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Into Death; Perspective from the Great Famine.
Topic Started: Jul 26 2012, 10:01 PM (146 Views)
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Snow. I felt my face, the warmth had drained away long ago, I gently traced my face, feeling at my skull. Fragile sheets of frost crumbled and fell away from my cheekbones as I stroked them, and I looked down at my body. Dressed in rags, with a scrappy, over-sized my shoes were thin and useless, my feet burned against the unrelenting snow. I brushed my unkempt ebony hair out of my face and my emerald eyes fell to the ground.

Why did they do it...Mother...Father...why did they leave me here...my hands tightened in the fists. They couldn't take care of me...I was a burden...wasn't I...Wrapping my arms around my body, tears welled up and glimmered, slipping swiftly down my face, and blending into the snow...the cold and the humiliation stung my cheeks, I ducked my face. I was a peasant...a child...abandoned by their own parents...did I even deserve tears?
For some minutes, I maintained it, but suddenly, I fell into the snow, wailing.

"Why...why?!" I'd lost all faith in anything I'd once believed in, damned to wander these frozen wastelands...and die. I'd be another peasant, lost to famine and cold, tears stung me, the snow stung me, the air stung me, everything stung, agony welled up, knotting my dying innards...suddenly, I heard the sound of crunching, and looked up. A pale silver wolf, ragged and bulky, with shaggy, filthy fur and long muscles, yet malnourished, craving food. I struggled to rise from the snow, but I felt weary and my bones ached. Finally, I rose to my feet, but five other gray wolves had already emerged from the shadows and gloom of this God-forsaken forest.

The circled and advanced with utmost strategy, and I knew...'twas only a matter of time before my ultimate demise...and I'd be devoured by these beasts...they flung their claws deep into my flesh, drawing crimson blood, standing out brilliantly against the rest of my bony face, and sunk their teeth into my flesh...I shrieked and spat terrible curses, kicking and pounding my limbs into the snow, , leaving little droplets which sunk into the frost, they began to tear away my limbs...

My vision darkened into a deep tunnel, I could not climb out, and the darkness was closing in swiftly, crushing my fragile body, but I felt nothing, as I lay motionless, missing two limbs, wolves closed in, preparing for the feast they'd lu.sted for so long...and it all ended.

I was stained in blood, my right leg and left arm were viciously torn away, tears and dried blood stained my pale face and rags, wolves began tearing into me unceremoniously, discarding the bones into the snow...how gruesome...I suddenly realized with a start...I was watching myself from he outside. I looked down at myself. Transparent, trembling hands, I felt my face, smoother than human skin, my hand slipped through it. I looked at myself, wistfully. "I am nothing but a Spirit...damned to wander...just like I thought. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Cloaked in black, holding a twisting, old scythe. "Art thou...Death?" I pondered wearily, looking up at the figure. "A mere servant, assigned to take the Souls of Deceased to Purgatory." the servant offered its bony hand to me and I took it. Together, we walked through the flurry of snowflakes, away...

(Based off the events of the Great Famine, from the perspective of a child whose parents abandoned her for their own sake.)
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Which Great Famine? There are several.
"History always repeats its self. It just gets more destructive each time." - Colonel Jason Marlek
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The one in the 1300s in Europe.
...Did you at all like it?
I love Pokemon, I can be a little obsessive so please try to be patient, but I also love fantasy and history.
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Yeah it's cool. You could expand it to other people's perspective, like people who were better off.
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I can reflect more on her later afterlife, I do have an epilogue, but I don't know exactly what you mean.
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I mean like to Nobles and their perspective on their peons. Maybe a raid by bandits to secure food from a already struggling village.
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ummm, Ditzy Dani?
Good! I like the story. I have a one post story coming up
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Ah, I may do that.
(This was from ROBLOX, I had to moderate it.)
Epilogue

I was in the traditional Re.aper Attire, a simply black cloak and hood, holding a large scythe. I stroked the scythe, it looked a bit large in my small hands, and slung it over my shoulder. I stood and saw Hiruz, the German R.eaper who'd collected my soul about three years ago. He handed me a scroll. "Here are the souls we need for the day, once you get them come back for more.

I flicked away the seal, and looked over the list, Aye, Maura, Iginio...I stopped, my green eyes narrowed a bit at the names. A couple, ma.rried. I recognized the name. "I shall, Hiruz." I assured him and slid the scroll into my cloak, walking away. I stepped into a town, nobody noticed me, being a Reap.er, I could keep quiet, even with the scythe. The streets were fi.lthy, peasants and paupers crowded together, begging for food from a few young haug.hty nob.lemen, I stuck out my tongue in di.sgust, these Mortals were still recovering from the "Great F.amine", as they called it. I pitied the poor souls.

There it was. A little narrow alleyway was winding deep, away from the daylight I slipped through and saw the bodies. A man and a woman, strip.ped of their clothes, all but some shredded rags covered them remained, the stench was horrible, their bodies were mut.ilated, almost beyond recognition. Almost...I hac.ked into them in one swift blow, the scythe passed through them, but when I pulled it out, two flames danced around the silvery blade and I h.acked it into the ground.

The flames formed into the two figures now in perfect condition, the woman had black flowing hair, emerald eyes, the man had dark hair as well and brown eyes. I let them stand and looked at their bo.ies with h.orror, "What is this..." I remembered the reaction, almost everyone had it, except some sui.cidal people. "You're d.ead, looks like a mu.gging due to the inju.ries, you were left in an alleyway, your clothes torn to shreds. They regarded me with horror. "What is that De.mon..." the man said, hor.rified. I looked up at them and smiled coldly. "Thou cannot remember thee?" they stared up at me. "Art you..." I nodded.

"Thou aband.oned thee, November 25, 1315 A.D., a man and woman left their children in the forest, where they scattered and lost each other, one ran away, to be sla.in by wolves...became a Rea.per later, cu.rsed to collect so.uls for eternity. Claimed to be a cu.rse, really not that awful, and far better than the chills of winter." They looked away, asha.med. "It's alright, thee understands, others did it, thou thought they could as well." I spread my hand out, taking their hands, and walked away with them.

Eventually we exited the city, and I sliced the air with the sc.ythe, a hole opened in midair, rippling and wavering. "This is a direct portal to Pur.gatory...where D.eath will choose your fat.e." Suddenly, the woman asked, "Child...what happened to thou...how did thou end up the way thou art?" I regarded them with the most neutral expression. "Children art so .pure, inno.cent, yet thee could not forgive thou for the de.eds thou has commi.tted. Thee will be able to leave...eventually...rest." my face hard.ened, showing the angular features I'd developed. "Go." they stared back, pathetically, and entered the portal. It closed...I was alone again. A single drop rolled down my cheek and to the tip of my chin. I wiped it away and stood in silence for a long moment, then smiled wryly. "Thee cannot waste time." I said, and left, to collect the other souls...
Edited by JirachitheGreat, Jul 31 2012, 12:23 PM.
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