Post by jiminiminy on Jun 2, 2008 16:23:28 GMT -5
Ground that was not ground, trees that were not trees. Thus was the result of Mankind's intrusion. Once they had passed through the remainder of the Chamoru Plains, Siscarm almost found himself missing the lush area. The wastes were covered with soot and ash, giving the dirt the appearance of stone, and the chemicals had poisoned the soil, leaving a sickly stench in the air that had caused Siscarm to double over in a fit twice already.
The worst part of the traveling was that he could still remember the beauty the land once held, almost a decade ago. The once plentiful and strong trees that stood as tightly packed as a mountain, guarding the lands within had been swept away. The beautiful flowers and lakes were gone, replaced by the stone ground and a bubbling spring that emitted a ghastly stench, which they had passed a few minutes ago.
The fruit of the world had become rotten with the blight of man.
Still, Siscarm was almost suprised at how well his companion was holding up. She'd trotted along beside him for the most part, every so often stopping to inquire him about something that he'd be glad to tell. He'd almost grown fond of her presence, as if she were his pupil or young child. It saddened him that such an innocent mind had been plagued by amnesia. Not much reciently had been too uplifting for him.
He'd been thinking about a few things, mostly about the past. Wondering what had happened, what was happening now, and what would have happened if something had been different. He thought about his birth, his siblings, his parents, his travels, his mate (Which nearly made him cry), his children, his choices, then the future. All of the time, he was deep in silence, only ever breaking his thought to answer one of the young femme's questions. But eventually it got tiring, and all of his mind became set on simply putting one foot in front of the other.
Then he looked up, and saw the monuments of man. Perhaps four or five hundred meters above him was the first, a small shack, but another kilometer away the remains of once towering structures, taller than mountains, sat, throwing away the time they had left. They were magestic, powerful, and symbolized the death that the steel husks had brought.
Something in his mind clicked. If the word had triggered a flashback that lasted several minutes, the appearence would be catastrophic. It was. His mind simply stopped, beginning to reboot in flashback mode, and he only managed to say one thing.
"We are here."
Then he collapsed into the murky dust, as his mind began to paint a new reality for him to live in. His eyes went dark, and he simply lay, letting his mind leave him...
The worst part of the traveling was that he could still remember the beauty the land once held, almost a decade ago. The once plentiful and strong trees that stood as tightly packed as a mountain, guarding the lands within had been swept away. The beautiful flowers and lakes were gone, replaced by the stone ground and a bubbling spring that emitted a ghastly stench, which they had passed a few minutes ago.
The fruit of the world had become rotten with the blight of man.
Still, Siscarm was almost suprised at how well his companion was holding up. She'd trotted along beside him for the most part, every so often stopping to inquire him about something that he'd be glad to tell. He'd almost grown fond of her presence, as if she were his pupil or young child. It saddened him that such an innocent mind had been plagued by amnesia. Not much reciently had been too uplifting for him.
He'd been thinking about a few things, mostly about the past. Wondering what had happened, what was happening now, and what would have happened if something had been different. He thought about his birth, his siblings, his parents, his travels, his mate (Which nearly made him cry), his children, his choices, then the future. All of the time, he was deep in silence, only ever breaking his thought to answer one of the young femme's questions. But eventually it got tiring, and all of his mind became set on simply putting one foot in front of the other.
Then he looked up, and saw the monuments of man. Perhaps four or five hundred meters above him was the first, a small shack, but another kilometer away the remains of once towering structures, taller than mountains, sat, throwing away the time they had left. They were magestic, powerful, and symbolized the death that the steel husks had brought.
Something in his mind clicked. If the word had triggered a flashback that lasted several minutes, the appearence would be catastrophic. It was. His mind simply stopped, beginning to reboot in flashback mode, and he only managed to say one thing.
"We are here."
Then he collapsed into the murky dust, as his mind began to paint a new reality for him to live in. His eyes went dark, and he simply lay, letting his mind leave him...