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[PLUG] The Thin Line: Farewell to Elfhame
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It was not long after that, that my mother sickened. There was no point in sending her to one of the larger towns, since that would have been a journey of many days over rough terrain. The best that the herbalists could do was ease her pain in the final days.
Uncle and I built a small cairn on the hill that was the highest point on our land, overlooking one of the nearby rivers. After we finished, he walked away, head bowed, into the woods.
I never saw him again.
That was the point where I decided to join the Imperial Army. I knew of the fact that my family had long been in the Army, though it was never discussed. Looking back on it, when I think of those toys, it is amazing how many of them were ants, or battle- wagons, or spear-carriers.
I left by the Great Road, which was the only maintained road left in Elfhame by that time. I left at night, so as not to disturb the others, but as I passed by, I could hear some voices raised in slow song. The words were in an old dialect that I did not know, and I wonder if anyone knows outside of that little valley.
As my hooves started on the outskirts of the last, largest village, the lamps in the windows began to extinguish, slowly. In a few minutes, the village was dark.
I do not know if I can ever return to Elfhame. But have I ever left?
Westersloe Winterbough V and story ©
eocostello.
Art by
tegerio.
Please recommend "The Thin Line" for the Ursa Majors Award (Novel category)!
http://www.ursamajorawards.org/ReadList.htm
recommended[at]ursamajorawards.org
It was not long after that, that my mother sickened. There was no point in sending her to one of the larger towns, since that would have been a journey of many days over rough terrain. The best that the herbalists could do was ease her pain in the final days.
Uncle and I built a small cairn on the hill that was the highest point on our land, overlooking one of the nearby rivers. After we finished, he walked away, head bowed, into the woods.
I never saw him again.
That was the point where I decided to join the Imperial Army. I knew of the fact that my family had long been in the Army, though it was never discussed. Looking back on it, when I think of those toys, it is amazing how many of them were ants, or battle- wagons, or spear-carriers.
I left by the Great Road, which was the only maintained road left in Elfhame by that time. I left at night, so as not to disturb the others, but as I passed by, I could hear some voices raised in slow song. The words were in an old dialect that I did not know, and I wonder if anyone knows outside of that little valley.
As my hooves started on the outskirts of the last, largest village, the lamps in the windows began to extinguish, slowly. In a few minutes, the village was dark.
I do not know if I can ever return to Elfhame. But have I ever left?
Westersloe Winterbough V and story ©
eocostello.Art by
tegerio. Please recommend "The Thin Line" for the Ursa Majors Award (Novel category)!
http://www.ursamajorawards.org/ReadList.htm
recommended[at]ursamajorawards.org
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Cervine (Other)
Size 960 x 618px
File Size 71.8 kB
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He dreamed of a foreign city
A city with girls and games
He wanted to live differently
In another context
He dreamed on his pebbly path
‘I’ll leave tomorrow if I want
I’ve got the strength it takes to do it
And I’ll go and find something better.’
He wanted to find something better
Than his patch of land
Than his old tree twisted in the middle
Find something better than the soft evening light
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And the long line of his ancestors
The sun on the walls of dust
He wanted to find better than that
He went around the world
He even appealed to God
He went through all the love on earth
He didn’t find any better
He came across erstwhile kings
All draped in diamonds and fire
But in the castles of erstwhile kings
He didn’t find any better
He didn’t find any better
Than his patch of land
Than his old tree twisted in the middle
Any better than the soft evening light
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And the long line of his ancestors
The sun on the walls of dust
He didn’t find any better
He said, ‘I’m going back
I didn’t find what I wanted’
He said, ‘I’m going back’
He blinded his eyes
He blinded his eyes
On his patch of land
On his old tree twisted in the middle
On the reflections of the soft evening light
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And the long line of his forebears
On the sun on the walls of dust
He blinded his eyes (x3)
He dreamed of a foreign city
A city with girls and games
He wanted to live differently
In another context
He dreamed on his pebbly path
‘I’ll leave tomorrow if I want
I’ve got the strength it takes to do it
And I’ll go and find something better.’
He wanted to find something better
Than his patch of land
Than his old tree twisted in the middle
Find something better than the soft evening light
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And the long line of his ancestors
The sun on the walls of dust
He wanted to find better than that
He went around the world
He even appealed to God
He went through all the love on earth
He didn’t find any better
He came across erstwhile kings
All draped in diamonds and fire
But in the castles of erstwhile kings
He didn’t find any better
He didn’t find any better
Than his patch of land
Than his old tree twisted in the middle
Any better than the soft evening light
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And the long line of his ancestors
The sun on the walls of dust
He didn’t find any better
He said, ‘I’m going back
I didn’t find what I wanted’
He said, ‘I’m going back’
He blinded his eyes
He blinded his eyes
On his patch of land
On his old tree twisted in the middle
On the reflections of the soft evening light
By the fire
That used to warm his father
And the long line of his forebears
On the sun on the walls of dust
He blinded his eyes (x3)
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