The Ballad of Marion Blew (6) ASKELADDEN
In the morning, the dewy foliage reigns supreme, and calls upon the air
The air provides nourishment, and they receive the circadian rhythm
Often aloof, but firmly planted, the trees sing a sigh of relief through the wind
In a clearing, a boy kneels and kneads through the soil, and creates a clear path in which
to let a new plant flourish
Wisps of hair blow across his forehead, the occurrence of tempered winds satisfy his
vitality
The symmetry of fields lush with wonder, span wide ranging plains
The clearing seems quiet, perhaps if it were not for the distant commotion caused by his two older brothers...
In the distance, an aura emanates from across the field out onto the road
A woman tentatively walks step by step, the aura becomes more visible through the fog
As the woman finally meets the boy, the boy stands up out off the ground and gazes at her with an inquisitive look.
The woman is the first to speak:
" I have been given these coordinates.. and here I am"
"You want me, how far you come?"
"A long way, this was under my door... It lead me here..."
"So you are the singer! You have defied reality and sung a note that has never been sung before....
...THE HOLY NOTE......
"Can you help me, is there anyway that these ravenous people can be dissuaded from following me?"
"There is"....
The boy reaches into the pocket of his overalls, and brings out a stone...
"You have an unsettled spirit, the recent events have tortured you and made your mind unrest. It was foretold in my own dreams, that I was to hand over a turquoise stone to you to aid in your quest for peace. The culture of greed is responsible for these people seeking you out.
Sometimes we see commodities attract greedy spirits, if there is something to be gained or profited from, it will be pursued to no end. What people want is to harvest your talent, they want the holy note. Your ability to sing it is to the absolute jealousy of the public. But unbeknownst to them, it can only be sung once..
This stone, when clenched in the palm of your hand, will grant complete silence or stillness to the person it is being attributed to. Hold it in your hand, squeeze, and close your eyes.... If you even wanted to, you could silence the world......
The boy places the stone in the woman's hand.
"What is your name?"
"ASKELADDEN".
The air provides nourishment, and they receive the circadian rhythm
Often aloof, but firmly planted, the trees sing a sigh of relief through the wind
In a clearing, a boy kneels and kneads through the soil, and creates a clear path in which
to let a new plant flourish
Wisps of hair blow across his forehead, the occurrence of tempered winds satisfy his
vitality
The symmetry of fields lush with wonder, span wide ranging plains
The clearing seems quiet, perhaps if it were not for the distant commotion caused by his two older brothers...
In the distance, an aura emanates from across the field out onto the road
A woman tentatively walks step by step, the aura becomes more visible through the fog
As the woman finally meets the boy, the boy stands up out off the ground and gazes at her with an inquisitive look.
The woman is the first to speak:
" I have been given these coordinates.. and here I am"
"You want me, how far you come?"
"A long way, this was under my door... It lead me here..."
"So you are the singer! You have defied reality and sung a note that has never been sung before....
...THE HOLY NOTE......
"Can you help me, is there anyway that these ravenous people can be dissuaded from following me?"
"There is"....
The boy reaches into the pocket of his overalls, and brings out a stone...
"You have an unsettled spirit, the recent events have tortured you and made your mind unrest. It was foretold in my own dreams, that I was to hand over a turquoise stone to you to aid in your quest for peace. The culture of greed is responsible for these people seeking you out.
Sometimes we see commodities attract greedy spirits, if there is something to be gained or profited from, it will be pursued to no end. What people want is to harvest your talent, they want the holy note. Your ability to sing it is to the absolute jealousy of the public. But unbeknownst to them, it can only be sung once..
This stone, when clenched in the palm of your hand, will grant complete silence or stillness to the person it is being attributed to. Hold it in your hand, squeeze, and close your eyes.... If you even wanted to, you could silence the world......
The boy places the stone in the woman's hand.
"What is your name?"
"ASKELADDEN".
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