29-05-2004, 09:54
The cracking of thunder in the distance.
The sound of rain hitting a far away patch of ocean.
The shores; tumultuous and terrifying powered with the strength of wind from a storm abroad.
He sat there, on the shore; his arms folded and his cloak wrapped around him in a futile attempt to keep in the warmth. His long and flowing blonde hair blew as the cold touch of the wind chilled his icy skin. His clothes that were silken and ornately decorated were now covered in sand.
He looked on at the storm, trying to understand its nature, its power. His eyes pierced the chaos as the storm raged both inside him and in the distance.
Another man walked along the shoreline toward him, a car parked behind him. He bowed down about a metre before the sitting man, rose and then shook gently his shoulder.
"My Emperor Eternal?"
No reply, the man still looked into the distance.
"My Emperor Eternal?"
The man still did not turn to look at him, but he spoke, his voice sombre and quiet.
"Counselor, tell me, what do you see?"
The Counselor turned to look at the storm.
"I see a storm, my Emperor Eternal."
"I see a mirror of this shoreline; the clouds break against one another as the waves break against this shore. I see a gleaming spear piercing the body of a great blue foe. And, yes, I see a storm.
In all my long years of life, for 1000 cycles of our nearest star, I find that watching the storm calms me. Every storm is different, exciting, random and curious while the rest of my life grows weary with boredom.
"Of course my Emperor Eternal, however the danger is becoming great. I suggest we return to the palace at once."
The Emperor arose, the Counselor bowing. They walked to the car and drove off inland.
The sound of rain hitting a far away patch of ocean.
The shores; tumultuous and terrifying powered with the strength of wind from a storm abroad.
He sat there, on the shore; his arms folded and his cloak wrapped around him in a futile attempt to keep in the warmth. His long and flowing blonde hair blew as the cold touch of the wind chilled his icy skin. His clothes that were silken and ornately decorated were now covered in sand.
He looked on at the storm, trying to understand its nature, its power. His eyes pierced the chaos as the storm raged both inside him and in the distance.
Another man walked along the shoreline toward him, a car parked behind him. He bowed down about a metre before the sitting man, rose and then shook gently his shoulder.
"My Emperor Eternal?"
No reply, the man still looked into the distance.
"My Emperor Eternal?"
The man still did not turn to look at him, but he spoke, his voice sombre and quiet.
"Counselor, tell me, what do you see?"
The Counselor turned to look at the storm.
"I see a storm, my Emperor Eternal."
"I see a mirror of this shoreline; the clouds break against one another as the waves break against this shore. I see a gleaming spear piercing the body of a great blue foe. And, yes, I see a storm.
In all my long years of life, for 1000 cycles of our nearest star, I find that watching the storm calms me. Every storm is different, exciting, random and curious while the rest of my life grows weary with boredom.
"Of course my Emperor Eternal, however the danger is becoming great. I suggest we return to the palace at once."
The Emperor arose, the Counselor bowing. They walked to the car and drove off inland.