Post by bhagavat on Nov 23, 2009 3:51:29 GMT -5
It was another day in a great life Pathan thought to himself. He ignored the ache in his heart though, a numb lack of feeling that often led to his over enjoyment of the pipe weed while relaxing on a bed of overstuffed pillows in his tent. He lived in the outskirts of Arabel in fair Cormyr. He had always lived here and had begun his studies in the arcane here as well. No real ambition marked his apprenticeship though and for the past few years he had enjoyed some fame among the common folk of Arabel and a few other cities in Cormyr, instead of any growth as a mage. It was a simple show where the employed bards showed more actual skill then he, but he was the star of the show, creating magical lights and simple illusions. In his own mind he was seen as a man of great talent and skill. To the rest of the world he was a traveling showman... and certainly not a man of power to be feared. This false idea of himself may have cost him his life.
The show went off without a hitch. The bards had played exceptionally well and Pathan had walked from the gathering feeling as big as a giant among them. He was something special he thought to himself. He actually was, but not for any of the reasons he had come to believe. He fell into his pillows and awaited the show manager to come and offer him praise for such a grand performance. The tent opening opened a small bit and someone peeked in.. looking as Pathan lay there.
She walked in like a dream. Quickly opening and closing the tent opening. Her dark hair and striking features were both dark and beautiful. She didn't say anything to Pathan at first... just stood there smiling at him in a coy Innocent and not so innocent way. She winked at him as she started to wiggle out of her dress. Pathan stared at the woman with his eyes bulging and mouth agape. A few graceful twists and the garment fell from her body leaving the beautiful naked form of sultry visitor for his enjoyment.
"Please my dear... come lay down." Pathan purred.
She smiled at him and slowly advanced toward him. As she grew nearer and nearer Pathan grew slightly confused. He thought he saw strange mist like forms of light swirling about her, but when he tried to focus on them they were gone. She advanced closer to him, going down to her knees and crawling closer... slowly... every so slowly. Pathan had been staring at her beautiful form, her breasts, her lips, her legs but when she was about to him he glanced into her eyes.
The eyes drew him into their depths. He noticed at moistness, like she had been crying. He fell into darkness, following those eyes. In the darkness was nothing at first... but then a weave of color grew from nothing, swirling about him. Next the sad face of a little girl came to his eyes. She was afraid but seeing him look at her found some hope. She opened her arms to him, her eyes glistening with tears. Pathan found he wanted to move to her.. to comfort her.. to help her feel safe, but he found he couldn't move. He put all his will into forcing himself closer to the poor young girl... and felt a slight shift forward... but then like a bent willow, snapped back where he had been. The young girl looked on at him, tears starting to form. Strange thoughts floated through his mind while he looked at her. "Leave it. She will ruin our fun." "She is weak... let her go, only the strong survive."
"Be at peace child", The voice echoed though his mind next... quiet... and strong at the same time.
Pathan awoke laying on his pillows. He was alone laying there and felt a sharp ache in his chest... in his heart. A tear came to his face as he say there feeling it and he knew this empty life wasn't meant for him. Gathering up what belongings he could take with him, he set out to find a new beginning. He would never look back.
The show went off without a hitch. The bards had played exceptionally well and Pathan had walked from the gathering feeling as big as a giant among them. He was something special he thought to himself. He actually was, but not for any of the reasons he had come to believe. He fell into his pillows and awaited the show manager to come and offer him praise for such a grand performance. The tent opening opened a small bit and someone peeked in.. looking as Pathan lay there.
She walked in like a dream. Quickly opening and closing the tent opening. Her dark hair and striking features were both dark and beautiful. She didn't say anything to Pathan at first... just stood there smiling at him in a coy Innocent and not so innocent way. She winked at him as she started to wiggle out of her dress. Pathan stared at the woman with his eyes bulging and mouth agape. A few graceful twists and the garment fell from her body leaving the beautiful naked form of sultry visitor for his enjoyment.
"Please my dear... come lay down." Pathan purred.
She smiled at him and slowly advanced toward him. As she grew nearer and nearer Pathan grew slightly confused. He thought he saw strange mist like forms of light swirling about her, but when he tried to focus on them they were gone. She advanced closer to him, going down to her knees and crawling closer... slowly... every so slowly. Pathan had been staring at her beautiful form, her breasts, her lips, her legs but when she was about to him he glanced into her eyes.
The eyes drew him into their depths. He noticed at moistness, like she had been crying. He fell into darkness, following those eyes. In the darkness was nothing at first... but then a weave of color grew from nothing, swirling about him. Next the sad face of a little girl came to his eyes. She was afraid but seeing him look at her found some hope. She opened her arms to him, her eyes glistening with tears. Pathan found he wanted to move to her.. to comfort her.. to help her feel safe, but he found he couldn't move. He put all his will into forcing himself closer to the poor young girl... and felt a slight shift forward... but then like a bent willow, snapped back where he had been. The young girl looked on at him, tears starting to form. Strange thoughts floated through his mind while he looked at her. "Leave it. She will ruin our fun." "She is weak... let her go, only the strong survive."
"Be at peace child", The voice echoed though his mind next... quiet... and strong at the same time.
Pathan awoke laying on his pillows. He was alone laying there and felt a sharp ache in his chest... in his heart. A tear came to his face as he say there feeling it and he knew this empty life wasn't meant for him. Gathering up what belongings he could take with him, he set out to find a new beginning. He would never look back.
