| Ataxia | Created on Sunday, 27 April 2008 02:28 |
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The memory is still fresh, I can almost smell the air of the day I realized, I wasn't really crazy, and that I did in fact have a reason to question my existence. I mean, my whole life had seemed irrelevant to what I really thought half the time, and to add on to that, I didn't even agree with what I was told. SookTaig did take care of me, don't get me wrong. I appreciate her aid and love to this day, but it just never felt like it was real, I wanted to wake up. I wanted to pull my head out of the watery hole it was in. So I left. I was 19, I was senseless and inexperienced, but I was convinced that I was going to find out WHY I was so miserable in my own happiness. So I began to wonder around and everywhere I went, everyone started at me, looked at me in eye and held their breath for the briefest second. It bugged me and it got to me so much that I began to lose myself even more, until - nothing made sense anymore, I was just this thing, full of air. When I managed to get myself together a bit, I decided I would take a trip to the library and buy the monk scroll. "I need my inner peace" was all I could say, funny thing is, I didn't even know what that meant, it just sounded better than the current mindset. So I bought it, and as I stared at the scroll clueless of what I read, I felt his eyes gazing at my face. "What do you want?" I said with the thickest tone of disgust I could manage to put out. And I remember his voice, all cracked and out of breath as he said "Impossible" And then everything changed. My history was folded out in front of my eyes, and the stupid little bottle around my neck was no longer stupid, in fact, it was my only identity, I guess. My life burst with meaning, as I read the little bit of history that confirmed that I was not alone in this world, that I wasn't some odd outcast. I just wasn't one of them, I was different, and everything made better sense. "So that makes you the keeper", the old man said. His name was, or is Pond. Yep, the local Koguryrian librarian was the keeper of my family's history. "I can't say how the mechanisms work exactly, since I am not one of you. But I can only hope, and I have hoped for so long that such wonder, and tradition is revived once again." Much time has passed since then, and although much has changed, I have kept myself hidden for so long. Why? I guess I was afraid to really open my eyes, in fear that this was all just a lucent dream. I had been waiting for a revelation for so long that when it came to me; I lost myself again, trying to make sense of it all. But I am what I am, and I have to try. As many may know, fate has its ways of aiding those who are lost, the cogs of time are never severed, no matter how much time passes, we are still one. As the keeper, I have to search for others like myself, and glue the pieces together, in hopes that I can bring power to the seas of time once again. I have found the first one, well, I guess he found me. Bright smile, brighter than the skies- his name is Starcrossed, and as soon as our eyes met, we knew this was meant to be, we were much like the other. But still have so much to learn, to much to fix. I can only hope that I am strong enough to carry this out till the end. *signed* Ataxia Sung'Ngai |
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