Re: You ugly sand-maggots!
Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 3:33 pm
Jusian
When the desert grows dark and the stars come out and light up the midnight blue sky is a sight that still bring tears to my eyes and breaks my heart.
Ive lost count of the many nights in my childhood when the darkening of the sky and the cold light form the stars was accompanied with the soft crying of my three baby sister.
We lost our father when I was 14 and my sisters Kalea, Monika and Yesy was 6,7 and 8.
In his hard struggle to support our family his trekking took him far and away from our home in the Burning Desert. He could often be away for days even weeks. But he always returned..... tired but with a happy smile on his sunburnt face. He alway lifted my mother up and kissed her face until her cheeks had a wondefull red colour and she giggled like my sisters. Then he liftet my three sisters up in his big arms and told them abot the many wonders he had seen on his trip, and they listened while their eyes grew bigger and bigger.
My mother went to the kitchen and started to prepare something to eat and my sisters followed thinking that their father must be some kind of god.
I knew better......when they left his eyes turned sad and hard. He gave in to his tired body and sat in the chair next to the window and look for minutes over the desert. Then he turned his head and look straight into my eyes and taught me all he had learned on his trip.
He knew that one day it would be the end of him. He had to travel futher and further away to find materials he could sell for some dappers to support our family. He wanted me to learn all he knew so I one day could take over if the one thing that couldn't happend would happen.
One day he never came back....weeks, month and even a whole year went by without my mothers and sisters lost hope. My sister kept taking shift so they could keep watch at the window and my mother told us that she would only be crafting fyros armor until daddy came home.
But I knew...the one day I all my life had fear was here. My dad was lost to Atys...
Every night when the stars came out my sisters began to cry...not too loud cause they didn't want to wake mommy. She was so tired after the long working days...I tried to comfort them....but I couldn't lie to them.
I knew that my family now depended me, so I had to keep focused and not give in to sadness and dispare.
The next couple of years I learned the basic skill of survival and slowly our familiy could raise their heads and face the world again.
But if you look real close you can see sadness in my eyes.
"I might be beaten but not broken"
Jusian
When the desert grows dark and the stars come out and light up the midnight blue sky is a sight that still bring tears to my eyes and breaks my heart.
Ive lost count of the many nights in my childhood when the darkening of the sky and the cold light form the stars was accompanied with the soft crying of my three baby sister.
We lost our father when I was 14 and my sisters Kalea, Monika and Yesy was 6,7 and 8.
In his hard struggle to support our family his trekking took him far and away from our home in the Burning Desert. He could often be away for days even weeks. But he always returned..... tired but with a happy smile on his sunburnt face. He alway lifted my mother up and kissed her face until her cheeks had a wondefull red colour and she giggled like my sisters. Then he liftet my three sisters up in his big arms and told them abot the many wonders he had seen on his trip, and they listened while their eyes grew bigger and bigger.
My mother went to the kitchen and started to prepare something to eat and my sisters followed thinking that their father must be some kind of god.
I knew better......when they left his eyes turned sad and hard. He gave in to his tired body and sat in the chair next to the window and look for minutes over the desert. Then he turned his head and look straight into my eyes and taught me all he had learned on his trip.
He knew that one day it would be the end of him. He had to travel futher and further away to find materials he could sell for some dappers to support our family. He wanted me to learn all he knew so I one day could take over if the one thing that couldn't happend would happen.
One day he never came back....weeks, month and even a whole year went by without my mothers and sisters lost hope. My sister kept taking shift so they could keep watch at the window and my mother told us that she would only be crafting fyros armor until daddy came home.
But I knew...the one day I all my life had fear was here. My dad was lost to Atys...
Every night when the stars came out my sisters began to cry...not too loud cause they didn't want to wake mommy. She was so tired after the long working days...I tried to comfort them....but I couldn't lie to them.
I knew that my family now depended me, so I had to keep focused and not give in to sadness and dispare.
The next couple of years I learned the basic skill of survival and slowly our familiy could raise their heads and face the world again.
But if you look real close you can see sadness in my eyes.
"I might be beaten but not broken"
Jusian