bad3ain
08-24-2009, 02:40 AM
Immortality, it is what most if not all humans dream of every so often. The thought of living forever and ever, and all the fun you can have has been with us for a long time. But is that what living forever is like? This is the story of how a young man called Arakaini achieved his dream of evading death.
Arakaini searched for many years all over the lands to learn how, following the paths of those who came before, and tried to find new angles to approach. He finally learned of the Observers. Other beings who visit us to only observe, they are said to live for periods unmatched by any in his world, and it is said that they have given the gift of long life to some. But there must be a reason. The ones who received this gift were given because they had all helped the observers, each in their own way.
Arakaini asked every traveler in the land until he met a bird seller. The trader explained about one in a land he visited catch his birds, a man was known to be connected constantly with the Observers. Ariukani so travelled to meet this man. He was an old man known as Old Shaman. The young man explained his purpose to him. The Old Shaman then warned Ariukani that even if he succeeded he would resent his decision as all those who came before him have. But the young man was determined to achieve his goal and insisted the shaman to help him.
The old man told Arakaini that a race of Observers known as Ulvar were looking for an orb that was known to display the future to the holder. The Ulvar had had lent the orb to an individual who never returned it. And they never found him. The shaman told Arakaini that if were to retrieve it for them they would surely grant him a wish.
In his attempts to learn about long life he came upon many stories, one was about a man and his magical orb that could foretell the future. When people learned of the item in his possession they strived to steal it, the man became so obsessed with protecting it that he resorted to burying himself alive with it. The one who told Arakaini this story said that it happened in the southern marshlands. So Arakaini traveled there, and began his quest of uncovering the dead from their resting places for days and nights until he revealed the bones of a man holding a blue orb. He found it. When Arakaini held the orb he saw in it the image of a hand cutting the other hand. At seeing this he then quickly covered it with a cloth and went away.
While heading back that very night, he witnessed a sphere of white light, like a star had came down from the sky. Arakaini walked towards the light and it disappeared. He scanned the area and found nothing, but then three hooded people appeared behind him. One standing in front was short like a child, but with a long head and big eyes. They were all looking at him. They were talking to him with their eyes. They were telling him that the item he was carrying belonged to them and that he must give it to them. Arakaini then said “I know it belongs to you, I found it for you so you will give me long life.” They then said to him that his wish could be granted but will have no benefit whatsoever. To that Arakaini replied that it is what he searched for all his life and that he wants nothing more. The three people then gazed into his eyes and Arakaini felt as though he was looking into the sun, the pressure made Arakaini fall on the muddy ground, and woke up on a stone, in a strange land.
At first Arakaini thought it was his eyes but then found that the sky he was looking into was pink and purple in color, with strange cloud shapes. He could barely breathe as the air was thin. Arakaini never felt so heavy before. It was so cold that the air pieced his throat every time he tried to breathe. Arakaini felt pain in is chest, so he looked down and saw that his body was open, but he was not bleeding. Hooded people were doing something to his chest. They had all these strange knifes with which they digging inside of him. One of them then held his mouth and nose and Arakaini was choking. When the person let go he could breathe normal again, and his chest was not open anymore. There was not even a scar on his chest.
The hooded people began to walk away, and Arakaini tried to sit up. He still felt very heavy. When he got up, the hooded people had already disappeared. When he looked around the place looked even stranger, with rocks that looked like water and plants that seemed to float on the ground. The entire land was mountainous. It was scary yet at the same time beautiful.
Not far from him was one more hooded person, he was short and just stood still with his eyes scanning the sky. Arakaini approached the person and said.
“What is this place?”
Oddly this one spoke with its mouth as his eyes were active with another task.
“This is Ozaisic, ancient home of the healers. When the bodies of our people begin to fail, here is where hey come to be cured. As long as your body is connected to your light you can not die here. You must feel cold right now. Your body will have to adapt to this climate. You have new blood in your body, and you have new lungs. Soon you will look different, you will look more like us but you will remain who you are.”
“When can I go home?” said Arakaini
“You will not. Your wish was to live long, and that is not possible where you came from. Here is where your body will be healed when it is weakened, therefore you will continue living, like you wanted.”
Arakaini went down the mountain and entered an Ark. There he saw many different looking people, but none of them looked like him. The three hooded ones that he saw back home appeared to him and told him that he had travelled for a long time and that both his parents are dead, and his sister is ill of old age.
This news pierced into Arakaini’s heart and he broke into tears. Many moons later, his body had changed, just like the old one said. His skin became dark purple in color and hard like dry leather. His body became thin, and his chest was wider so that his ribs could be seen. His fingers could bend as though there were no bones in his hands, and there was no trace of hair on his body.
Arakaini looked more like the healers now, but was nothing like them. He could not talk to them with his eyes, and even as many moons passed the young man could never come close to understanding them. While in their company, Arakaini felt completely alone. Later the healers told him that his sister had passed away. Arakaini felt empty inside.
He heard stories of people entering the world back home and passing away. Arakaini envied them, and wished he was among them, Arakaini wished he could die among them. He was trapped in constant consciousness as he could never sleep. No one did in the healers’ land. Arakaini wished he could fall asleep and never wake up.
While on the same stone he first woke up on, he sighed. The healers were about to restore his heart, when Arakaini raised his hand and said “please, I do not want to continue”
The old one who he spoke to on his first day was in the same exact place scanning the sky. He asked Arakaini “Why do you not want to live anymore? Was this not your dream?”
“I was a fool” Arakaini replied “I know now, death is nothing to fear, it is greed. I wish I had truly lived my life and died like everyone else long time ago. I wish I were not the last of my family. I wish I could dream for one last time” said sad Arakaini and sighed.
One of the healers then looked into his eyes, and a feeling of relaxing and calm entered his mind, one of the them then said with his eyes “sweet dreams” and Arakaini fell unconscious, with a smile on his face. Arakaini remained there for several moons, until his heart ceased beating and his light happily drifted far away back home.
Please excuse any grammar errors. this is only a draft.
Arakaini searched for many years all over the lands to learn how, following the paths of those who came before, and tried to find new angles to approach. He finally learned of the Observers. Other beings who visit us to only observe, they are said to live for periods unmatched by any in his world, and it is said that they have given the gift of long life to some. But there must be a reason. The ones who received this gift were given because they had all helped the observers, each in their own way.
Arakaini asked every traveler in the land until he met a bird seller. The trader explained about one in a land he visited catch his birds, a man was known to be connected constantly with the Observers. Ariukani so travelled to meet this man. He was an old man known as Old Shaman. The young man explained his purpose to him. The Old Shaman then warned Ariukani that even if he succeeded he would resent his decision as all those who came before him have. But the young man was determined to achieve his goal and insisted the shaman to help him.
The old man told Arakaini that a race of Observers known as Ulvar were looking for an orb that was known to display the future to the holder. The Ulvar had had lent the orb to an individual who never returned it. And they never found him. The shaman told Arakaini that if were to retrieve it for them they would surely grant him a wish.
In his attempts to learn about long life he came upon many stories, one was about a man and his magical orb that could foretell the future. When people learned of the item in his possession they strived to steal it, the man became so obsessed with protecting it that he resorted to burying himself alive with it. The one who told Arakaini this story said that it happened in the southern marshlands. So Arakaini traveled there, and began his quest of uncovering the dead from their resting places for days and nights until he revealed the bones of a man holding a blue orb. He found it. When Arakaini held the orb he saw in it the image of a hand cutting the other hand. At seeing this he then quickly covered it with a cloth and went away.
While heading back that very night, he witnessed a sphere of white light, like a star had came down from the sky. Arakaini walked towards the light and it disappeared. He scanned the area and found nothing, but then three hooded people appeared behind him. One standing in front was short like a child, but with a long head and big eyes. They were all looking at him. They were talking to him with their eyes. They were telling him that the item he was carrying belonged to them and that he must give it to them. Arakaini then said “I know it belongs to you, I found it for you so you will give me long life.” They then said to him that his wish could be granted but will have no benefit whatsoever. To that Arakaini replied that it is what he searched for all his life and that he wants nothing more. The three people then gazed into his eyes and Arakaini felt as though he was looking into the sun, the pressure made Arakaini fall on the muddy ground, and woke up on a stone, in a strange land.
At first Arakaini thought it was his eyes but then found that the sky he was looking into was pink and purple in color, with strange cloud shapes. He could barely breathe as the air was thin. Arakaini never felt so heavy before. It was so cold that the air pieced his throat every time he tried to breathe. Arakaini felt pain in is chest, so he looked down and saw that his body was open, but he was not bleeding. Hooded people were doing something to his chest. They had all these strange knifes with which they digging inside of him. One of them then held his mouth and nose and Arakaini was choking. When the person let go he could breathe normal again, and his chest was not open anymore. There was not even a scar on his chest.
The hooded people began to walk away, and Arakaini tried to sit up. He still felt very heavy. When he got up, the hooded people had already disappeared. When he looked around the place looked even stranger, with rocks that looked like water and plants that seemed to float on the ground. The entire land was mountainous. It was scary yet at the same time beautiful.
Not far from him was one more hooded person, he was short and just stood still with his eyes scanning the sky. Arakaini approached the person and said.
“What is this place?”
Oddly this one spoke with its mouth as his eyes were active with another task.
“This is Ozaisic, ancient home of the healers. When the bodies of our people begin to fail, here is where hey come to be cured. As long as your body is connected to your light you can not die here. You must feel cold right now. Your body will have to adapt to this climate. You have new blood in your body, and you have new lungs. Soon you will look different, you will look more like us but you will remain who you are.”
“When can I go home?” said Arakaini
“You will not. Your wish was to live long, and that is not possible where you came from. Here is where your body will be healed when it is weakened, therefore you will continue living, like you wanted.”
Arakaini went down the mountain and entered an Ark. There he saw many different looking people, but none of them looked like him. The three hooded ones that he saw back home appeared to him and told him that he had travelled for a long time and that both his parents are dead, and his sister is ill of old age.
This news pierced into Arakaini’s heart and he broke into tears. Many moons later, his body had changed, just like the old one said. His skin became dark purple in color and hard like dry leather. His body became thin, and his chest was wider so that his ribs could be seen. His fingers could bend as though there were no bones in his hands, and there was no trace of hair on his body.
Arakaini looked more like the healers now, but was nothing like them. He could not talk to them with his eyes, and even as many moons passed the young man could never come close to understanding them. While in their company, Arakaini felt completely alone. Later the healers told him that his sister had passed away. Arakaini felt empty inside.
He heard stories of people entering the world back home and passing away. Arakaini envied them, and wished he was among them, Arakaini wished he could die among them. He was trapped in constant consciousness as he could never sleep. No one did in the healers’ land. Arakaini wished he could fall asleep and never wake up.
While on the same stone he first woke up on, he sighed. The healers were about to restore his heart, when Arakaini raised his hand and said “please, I do not want to continue”
The old one who he spoke to on his first day was in the same exact place scanning the sky. He asked Arakaini “Why do you not want to live anymore? Was this not your dream?”
“I was a fool” Arakaini replied “I know now, death is nothing to fear, it is greed. I wish I had truly lived my life and died like everyone else long time ago. I wish I were not the last of my family. I wish I could dream for one last time” said sad Arakaini and sighed.
One of the healers then looked into his eyes, and a feeling of relaxing and calm entered his mind, one of the them then said with his eyes “sweet dreams” and Arakaini fell unconscious, with a smile on his face. Arakaini remained there for several moons, until his heart ceased beating and his light happily drifted far away back home.
Please excuse any grammar errors. this is only a draft.