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Mankind as it stands from its very primordial foundations within his bones... |
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Mankind as it stands from its very primordial foundations within his bones on the precipice of time walked with eddying and driving urge. There was a cornerstone to the walk that faced man with himself, on his walk he traversed the earth. The search was never complete for when he found he had known himself, he died and his walk went to Heaven. Those he left behind were his sons and they were passed the walk wherewith, they were wise and they too did as their father did. Only when man allowed his feet to have grass grown around them did man sin. Man was made to traverse. From the extraordinary cold to the lowlands then into the vast clutch of the desert to the rocky crags then within the fertile crescent of the moon shaped forests was the pitiful band of those life had been forgotten. It was a butcher among them that sat upon the snows and proclaimed aloud that he had found salvation in the night, the hidden river of ice that would lead them North into the reaches of the tribal peoples of Archelas. His comrades would follow him, not because he was right but because he possessed the one iota of representative life that they believed they had lost. And among them was a jailor who had too much compassion about him, he had allowed the decent man to pass the Oromedon Barges without sounding alarm, then with a cold gust of wind thick upon his brow was discontent to settle just letting them walk free, so he too joined the walk. Beyond the jailor was a registered safety servant who had bore his bandages with earnest for many years before his skills were put to use by the Okuli people who were known to take captives, especially from among the rare nomads that passed that way. The servant was among those captured and conscripted into the service of the local Shamans who found that only he could truly have much success at making most of their ancient medicines valid. Then of course there was a NoMan, an outcast who could no more speak of his own fate than anyone would dare ask him, for his tongue had been removed. He had escaped with the others simply because he bore a striking resemblance to the Jailor's late brother and he would not leave without him and though he couldn’t speak with words it was well known among the small band that his humor was sorely intact and he jested in his own way and a way that resounded endearingly with all present, even during and after his death. The girl was different, she was an oddity, believing herself to be a boy and presenting herself as much her gender had to be a mystery up until the grueling success of the desert walk wherewith seeing a mirage of water rises exploding from the ground she stripped naked and flung herself into them and thus became exposed. For a time she was also all together shunned, until near death the small band of men took pity on her and submerged her in a well for a time, then drawing her back up and seeing her to be alive brought about a rebirth of endearing for her, the likes of which none of them expected, least of all the girl, and thus she travelled with them of sound mind and with contributions of artwork, oftentimes in fiction of fantasy of her own comrades sketched in brilliant poses of mass, of fertility and gruesome battle prowess or lingering home memories as their backdrop; no matter how exaggerated these seemed to have been carried with them a treasured compulsion to entrust theirselves to loving her as an invaluable companion and loving sister til the end. So it was, a butcher, a jailor, his brother by resemblance only, a servant, a noman, a girl and of course the foreigner who will speak for himself in later pages without a doubt. |
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