average little village into an eternal winter. But
despite everything, despite the dark magic that surrounds this little town,
the villagers still attempt to smile, still attempt to find warmth in this winter.
You don't need the sun or the stars in order to be able to taste the rainbow.
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