| LiShen | Created on Wednesday, 09 June 2010 19:41 |
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My tale is not one easily recounted. I tend to not dwell on the past, but rather I live in the moment as a devout follower of Tao and a practitioner of Wu Wei. As such, my personal history has never been of much importance - at least compared to the present and who I am today. Regardless, the time has come for me to share my tale. I hope that it may spark others to step forward and reveal themselves as my friends, my kin, and members of the lost Demeter family. I was born 47 years ago on the southern tip of Kaya - a member of what would soon be mistakenly referred to as the Demeter clan. First, let me make this clear: the Demeter clan was not a family, as the classic sense of the definition would state. Instead, it was a group of friends and likeminded individuals who lived together, in harmony with each other and nature. Technically the group never had a name - that is, we never announced one for ourselves - but towards the latter years, the city folk began to attribute it with my father, Deo Demeter: our unannounced leader. My youth was a time for city expansion and, as such, our lands began to shrink with each passing day. Though we had no official leadership, my father acted as the tribe's sopkesman. He kept the clan together through what were some of the hardest times imaginable - a challenge I would soon be tasked with and fail. Well, the city dwellers did not exactly understand my clan's dynamics. To them, we were nothing more than the Demeter clan led by Deo Demeter: a nuisance and obstacle to their expansion. It is quite unfortunate, but understandable. We did not bother learning of their culture, so why would they bother with ours? Such is a question better posed for another day. For now, I shall continue with the tale. You see, I was born the eldest son to Deo Demeter. My mother passed away while I was still quite young; she did not live to see her second son, my younger brother, Adiepho. From what I remember of her and what I can deduce from stories, however, she was a very kind, compassionate woman who did not have an ounce of greed in her soul. She lived to serve others and the community. In fact, she would often take me to gather flowers and prepare meals for my father and our fellow clan members as a young boy. It was after Adiepho was born when things started to change. When my mother died, my father truly began to feel the city pressure closing in on him. He always cared for us, his children, but he had a funny way of showing it. He was a rather stern man and always seemed to care more about the wellbeing of our clan than he did the happiness of us as individuals. His days were spent carving furiously into his journal or meeting with the other tribe elders. Anyways, I was never adorned with fancy clothing or expensive toys as a child, but I was still quite well off. We lived off the land; there was no need for anything more! I learned at a young age the beauty of nature and the splendor of simplicity. All things work together in harmony to create this beautiful phenomenon called life. It was a wonderful life and I loved every minute of it - up until my father's death, that is. After my father passed away, the clan fell into ruins and none were left to pick up the pieces. My brother had abandoned the clan and fled the country in rage, others simply left out of fear for our current state and safety (again, the modern cities that had begun to sprout up were not exactly enthused by our constant presence). I spent nearly 15 years filling my father's position, but I was never very good at it. I was not born to lead... Finally, it came time to say our farewells and scatter into the lands. We decided to dissolve what was left of the group - the remaining kindred would leave to start a new tribe and turn a new page in our history. For better or for worse, I decided not to follow them. Instead, I traveled North to find Adiepho. I arrived in Koguryo 18 years ago during the Summer of Hyul 14. The air was crisp, the townsmen were active, and nature was bursting with life. I spent the first few months in search for Adiepho, of course, but the search came to no avail. The kingdoms were too large - much larger than anything I had encountered before, at least. Adiepho was nowhere to be found and I grew discouraged. Around this time I decided to continue North a bit deeper and set up camp in the wilderness, for it reminded me of home. There, I met Quellious the tranquil and Runai, my future friends and mentors. They taught me what it meant to be a Geomancer - what it meant to follow the way. Within one day, I was welcomed to the circle and I began my new life in these lands as a Geomancer. Well, that is about it. Here I am now, still a Geomancer, still Aeolus Demeter. They call me Entroper now - a name I picked up during my travels North (and a story in itself!) - but I am the same now as I have always been. I am the eldest son of Deo Demeter and the older brother of Adiepho. Though my brother has still not shown up, I do not doubt that he lives. I hope that this announcement - testament to the Demeter name - will spark Adiepho and others to reveal themselves. Adiepho lives, and I am certain of this. He was always the stronger one, after all... :: scribbled signature :: Aeolus 'Entroper' Demeter |
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