halloooooo! thelazyauthor here! I know it's been a while, but stuff happened and yeah. so, without further adoo, here's chapter four!
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> Quote:a pointillist picture is similar to a bond, they can only be understood from far away
sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I chose to simply stay in the abyss. It was likely that the world would be destroyed, but I wanted to cast aside my memory of my mother and what else happened on earth.
As I sat next to the pillar that was once a great man, I decided that it was time to move on from this abyss and seek a new life.
While thinking that, I tried one thing that I hadn't done since my sister died: sing. not just sing the lyrics of a song, but truly sing and pour my heart into the music.
Fa-tshe Le-tshu le-a ha la le la. Fa-tshe, Le-tshu le-a ha la le la....
Shadowland...
The leaves have fallen, this, shadowed land, this was our home.
now the river's dry, the ground has broken
so I must go, now I must go...
And where my journey may lead me, let your prayers be my guide
I cannot stay here, my family, but I'll remember my pride.
I have no choice
I will find my way.
Le-a ha la le la
Take this prayer
What lies out there
Le-a ha la le la
Fa-tshe, Le-so le-a ha la le la
Giza buyabo, Giza buyabo
I will return, I will return
Beso bo
giza buyabo I will return
Giza buyabo, oh giza buyabo
beso bo my people, beso bo
when I finished singing, I unfolded my legs from the position I had assumed. contrarily to popular belief, You can sing just as, if not better than you can standing sitting down, It just requires more practice, as such I loved to sing a song or two while falling asleep or meditating. However, since my mother had died I couldn't open my heart and pour it into the music. Something about this place healed the heart, not erasing the personality, but healing the wounds that someone received through emotional trauma.
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¨Such insight is not wrong, but it isn't correct either.¨ said a voice from somewhere off to my right.
¨Then what is the correct insight?¨ I asked, confident that he wouldn't have spoken if he meant me ill, and he was more powerful than me anyway, to read my thoughts.
¨what herb cures all ailments?¨ the voice responded, it seemed that this being liked to hide information in riddles. though I sensed that that wasn't it's real intention.
'an herb that cures all ailments... allspice? no, it's something else... oh! he is clever, but the riddle was to simple.' I thought at the later part of trying to decipher a riddle clearing my throat, I said ¨by the black raven's lock, and by this rhyme, why, the answer would be thyme.¨
*clap* *clap* *clap* ¨very good, it only took you one year to figure out, very well, you may now move on from this realm.¨
¨that's it?!¨ I asked, surprised at the simplicity of it all.
¨he, he, he.¨ the voice snickered ¨it is, if you can survive the transition.¨ the darkness became more oppressive, and heavy. It felt like the surrounding area was being drawn to me, or rather, my heart.
As the world drew in towards my heart, I felt rather than saw, three sets of eyes on me. Padding out of the gloom came a smaller version of the same creature I had seen earlier. The steady wing beats of another took my attention, and I found a small bird with beady eyes, that were at once intelligent and mysterious. Behind me I heard a light hissing as a reptile with scales even blacker than the void covering it's serpentine body.
slowly moving in a slowly tightening circle around me, they said as one ¨choose.¨
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The song lyrics sung by the M.C. are to the song shadowland from The Lion King musical.
plz comment, I hope that people will read my story and comment about things that are good and bad
also, which animal should he choose, I personally want the snake cause the abilities are interesting to work with, but I'll post a poll soon
on a further note, how do I get a poll to show up?