Death, by itself, is meaninglessโฆ The long-lost words emerged from the black abyss, growing strength to strength, fighting a flood of countless other thoughts, memories and emotions that surged within, strangely captivating the Sovereignโs wrecked mind, even as he sat absently on his knees, crushed and defeated, clutching the pale, cold and lifeless body that lay in front of him, hoping that his presence would breathe some life back into it, hoping that he indeed had some of the godliness that the Carsanions attributed so often to him.
The body remained cold however. Waves of thoughts crashed on the shore of the Sovereignโs mind, now disbelief, now shock, now anguish, now rage โ each subsiding to give way to the other, each carrying with it numerous flashes of reminiscences, which now lay strewn on the desolate shore, waiting to be discarded. Faint murmurs brought the Sovereign back from his mind and shackled him to the reality that lay before him. He was vaguely aware that he was not alone, although his mind was elsewhere โ linking the past occurrences with the present reality. Death by itself is meaninglessโฆ The words came again and then vanished, fading away as the murmurs approached nearer. Voices around the Sovereign, both known and unknown, expressed their sympathies, and he nodded in acknowledgement, each time detecting a shared pattern – the whiff of fear and uncertainty in the words; a new addition to the blatant hollowness that the Sovereign had grown so accustomed to hearing. Not that it was unexpected โ the Sovereign understood where the fear stemmed from; it was a fear of their own safety โ in an empire where the death loomed so high even above the people with the most power. It was a selfish fear, Sovereign knew, but he nodded silently to their sympathies, unmoved, processing every personโs manner and filing it away for later use.
Outwardly stoic and pondering, he was back on the shore now, looking among the reminiscences that lay scattered, searching desperately for the key that would release his shackles. The one memory, which had the answer to his great pain, still lay forgotten somewhere in the crevices of his mind. It couldnโt be seen on the shore, but then again, he had miles to travel to cover its expanse. He didnโt have much time, he knew. He had to be functional once again โ and the grief was weighing him down, killing him slowly yet steadily. The murderers were currently formulating the next plan of assail, he was quite sure of that; he had to have his wits about him if he had any hope of foiling them.
Death by itself is meaninglessโฆ he recited the key to himself, as he sat on the shore, looking beyond the setting sun, even as the waves of rage and misery continued to lash at him. His breathing soon became irregular, and he started shuddering, the weight of the circumstances falling down on him, crushing all his will and determination. Strangely however, he wouldnโt give up. The setting sun then started to change course, rising higher and higher, until it was morning again. The shore vanished and so did the waves, replaced by the encampment where death was so familiar. The Sovereign was walking through the rocks and the artillery now, sidestepping the bodies that he saw – the product of war, the souls that the rebellion had claimed. โSo many deathsโฆโ a voice said beside him. He turned to see Jermiaani inspecting the mutilation. The Sovereign had nodded to him, distressed at the outcome that lay in front of him. He had started down the path for justice, brave and knowledgeable of the price, but the massacre was proving to him that he had much to learn. For knowing and living were two different things โ and while he had known, only now was he getting to live death.
The encampment then vanished, replaced by the long halls of the Tower of Dawn. And then the Sovereign heard the voice, oddly like his own self, but stronger and surer. โDeath by itself is meaningless. Always look upon it in the context of greater things, disassociated from every emotion. Always question โwhyโ, for it is the reason that defines death, that unveils its true nature. And once the cause is understood โ all that remains is to stand up to that cause, with every piece of strength left, until it yields to you; until you prove to it that you are beyond the miseries of life. Logic trumps all. Dissociate every emotion from logic โ and you will see life for what it is. And then โ you will have risen.โ
The Tower of Dawn faded away, as another voice was heard. โMy Sovereign?โ Vyanaar was back now, back in the reality, back to the present, but unconstrained and unshackled. He turned to see Jermiaani beside him, his voice full of pain, clearly still grieving over the terrible loss. The Sovereign looked at the body that lay in front of him, the countless memories and emotions still swirling inside but not drowning him anymore. โIt is a matter of time, Jermiaani. We will all get over this. But now โ we must focus. The enemy shall strike again, and soon enough. We need to be ready. We need to think the scenarios through. The conflict has only just begun.โ
Jermiaani looked at his Sovereign. He saw the colossal strength, unfazed and unperturbed even under such trying circumstances. He couldnโt understand how such strength could be possible. He bent his head low. โOrdersโ
Vaibhav
Still going strong my friend…apologies for not commenting more…time and all that, though Inhave been watching as the tale grows longer.
Might be me but I can’t see a like button on this page. The share ones are there but might be worth checking the settings…unless of course it is a deliberate omission..in which case ignore that bit.
Nice work ๐
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Thanks for the appreciation! ๐
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My pleasure ๐
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Hey btw the button issues should now be fixed
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Cool…it’s one of those oddities…from the reader like is always available…I’ll pop over now and check it out on the post ๐
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Yes, I was looking for the like button too! Really deep writing, this is….I love the vividness of the emotions that are portrayed in this. I could practically taste the grief on my tongue while reading it!
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Thanks ๐ The button issues should be fixed now
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All good now Vaibhav…it’s also pulled likes over from the reader…sorted as they say ๐
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As I’ve already remarked, the imagery is incredible. And that nebulous quality that comes from being inside someone’s head. I very much like . . . loads of likes
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Thanks a lot ๐
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I love your writing!
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Thank you! ๐
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You have a poetic style, I look forward to The Sovereignโs Ambition.
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Thank you ๐
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Vaibhave, you are a natural born writer. You are conveying a story through the senses somehow and it definitely works well. That is not to say this these things are your personal experiences, but you delve deep from your senses, perception, intellect etc., and articulate an interesting story. Well done ๐
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Thank you for such great feedback ! ๐
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