A total eclipse of the tart.
Part III
They ran in the darkness, through the fields. Then they got up a little hill, and Jim heard a wolf’s howling. He looked around and when he pulled her to start running again he felt resistance, and looking back saw the girl panting. She was sweating. And she was smiling. For the first time in her existence, someone took a risk for her. She was not quite sure why was she so happy; her existence with the Sage was bearable, but now future seemed uncertain. Such is the happiness of freedom. She took Jim and embraced him. Softly she whispered in his ear “Thank you...” Jim held her and got lost in her eyes. Then her sight changed suddenly, shifting from joy to sorrow. “Please, don’t... I am so sorry... I-“.
The Sage had turned the fire out.
Jim’s rage was beyond reason. And indeed, he felt that being without her was an outrage that required vengeance, a vengeance equally shift and brutal. Then his perception changed, he looked back and zoomed his sight towards the sage’s cabin, like a camera with a hundred amplifications, he even pierced through the wall and saw him; miserable, full of envy, secretly in love with the shadow of his fire but always to proud to admit it even to himself, he saw the sage lonely, filled with a cynical self contempt provided by countless nights of sleepless slumber; hateful, corrupted to the very roots of his spirit. Then Jim understood the secret revealed to him when he jumped out the window; true enlightenment lies within one’s spirit, and the super-consciousness needs not be forced, for life itself is a single entity, and all that lives is a part of it. Like disease, the Sage and his kin corrupted this, but even that was part of cosmic nature, where the dilution of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ have no meaning.
Jim felt the terror of the Sage, and understood that he was now in a higher, purer state of mind, enlightened back into a beast. He was a wolf, a lion, a hawk; he was the avatar of wilderness, ready to take on the odds. He felt the mud in his pawns, the wind moving the grey hair that covered his body. His new perspective gave him an upper view of worldly matters. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. His life, his entire existence had a purpose, it was all he was ever meant to do, it was the reason he came to this plane, the reason he lived. Destroy the sage, destroy him in the name of life, destroy him in the name of freedom, destroy him in the name of love; that pure, radiant love the fire’s shadow embodied, destroy the sage, fulfil both your destinies. It meant standing his ground, in the name of all that is right and natural, in the name of every oppressed, wronged and forgotten creature ever, it represented the primal and fundamental struggle that drives it all. Consequence, fate. Reality and all the planes. He was created to destroy the sage, true; but the sage was created to be destroyed by him. It was as natural as day following night, and as unavoidable as the movement of the stars. Attack. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Attack.
He ran.
They ran in the darkness, through the fields. Then they got up a little hill, and Jim heard a wolf’s howling. He looked around and when he pulled her to start running again he felt resistance, and looking back saw the girl panting. She was sweating. And she was smiling. For the first time in her existence, someone took a risk for her. She was not quite sure why was she so happy; her existence with the Sage was bearable, but now future seemed uncertain. Such is the happiness of freedom. She took Jim and embraced him. Softly she whispered in his ear “Thank you...” Jim held her and got lost in her eyes. Then her sight changed suddenly, shifting from joy to sorrow. “Please, don’t... I am so sorry... I-“.
The Sage had turned the fire out.
Jim’s rage was beyond reason. And indeed, he felt that being without her was an outrage that required vengeance, a vengeance equally shift and brutal. Then his perception changed, he looked back and zoomed his sight towards the sage’s cabin, like a camera with a hundred amplifications, he even pierced through the wall and saw him; miserable, full of envy, secretly in love with the shadow of his fire but always to proud to admit it even to himself, he saw the sage lonely, filled with a cynical self contempt provided by countless nights of sleepless slumber; hateful, corrupted to the very roots of his spirit. Then Jim understood the secret revealed to him when he jumped out the window; true enlightenment lies within one’s spirit, and the super-consciousness needs not be forced, for life itself is a single entity, and all that lives is a part of it. Like disease, the Sage and his kin corrupted this, but even that was part of cosmic nature, where the dilution of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ have no meaning.
Jim felt the terror of the Sage, and understood that he was now in a higher, purer state of mind, enlightened back into a beast. He was a wolf, a lion, a hawk; he was the avatar of wilderness, ready to take on the odds. He felt the mud in his pawns, the wind moving the grey hair that covered his body. His new perspective gave him an upper view of worldly matters. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. His life, his entire existence had a purpose, it was all he was ever meant to do, it was the reason he came to this plane, the reason he lived. Destroy the sage, destroy him in the name of life, destroy him in the name of freedom, destroy him in the name of love; that pure, radiant love the fire’s shadow embodied, destroy the sage, fulfil both your destinies. It meant standing his ground, in the name of all that is right and natural, in the name of every oppressed, wronged and forgotten creature ever, it represented the primal and fundamental struggle that drives it all. Consequence, fate. Reality and all the planes. He was created to destroy the sage, true; but the sage was created to be destroyed by him. It was as natural as day following night, and as unavoidable as the movement of the stars. Attack. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Attack.
He ran.
End of Part III.
Tomorrow: Part IV (maybe the finale) or perhaps some news of my life. Who knows?
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