15min fic #24
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Title~ Live Forever
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ See that lj-cut? Everything behind it is mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 24. Mmm, death, such a fun topic =D
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The fallen king stood atop the cliff that overlooked his city, staring blankly out at the horizon that cut the full moon in half. A gust of warm, summer wind caught at his hair and clothes.
The last person who had lived during his reign had died a good three millennia ago, and yet he still stood, still left his footprints in the desert sand. He did not truly live, at least, not in the generally taken sense of the word—his heart had long since stopped beating, he didn’t eat, and he didn’t sleep—but neither was he dead.
A vague frown marred the otherwise blank face. Tsaythis believed that a dead person merely died. They were laid to rest in earth or sea, and there was nothing more to it. It was a simple view, but one that worked for them.
Llayans believed in reincarnation. Once a soul grew tired of a body, it moved on to another, more healthy and promising one. A slight smirk played on Yan’s lips at that thought. Not even the Llayans could explain the existence of snails. Instead they merely said they had no soul. Again, a simple view, but each to their own.
His own people… he paused mid-thought and corrected himself. Not his people anymore, merely Raykinians. A Raykinian soul went to live with the goddesses. It wasn’t a question of believing or not, that was simply what happened. Religions could throw their beliefs at him as much as they wished, but Yan was the only person in the kingdom who could confirm fact.
Kazinians were more complicated. When a person died, they were sent before the Kazinian gods, who then decided whether or not they should be permitted admittance into their realm. If they were declined, they were turned away, told to live a human life again until whatever business they had to finish was done.
The fallen king sighed heavily. Not for the first time, he could not help but think there was some truth also in the Kazinians’ theory, only somehow, Lin and Aeia had made a mistake, dropped him back in his own body.
The last remnants of the moon dipped below the horizon, and Yan dove off the cliff, catching his wide, black wings on the tugging summer breeze and winging back off into the desert. Somewhere in Raykin, or perhaps even over the border, there may be some task he had yet to complete before he were readmitted to the realm of the goddesses.
He shrugged, looping down into the gorge of the Ra-Lin. Of course, he could always choose to ‘live’ forever.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ See that lj-cut? Everything behind it is mine~
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 24. Mmm, death, such a fun topic =D
The fallen king stood atop the cliff that overlooked his city, staring blankly out at the horizon that cut the full moon in half. A gust of warm, summer wind caught at his hair and clothes.
The last person who had lived during his reign had died a good three millennia ago, and yet he still stood, still left his footprints in the desert sand. He did not truly live, at least, not in the generally taken sense of the word—his heart had long since stopped beating, he didn’t eat, and he didn’t sleep—but neither was he dead.
A vague frown marred the otherwise blank face. Tsaythis believed that a dead person merely died. They were laid to rest in earth or sea, and there was nothing more to it. It was a simple view, but one that worked for them.
Llayans believed in reincarnation. Once a soul grew tired of a body, it moved on to another, more healthy and promising one. A slight smirk played on Yan’s lips at that thought. Not even the Llayans could explain the existence of snails. Instead they merely said they had no soul. Again, a simple view, but each to their own.
His own people… he paused mid-thought and corrected himself. Not his people anymore, merely Raykinians. A Raykinian soul went to live with the goddesses. It wasn’t a question of believing or not, that was simply what happened. Religions could throw their beliefs at him as much as they wished, but Yan was the only person in the kingdom who could confirm fact.
Kazinians were more complicated. When a person died, they were sent before the Kazinian gods, who then decided whether or not they should be permitted admittance into their realm. If they were declined, they were turned away, told to live a human life again until whatever business they had to finish was done.
The fallen king sighed heavily. Not for the first time, he could not help but think there was some truth also in the Kazinians’ theory, only somehow, Lin and Aeia had made a mistake, dropped him back in his own body.
The last remnants of the moon dipped below the horizon, and Yan dove off the cliff, catching his wide, black wings on the tugging summer breeze and winging back off into the desert. Somewhere in Raykin, or perhaps even over the border, there may be some task he had yet to complete before he were readmitted to the realm of the goddesses.
He shrugged, looping down into the gorge of the Ra-Lin. Of course, he could always choose to ‘live’ forever.