Post by LΞCAVALIΞR on Dec 22, 2017 3:10:18 GMT
She stood there unsheathed...
A tiny twitch of the nostril encouraged upon her senses, firmly introducing her pungent smell of freshly spilled blood. There was a stale tinge of fecal matter mixed in the air as well—wise warriors and old proverbs foretold of fragile soldiers shitting themselves upon death. It was a gruesome ordeal.
Debris and various forms of weaponry lay strewn about the battle field. She had to step oh so very carefully in order not the cut herself. Broken swords with chipped blades, spears shattered into a hundred splinters, dented and depressed shields plastered with dimples.
The everlasting remnants of a hellacious battle.
She half expected to trip and stumble over a dead corpse as she traversed the decaying and pummeled terrain. Oddly enough, she didn’t happen upon a single dead body. Surprising. Shocking. Nevertheless, deep pools of crimson soaked in and stained the stained the earth. She nearly stepped in one by accident.
Her left arm was numb. A shooting pain crept up her spine with each move she made. A limp of her left leg plagued her as she trekked along. It slowed her down. It caused her to falter at times. But it also allowed her to step deliberately. She looked down at her hands after crossing another pile of wrecked weapons. They were stained the same color of crimson as the pools she’d seen. Those hands should have shaking like timid fawn based on what she’d seen, and yet, they were still. A layer of ash and soot was caked on her bare skin.
She would have killed for a mirror. Well, then again, she imagined she must have been a ghoulish mess. It was probably better if she pressed on.
But where was she going? Where was she pressing on to?
The last time she checked, she’d been reclining in the sweet groove her couch eating Cold Stone ice cream as Martin played on her 4K Ultra television. It was a mystery even to her just exactly how she’d been transported onto this appalling field…
And yet, didn’t long to go back.
She wasn’t disappointed or frightened or scared—for whatever reason, she felt content in a way. She felt comfortable.
She felt at home.
A gargantuan broadsword stood erected at far edge of the field. It was the only unbroken ornament in the entire place. In fact, it appeared to be quite pristine. She cautiously approached it.
“Grab me.”
A faint voice called out to her.
“Grab me.”
The voice became louder with each footstep.
“Grab me!”
The voice shouted as she finally stood in front of it. Reluctantly, she reached out her right hand. Her thin fingers gingerly wrapped around its massive handle. And as they did, felt a sense of peace. As that feeling washed over her, a breeze came in from the west and licked her face. Her state of serenity continued as the voice rang out once more.
“Many people attempt to walk this path, with hopes and dreams of ending up on this very battle field. They grapple with giants. They tussle with titans. Their success makes them haughty. It makes them self-righteous. They foolish look down from the pedestal and view you as weak, view you as beneath them.
“But look around! On this battlefield, you are the one that reigns supreme! You are the one that is left standing!
“Peace and stillness is but for a short period time. You shall pick me up and ride into battle once more, when the time is right. And there will be opposition, people who believe they are superior to you. And there shall be an inevitable clash. But you will be the one left standing!
“Remember that for the days to come.”
What felt like an electrical volt coursed through her body as the voice finished speaking. Try and hard as she may to stand, her knees gave out. Her body gave in as she slumped to the ground…
THUD
Nina LeCavalier slowly opened her eyes. An empty carton of Cold Stone ice cream sat atop her glass coffee table top. Her wife’s sleeping body lay in her lap. And she felt a gentle nuzzle of her left thigh. She must have startled her puppy Boobie Miles.
“Shit,” said said as she rubbed her eyes. The sight of the battle field was still on her mind. It must have been but a dream, albeit a vivid one. To be safe, Nina made sure to sniff the air for good measure—lilac and lavender filled her nose. She small sigh of relief escaped her mouth as she attempted to sit up just a bit.
“I’ve got to stop eating so late at night.”
A tiny twitch of the nostril encouraged upon her senses, firmly introducing her pungent smell of freshly spilled blood. There was a stale tinge of fecal matter mixed in the air as well—wise warriors and old proverbs foretold of fragile soldiers shitting themselves upon death. It was a gruesome ordeal.
Debris and various forms of weaponry lay strewn about the battle field. She had to step oh so very carefully in order not the cut herself. Broken swords with chipped blades, spears shattered into a hundred splinters, dented and depressed shields plastered with dimples.
The everlasting remnants of a hellacious battle.
She half expected to trip and stumble over a dead corpse as she traversed the decaying and pummeled terrain. Oddly enough, she didn’t happen upon a single dead body. Surprising. Shocking. Nevertheless, deep pools of crimson soaked in and stained the stained the earth. She nearly stepped in one by accident.
Her left arm was numb. A shooting pain crept up her spine with each move she made. A limp of her left leg plagued her as she trekked along. It slowed her down. It caused her to falter at times. But it also allowed her to step deliberately. She looked down at her hands after crossing another pile of wrecked weapons. They were stained the same color of crimson as the pools she’d seen. Those hands should have shaking like timid fawn based on what she’d seen, and yet, they were still. A layer of ash and soot was caked on her bare skin.
She would have killed for a mirror. Well, then again, she imagined she must have been a ghoulish mess. It was probably better if she pressed on.
But where was she going? Where was she pressing on to?
The last time she checked, she’d been reclining in the sweet groove her couch eating Cold Stone ice cream as Martin played on her 4K Ultra television. It was a mystery even to her just exactly how she’d been transported onto this appalling field…
And yet, didn’t long to go back.
She wasn’t disappointed or frightened or scared—for whatever reason, she felt content in a way. She felt comfortable.
She felt at home.
A gargantuan broadsword stood erected at far edge of the field. It was the only unbroken ornament in the entire place. In fact, it appeared to be quite pristine. She cautiously approached it.
“Grab me.”
A faint voice called out to her.
“Grab me.”
The voice became louder with each footstep.
“Grab me!”
The voice shouted as she finally stood in front of it. Reluctantly, she reached out her right hand. Her thin fingers gingerly wrapped around its massive handle. And as they did, felt a sense of peace. As that feeling washed over her, a breeze came in from the west and licked her face. Her state of serenity continued as the voice rang out once more.
“Many people attempt to walk this path, with hopes and dreams of ending up on this very battle field. They grapple with giants. They tussle with titans. Their success makes them haughty. It makes them self-righteous. They foolish look down from the pedestal and view you as weak, view you as beneath them.
“But look around! On this battlefield, you are the one that reigns supreme! You are the one that is left standing!
“Peace and stillness is but for a short period time. You shall pick me up and ride into battle once more, when the time is right. And there will be opposition, people who believe they are superior to you. And there shall be an inevitable clash. But you will be the one left standing!
“Remember that for the days to come.”
What felt like an electrical volt coursed through her body as the voice finished speaking. Try and hard as she may to stand, her knees gave out. Her body gave in as she slumped to the ground…
THUD
. . . . .
Nina LeCavalier slowly opened her eyes. An empty carton of Cold Stone ice cream sat atop her glass coffee table top. Her wife’s sleeping body lay in her lap. And she felt a gentle nuzzle of her left thigh. She must have startled her puppy Boobie Miles.
“Shit,” said said as she rubbed her eyes. The sight of the battle field was still on her mind. It must have been but a dream, albeit a vivid one. To be safe, Nina made sure to sniff the air for good measure—lilac and lavender filled her nose. She small sigh of relief escaped her mouth as she attempted to sit up just a bit.
“I’ve got to stop eating so late at night.”
Fin.
