Feraline

Epilogue

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | mini-story

There were three of them in that room. All of them were silent. All of them were staring at him. He knew none of them. He was nervous because he wanted to succeed where everyone else had failed. He was young but he had strong dreams. He wanted to be the pioneer, the one who would reach the breaking point in this situation a situation that had confused and caused failure in everyone else, even those greater and more learned than him.

“It ends too quickly for some, and too late for others; it takes too long for us to learn what we need to learn, and by the time we have, everything is messed up!” The first to speak was a soft spoken woman, probably in her early thirties, and he immediately named her Juliana in his mind. That was bad, he must have thought of a way to keep the voices disguised too. But it was too late for that now.

“There’s no turning back. You can’t change anything!” He felt like he liked her. That was bad too. He shouldn’t have felt that.

“The worst thing is human nature. Our inability to feel satisfaction with anything, our starvation for power and our natural instincts to lie, kick, scream, manipulate and kill. Deep inside, we are all animals.” The second one had a voice like broken glass. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old. Carri, he thought. Such a sunny, cheery name but such a broken voice. He felt an odd longing to put his arms around her, hug her and hold her tight and safe, a tug in his heart that he couldn’t control. The third bad sign. He wondered if he should stop, but something, perhaps his vanity made him continue. So sure he was of his control. Until the last one spoke.

The last one to speak had a voice that was indescribable. He couldn’t even begin to fathom the age of the speaker, lest the gender, the mood. It had the slight tenor of masculinity, wrapped in sonorous femininity that was regular in both the dazzling slightly androgynous men and fervently sultry women. It was utterly and completely blank, characterless, void of both emotion and expression. And yet, in his mind, he was sure it was a woman.

He was at a complete loss of what to call her.

“The worst thing about life… is that we can’t choose how it begins. We are thrust out of the womb of a stranger whom we grow to love, because she thrust us out. We are thrust into a society we grow up in. We are thrust into religions, into a bunch of beliefs that we are told are right. We cannot choose, not how we are born, not where we are born, not whom we are born to. And if the beginning of life itself is soiled, is predestined, how can we be content with anything that follows?”

Her words weren’t any more powerful or true than anything else spoken by the preceding two, who were suddenly so utterly unimportant. But the absolute truth that rang in her voice was so distinctive that he felt his heart break and he asked himself, why cannot he choose his birth? It was his life, but this very first, very important right has never been his.

He wanted to worship this Goddess sitting before him. This Goddess with the powerful voice. He wanted to see her face, kiss her palms and lie weeping at her feet. She deserved no less, he was sure.

“You see, this… unnecessary control I have over you people is what got me here in the first place,” There was laughter in her voice. He felt good because she was laughing. Everything was right.

“Goddess…” He whispered.

“You think so?” She asked, her voice going throaty, sultry, full of sparkling feminine wiles. “What would you do for me then, good sir?”

“Anything. Anything you desire in your heart, my Goddess!” He gasped out because he longed, oh how he longed to touch her, to feel her silky skin.

“You think I am a Goddess?” She asked.

“In every aspect of the word!” He replied breathlessly, hoping to please her with his pretty words. Pleased enough to smile at him, show him her face and enchanting smile.

“Then build me a Heaven to reside in!” She laughed again. He fell sobbing at her feet, unable to touch her through the thick glass, and felt his heart break at that inability as he cried out ‘Yes, yes, with every breath in my body, yes, I will build you a heaven my Goddess!’

To be continued…?

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