Into the Unknown- Part 3

How long was it that I was on the floor? I do not quite know, but I arose with a ravishing desire to go to my hill. It was the same hill I'd been to so often. I got up wondering what events had taken me here and where it was I would be going. The world was so uncertain now, nothing could be known for sure. My feet were on the ground, and my head was in the coulds, but it was not so and I hit the ground. "Again!?!", I yelled in my mind as I had been seriously sick of falling that day. I turned around on anger, seeking to see what form of trickery had made me fall. What I saw, instead, shocked my senses and rocked me to the core. Instead of a malevolent force seeking my downfall(quite literally), I saw a gleaming face with a glow that could move a mountain. Her golden blonde hair flowed down around her and sent tingles shooting down my spine. Her eyes were as blue as the sapphire sea under the sapphire sun, that burned with the flames of the Unseen, for indeed his glory was with her. Her eyes, quivering slightly, flickering pools of light upon me looked into my heart and soul, and perceived my every thought (It is funny how women can do that). Had all the roses of all the times gathered here, in comparison they would be found lacking to be in her presense, they to her as dust amongst diamond. The heavens above sent down a shaft of golden light that penetrated the deepest coulds which war had brought upon us. The light, so pure from above, illuminated her already awing face, and as an angel her beauty rose above the soaring skies. "It seems that you have fallen for me." her voice rang out. "It is obvious why it is so..." I responded, "for you lying there in the grass could have tripped up most anything." "Yes, more of because of me you fell." She replied. "And rightfully so." was all I could say. "I have lived here all my life and these storms have troubled me. Why must men satisfy their lust for blood? They march to the doom of the world with metal and wood, seeking to make their glory to rival the gods. The gods above cry out for them to stop, yet they ignorantly carry on to be baptized by blood. Silly men they are... silly boys. They are no more men than they are angels," she remarked. "God above, there is but one." I further replied. "Have you seen him?" She inquired. "Well...no, but his presense is everywhere. He lives across the asundering sea to the west that holds back his glory." "Then you admit that he withholds from us? If he loved us why would he do so?" "His glory would destroy us. What could we mere mortals, as ants to a master we are to him, do to bring glory to ourselves when he made us, shouldn't he instead get the glory? We do not deserve it, but if he were to give it to us it would surely destroy us. Our hearts, just to experience a bit of his glory, would burst open." "I'd rather have it burst than have it empty." "He is watching us, yet bides his time. There us a place, over the asundering sea where he abides in his glorious companies of angelic forces, a land where the sound of music and harps rings out forever. White suns rising over white shores, with naught but sapphire oceans below sapphire skies. "Well... that sounds nice" She replied. "Indeed, but here in the lands of mortals there are sights of beauty that could be said are sent from him above that show his glory." "Like what?" She asked. "Do you not know of what it is I speak?" "It seems that I don't know, doesn't it?" She snidly remarked. "I believe that there is more to your words, and your knowledge more than what you show. Tell me again, do you not know?" "It might be that you are right, but I will not tell." (How aggrivating it is for women to give you a hint of something then withdraw from the topic all together. Indeed they are masters of toying with our emotions and intellect, for they can always seem to stump us).Do you, dear reader, not know of what majestic beauty inhabits this frail world like regality amongst peasants? "I will see you later, I guess." She said. "I hope." I replied. She departed with a grace and poise unmatched by any mortal. The angels themselves stood in envy of her elegance. If all the gems of all the world with their luster gathered, gleaming like the fores that substained our world they would be overlooked rather to see her. "I hope." I said again to myself, for indeed it was true. Hope was all I had for her, pure and true. Enchanted, with my heart in my hand beating a new beat that never stopped until I died, I left. Before it beated in uncertainty and pain, now its pattern was changed to only beating for her. Indeed I was light of head and heart walking back to my house. What met me though would halt my step and mood as I saw what it was that was there. Once again, as it seems, the fence was the bearer of bad news. A shame not to be able to kill the messenger, but I couldn't (being that it was a fence.) Woe to those who bear bad news, for it seems that their life should be shortened.
"You are summoned to join your fellow troops to fight for the Imperial Army. You are to go to Shasalions by this time next week."
Signed, Samuel Smith
It seems thus, as I had feared, that I am summoned. How unfortunate as it was just time for tea. It seems though that tea will have to wait for I must depart(when would I drink tea again, only the fates know.) War is politics at their extremes but it should never have to go that far. Fighting is never an option, but alas! I am not a politician. To war I must go to sign away my life to causes kept secret. What shame it would be to be a politician, with all their fancy talk what do they ahcieve? With a sigh and dampening of my heart, I gathered enough provisions for a week's journey. With my pack on my back and my stick in my hand, I departed my house to lands unkown. Who would know if I'd ever see it again? One day, I hoped I would once again sit in the cool shade under the graven oak tree and listen to the brooks murmur on forevermore. Maybe again I wuld hear the clear, beautiful voice of the water brought to comfort me nce more. The clouds would disperse and I'd be left with nuaght but blue skies and white sun overhead. Breaking out of my imagination, I left my house, perhaps never to see its oaken doors again. As I left, the brook fell silent, naught but once to ever sing again. What I met on the road would change my life sooner than I thought.
Written by: Mr Penguin12
Edited by: Monk Basher
Coded by: HawaiiGopher