Dreamers' Prayer: Prologue 1a/?
Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2003 11:10 am
AN: The language of this prologue and its sister part is meant to be somewhat poetic and have a rhythm to it? almost as if enchanted. The rest of the story probably won?t be written in this same style, and when you reach the end of this prologue you?ll understand why I wrote it in this way.
Now that that?s out of the way, on with the fic!
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing? darn it!
Introduction: Genesis
?From the mind of man, a most forsaken human tool, there originates many thoughts and realms of understanding, a labyrinth of abandoned lusts and withered hopes that stalks the mortal world as dim. For upon the tangible planes of reality no dream can dare remain, if not put to shame by the logic of the day. It is revised, changed? and then forgotten ever still, for fantasy cannot thrive where rationale once stood.
?Yet even still a world of dreams does live, a fantasia where once only emptiness resided: both Father Darkness and Mother Vast held each other there. And in this space where only dusk begat shadows did these two entities once mate, siring only more abyss as in their love they did abate such lonely times.
?But this Mother Vast would not be pleased with only Darkness as her lover, and so out of surrender she cried a single tear in that darkened stead: the first star amidst that dismal place her tear had then borne.
?So with this fondling daughter the Darkness mated, and from this pentangle?s womb was born a family as scintillant as she, a litter of twin stars soon christened ?Gemini?--the primary constellation in that former eve. And in this way so was bred many such stars, each heir to Vast and Darkness?s throne.
?But soon these lucent mantles yearned for children of their own loins; thus in their light they cast a world of dreams and beauty to behold, a realm of creatures as brilliant as their parents? light as old: the race of the Pegasus?a slave from the starlight bred. Beings so pale with hair as fair, a warrior kin meant only to protect their mother stars. A people as distant as these parent luminaries, breed that only allied with themselves for that common mission. For otherwise they waged war upon which they met or remained detached from all other life they sought. Cold as the heavens and remote as their bearer stars.
?But still these pentangles did love their hostile children, and to show such favor they crowned each Pegasus babe with a pinion of their very flames? Horns so fashioned, bathed in the glow of starlight and golden as the fire kissing those stars themselves. A special blessing for their infants rare, heirs to the throne of light itself.
?Mother Vast was lonely then, for her children had indeed forgotten her and sired progeny of their own. And from this sorrow she birthed the petulant moon?the very essence of her wounded heart. A daughter not only swathed in warm?d light, but who also cast shadows on her face to mar it so: a dark and lucid side it both possessed. The beautiful white moon was the mirror of abysmal love, yet blackened cheek a manifest of the Mother?s hatred for her first brood that left her long ago.
?And still the lunar candle could not be faithful kith, for this sister of the stars too bore her own race: a gentle children more fair than luminaries? youth, beauty their lover as the silver circle kissed their softened skin. Upon their foreheads this mild sect did bear their mother?s mark, the reflection of her own temperament as fleeting: a glowing circle that tracked the phases of the moon herself, whether in gibbous, crescent, full? waxing or waning. This radiant symbol thus did shear darkness. A voice they possessed, a song that when on their lips could seduce even the coldest creatures, sweet aria of the Sirens to lure their prey in love. Vibrato pure, never used to corrupt the enchanted. For they were warm and benign, this pacifistic race, so disparate from their distant, star-bred cousins.
?This people, as well, had both male and female kind upon the illumined plane; sexual relations could they have and conceive labored babes-- Where luminary kin held only masculine creatures in their line. For each night a new star was born in the midnight hour it sired an infant Pegasus besides. So procreation these mythical men could not attempt, such beings that could alter into wing?d stallions when the time so called and they desired, for because they were once remote to fellow tribes these beings were denied the very means of flesh?s intimacy. They were castrated men from conception, yet male appearance and heart did they still possess? so they were men, reconciled as accepted truth of that world. As even these maternal pentangles did say that baby boys they?d borne?but left sterile as a reminder of their dependence on their mother blazes.
?To have an heir only by their light.
?But Father Darkness and his wife so Vast were haunted by the betrayal of their radiant children, and so from this bitter resentment there arose a new breed of pettiness and guile. Wicked offspring of man?s dreams, ?nightmares? more aptly called, harboring the fear and malice of humanity, the very darkness in man?s soul that first sired the parental abyss in his mind. Their ears were pointed and overly grand, those of these tainted creatures, sensitive to the screams of younger humans as their spells fed on infants? fears. Even beyond the expanse of this realm of fantasy and into mortal reality could these demons hear such wailing. Their eyes were dark, skin so gray, horrid, ugly creatures ruled by a desperate king: the true enmity and embodiment of Father Darkness.
?He sought vengeance against the two illuminant bodies and their progeny for their traitorous desertion of the primary ancestors. And so he tormented the once beautiful world of light, only staved by the strength of the Pegasus and seduction of the Selenians,* as the moon race soon was deemed.
?So for millennia the terrain of light and dark in this capricious universe did battle, a war sufficed until the prophecy was bared:
?Young Pegasus and dear Selenian will shine as one, limiting darkness as this princess of a world in whim and the soldier that protects her engage evil with the kiss of unity?brush of lips that shall forever scar them. Fates entwined and bodies too, eternal love a blinded sheath? and another race beheld in grief.?
It is this that I read from the sacred book as it has been recorded, sheaves recounting quite vividly this world's mystical history and fables. I, Doctor Jay, keeper of the library of this realm and teller of this tale?
*Selenian originates from Selene, one of the faces/names of the goddess of the moon in mythology (Greek and/or Roman).
AN: If you guys didn?t quite understand the drivel in the prophecy completely, then don?t worry? it will become clear as the story develops. Thanks!
Now that that?s out of the way, on with the fic!
Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing? darn it!
Introduction: Genesis
?From the mind of man, a most forsaken human tool, there originates many thoughts and realms of understanding, a labyrinth of abandoned lusts and withered hopes that stalks the mortal world as dim. For upon the tangible planes of reality no dream can dare remain, if not put to shame by the logic of the day. It is revised, changed? and then forgotten ever still, for fantasy cannot thrive where rationale once stood.
?Yet even still a world of dreams does live, a fantasia where once only emptiness resided: both Father Darkness and Mother Vast held each other there. And in this space where only dusk begat shadows did these two entities once mate, siring only more abyss as in their love they did abate such lonely times.
?But this Mother Vast would not be pleased with only Darkness as her lover, and so out of surrender she cried a single tear in that darkened stead: the first star amidst that dismal place her tear had then borne.
?So with this fondling daughter the Darkness mated, and from this pentangle?s womb was born a family as scintillant as she, a litter of twin stars soon christened ?Gemini?--the primary constellation in that former eve. And in this way so was bred many such stars, each heir to Vast and Darkness?s throne.
?But soon these lucent mantles yearned for children of their own loins; thus in their light they cast a world of dreams and beauty to behold, a realm of creatures as brilliant as their parents? light as old: the race of the Pegasus?a slave from the starlight bred. Beings so pale with hair as fair, a warrior kin meant only to protect their mother stars. A people as distant as these parent luminaries, breed that only allied with themselves for that common mission. For otherwise they waged war upon which they met or remained detached from all other life they sought. Cold as the heavens and remote as their bearer stars.
?But still these pentangles did love their hostile children, and to show such favor they crowned each Pegasus babe with a pinion of their very flames? Horns so fashioned, bathed in the glow of starlight and golden as the fire kissing those stars themselves. A special blessing for their infants rare, heirs to the throne of light itself.
?Mother Vast was lonely then, for her children had indeed forgotten her and sired progeny of their own. And from this sorrow she birthed the petulant moon?the very essence of her wounded heart. A daughter not only swathed in warm?d light, but who also cast shadows on her face to mar it so: a dark and lucid side it both possessed. The beautiful white moon was the mirror of abysmal love, yet blackened cheek a manifest of the Mother?s hatred for her first brood that left her long ago.
?And still the lunar candle could not be faithful kith, for this sister of the stars too bore her own race: a gentle children more fair than luminaries? youth, beauty their lover as the silver circle kissed their softened skin. Upon their foreheads this mild sect did bear their mother?s mark, the reflection of her own temperament as fleeting: a glowing circle that tracked the phases of the moon herself, whether in gibbous, crescent, full? waxing or waning. This radiant symbol thus did shear darkness. A voice they possessed, a song that when on their lips could seduce even the coldest creatures, sweet aria of the Sirens to lure their prey in love. Vibrato pure, never used to corrupt the enchanted. For they were warm and benign, this pacifistic race, so disparate from their distant, star-bred cousins.
?This people, as well, had both male and female kind upon the illumined plane; sexual relations could they have and conceive labored babes-- Where luminary kin held only masculine creatures in their line. For each night a new star was born in the midnight hour it sired an infant Pegasus besides. So procreation these mythical men could not attempt, such beings that could alter into wing?d stallions when the time so called and they desired, for because they were once remote to fellow tribes these beings were denied the very means of flesh?s intimacy. They were castrated men from conception, yet male appearance and heart did they still possess? so they were men, reconciled as accepted truth of that world. As even these maternal pentangles did say that baby boys they?d borne?but left sterile as a reminder of their dependence on their mother blazes.
?To have an heir only by their light.
?But Father Darkness and his wife so Vast were haunted by the betrayal of their radiant children, and so from this bitter resentment there arose a new breed of pettiness and guile. Wicked offspring of man?s dreams, ?nightmares? more aptly called, harboring the fear and malice of humanity, the very darkness in man?s soul that first sired the parental abyss in his mind. Their ears were pointed and overly grand, those of these tainted creatures, sensitive to the screams of younger humans as their spells fed on infants? fears. Even beyond the expanse of this realm of fantasy and into mortal reality could these demons hear such wailing. Their eyes were dark, skin so gray, horrid, ugly creatures ruled by a desperate king: the true enmity and embodiment of Father Darkness.
?He sought vengeance against the two illuminant bodies and their progeny for their traitorous desertion of the primary ancestors. And so he tormented the once beautiful world of light, only staved by the strength of the Pegasus and seduction of the Selenians,* as the moon race soon was deemed.
?So for millennia the terrain of light and dark in this capricious universe did battle, a war sufficed until the prophecy was bared:
?Young Pegasus and dear Selenian will shine as one, limiting darkness as this princess of a world in whim and the soldier that protects her engage evil with the kiss of unity?brush of lips that shall forever scar them. Fates entwined and bodies too, eternal love a blinded sheath? and another race beheld in grief.?
It is this that I read from the sacred book as it has been recorded, sheaves recounting quite vividly this world's mystical history and fables. I, Doctor Jay, keeper of the library of this realm and teller of this tale?
*Selenian originates from Selene, one of the faces/names of the goddess of the moon in mythology (Greek and/or Roman).
AN: If you guys didn?t quite understand the drivel in the prophecy completely, then don?t worry? it will become clear as the story develops. Thanks!
Ooh... So good!! I love how you're so eloquent!!
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