The land of r*pe and honey

[Sundai]

The young dust dweller walked in front of her. Burnt sienna locks of hair restlessly stirring with the gentle winds. It reminded Sundai of herself as a young girl. The large rock corpses pushed precariously off the ledges of her lands... and the victims of the rock monsters pushed with them. Her brothers, sisters, her tribe, the unfamiliar dead, and her fallen father all delivered into the blue skies of eternal serenity.

The face of the girl burned into her vision like a twinkling star, so close it felt as if one could touch it, yet so distant it was implausible that it could be anything real; and the faces of her past, her father... she couldn't remember the details. What color were his eyes? His face a blur in the darkened twists of her subdued memories.

She remembered holding his hand and walking with him, carefully manuevering around sharp small pebbles that hurt her feet. Feeling the gentle sand cushion her soles and erupt between her toes, tickling them. She almost smiled remembering... but his face, why couldn't she remember? Would the dim blue skies embrace her too or would she fall into the spirit of darkness? Why couldn't she remember the details of the childhood she longed to return to. Why couldn't she remember the details from a time when innocence rested it's head on her strong shoulders?

And the spirits stirred, restless demons of spite which wrought woe upon any hope or happiness which she sheltered; bending and relenting quietly like a tree in a storm, fighting every second not to be subdued and destroyed. She couldn't resist them, the storm, the darkness, her spirit lovers... but what would her father have said? She could almost hear his voice, but it was lost in the darkness that engulfed and protected her; and JAME, the vision protuding into her memories, a white haired man, a stranger talking to her, stroking her cheek, a garden perhaps...

And her father, the ghost of her past obfuscated in a veil she could not gaze through. A memory departed and defeated by the obscure.

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
-Sir Walter Scott

The memories, foolish distractions charged by those who ra.pe and defile her lands. "Yes", she answered to the relentless voices that guided and tormented her; "They shall all perish." she answered as the young girl wisely ignored her and walked past into a nearby store.

Sundai walked to the machine and pressed the button, her physical self shifting into a blue triangle, a manifest of the defilers magics, "They shall all perish..." she sneered quietly.

((Ra.pe - To plunder or pillage.
[Middle English, from rapen, from Old French raper, to abduct, from Latin rapere, to seize. See rep- in Indo-European Roots.]
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition

stupid censors ))

[Katrien]

((Very intriguing. I enjoyed this. ))

[Nevver]

((Very cool!

PS: Ministry rocks! ))