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Conflict Paused

Posted on March 28, 2007
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“There is a saying my son…about light, darkness and man. I am not wise enough to repeat it without making a mess of its meaning. For there are words and there is meaning. If one were only capable of understanding the words, as I was, one has failed. Seek meaning and all else will be revealed.”

He was my father and we were standing atop a mountain as he said those words to me. All I remember thinking at the time was that we were too heavy for that outcropping of rock. I could see ourselves crashing down the mountain side to the rocks below until we lay atop jagged rocks with the water lapping against our broken limbs, washing our blood away into the ocean.

That was the difference between my father and me. He saw triumph in every tragedy, I saw loss in every victory.

We had made battle upon another faction of the Throngs last night and it pains me greatly to tell you dear Mother that it appears we have lost another tenth of our force. This makes it the third tenth of the original force we had led into battle. Our force battled valiantly and it is not wrong to say that every one who gave life and every one whose blood was spilt made you proud. Dispatching the dead took the better part of the night and Father didn’t once falter through the long time sects. He marshaled resources for the preparation of meals and allocated resources for shelter construction.

I expected him to blink at least once dear Mother, perhaps even demand a finite time sect’s rest but he did not waver from his duties, not once, not at all. He even found strength to pair the forces up for carnal pleasure before day’s break rendered all spiritless from lack of release. It is happening now dear Mother, the battle orgy that sates us and refines our senses and I would have you know that Father has done us proud yet again.

I can hear them, and I eagerly await the day that I may join them. I fear that our numbers will have been depleted so much by the arrival of my age to enter into carnal release that I may be forced to take a partner from our own. I know dear Mother that it keeps us sharp but am I wrong for seeking pleasure as well and knowing that I cannot properly conceive to achieve pleasurable release betwixt the flanks of one of my own?

I recognize that these are but musings for another time when peace is closer at hand and battle is no longer our sole purpose. Father is returning from his own sojourn and I should hasten to assure you that his companion was no shame to your beauty. I am confident that Father will lead us on to another glorious day upon the battlefield come morrow.

For now we must rest. The feathers of my messenger flutter restlessly and I understand I must end this missive now. But know this dear Mother in the dying words of my soon-to-take-flight communiqué that father and I are well. He has fought bravely and defeated many and I have honoured my own duties to watching armour and weapon with diligence and pride.

I have taken my lessons well and soon a moment will arrive from where I shall begin my own journey as a warrior, or protector of the peace. Either way dear Mother I will make you proud.

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