| Devil | Created on Tuesday, 19 February 2008 02:58 |
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My story begins on a treacherously dark and rainy night. I was merely 7 when my journey began. I had a normal childhood of any Nangen child up until that day... I saw him standing there, laughing, overjoyed with himself for the atrocity he had just committed. He burnt them. Burnt my parents bodies in our own home. Killed them in their sleep and set our estate ablaze, trying to purify himself of the self-hatred he felt all those years with the flames for being a failure compared to our father. But we survived, we Endsong kin. Every one of the twelve. Thanks to my older brother Harkonnen, we were saved from the fire as he ran room to room fetching all of us in the midst of the chaos. We stood out in the woods nearby as the rain fell, not able to do anything for them then. All we could do was watch and mourn and soak in his laughter and his hatred. Harkonnen gave up the search for him. I'll never forgive him for that. He hunted my uncle for a few years afterwards, but he was more absorbed in rebuilding the Endsong estate and trying to look after our youngest siblings, both deeds I do not fault him for you - you must look after your own - but he simply lacked the amibition after a while. As if he was ok with our parents' murder. I never did though. I hunted him deep into the wild, where he hid and prayed we wouldn't find him. I tracked him for years, always seemingly a few leagues behind. But over the years, I got better and better at figuring out where he would go and what he would do next. I eventually was tipped off by human footprints in the remotest areas of the wilderness. It could only be one person... someone who didn't want to be found. I stalked into the cave nearby, an obvious choice for shelter. Torch in hand, I waved it about the cave wildly in hopes I had caught him off guard and that he was there waiting for me... and he was... but not as I expected. He lay there on the ground, his eyes blank and lifeless. He had died from the lung disease we all were aware he had since we were kids. Living out here in the harsh environment must have amplified his condition. But still, I couldn't help but feel satisfied at standing over this man's corpse. Here he died, alone, cold and unhappy. A fitting end for someone as evil as he. Since that episode of my life, I've been travelling the wild endlessly, never stopping in one place for too long. After being outside of the cities for as long as I had, they just seem too crowded and the peope there too petty and pathetic to be around. I have recently come across a nomadic people and having been making camp with them and learning from one of their elders and learning their ways. Something about these people... I feel so strongly connected to them. That they seem to have found something out here in the wilderness and within each other that they can safely and securely call home and I am now finally realizing perhaps that was what I was truly seeking out here in the wild. -- Devil Endsong (>|<) Unforgiving |
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