Epic Fantacea #7 Begin Waking  

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3/27/2006 11:27 pm

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Epic Fantacea #7 Begin Waking


A cold wind blew, with nothing to hinder its ferocity. They were standing, shivering, in a grey land, these two men. The land they inhabited was cold and devoid of perfect light or complete darkness. Instead, the skies were a gloomy grey, not at all light, but not quite black.
Noriova stood calmly now, free of pain, panic or delirium, the only exception being that the back of his right hand stung sharply, with the center of the pain being what until now, had been a simple birthmark.
His companion Harold, studied him for a moment, and pulled a pipe out of nowhere and began puffing away.
"So..." began Noriova.
"So..." echoed the questionable deity, "What's troubling you, Noriova?"
"Well, to begin, where are we?" asked the knight.
"We are in a place," answered Harold, "somewhere between life and death, waking and sleeping, body and mind."
"How can that be?"
"You," responded Harold, "worry too much about the wrong things and ask the wrong questions."
Noriova sighed, "Why can't I ever find a sage, teacher, or philosopher who doesn't teach in parables or riddles? What is the right question, then?"
Harold chuckled, just a hint of ancient wisdom hidden in those guffaws. "That, for one, is a good question and a good start."
"And?" Noriova pressed for man who either an insane drifter or a god, the whole time concluding that this was all the conclusive evidence that he, Noriova, needed to conclude that he was, himself, quite insane and lost to reality.
"And what?" said Harold. "You need to keep going."
"Where?"
"That," Harold said matter-of-factly between puffing on his pipe, "is up to you to decide. The gods and the fates may put the circumstances before you, but it is up to decide how to deal with those circumstances."
"What circumstances?" asked Noriova, blowing into his cupped hands in a futile attempt to warm them.
"All circumstances," responded Harold. "Look, your own actions coupled with the whims of fate--"
"Look," interrupted Noriova, "as much as I appreciate the scholastic lesson in philosophy. I really need some answers here. Something a little more concrete." He was exasperated.
"Your frustration is obvious, young Noriova," said Harold patiently, "however, your impatience is clouding your mind of the simplest facts. Those being, that for one, the best way to determine how to go forward is to see where you've been, and secondly, sometimes the best way to understand the specific is to start at the general. Now then, why are you questing? What is your purpose?"
Noriova stood up straight then, and like the good little soldier begin to iterate, "I am the Commander of the third royal army, loyal to King Futur and the The New Nation. My order and writ specifically charges me with rooting out and eliminating heretics, criminal wizards, dissenters, and all who threaten the kingdom. My--"
Harold silenced him with a wave of his hand, "For as bright as you are, young magi--" (The word was not lost to Noriova, he simply raised an eyebrow.) "You are sometimes quite dense. Not that purpose. No man's true purpose can be found written in words or spoken by king or bishop. A man's true purpose is in his heart--"
"The lady," interrupted Noriova, "of course, I am to find that noble lady and serve her."
"Why?" asked Harold, a grin spreading across his face.
"Because...she is to save us. She is to bring light to this world." A grin spread across Noriova as he saw her fair hair and face, and noble garb... For some reason he was never able to see her eyes.
"Well then, Noriova, before you can do anyone any good, there is one more thing you must do."
"What is that?" questioned the knight quite seriously.
"Wake up."
"What?"
***
"Wake up, Noriova."
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to be continued
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