Purposes

Hi!

I am Mademoiselle FANTASY and today I will be writing a miniature story or one-shot. Today’s inspiration is the following song:

(Listen to the song while reading)

An old man is lying down on a hospital bed. He is surrounded by his loved ones. He has two daughters and son. They’ve all grown older. His grandchildren have grown older as well. He remembers playing with them, telling them stories about the good ol’ days and even teaching them the way of chemistry. He has six grandchildren. He loves them.

His first daughter has tears in her eyes and is squeezing his hand. If only her tight grip could hold him there! But the man is old, too old. He’s lived a great life. He wouldn’t take anything back. He can’t think of anything specific at least.

He will find peace. He will be complete. He will become one with the dirt from which he came from. 

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And there was light.

A blinding beam of pure energy shoot across the gap. It travelled for many years in a time before time itself. In its way it left trails of raw power and from that power arose matter. It had a size smaller than that of a grain of salt. There was two of them, actually. And these minuscule particles grew bigger, because there grew more of them. Until two living breathing beings came to existense. Without knowing why they followed the light that kept on with creating masses of rock out of nothing and forming huge, burning-hot spheres. 

It left a bright line behind it. It wrote in cursive things that the two beings couldn’t comprehend just yet. It was a truly magnificent sight. If a man could see it, it would most definitely set his hair on edge. The light’s movements were graceful, but tension was obvious. It was almost as if the light had a purpose it needed to fulfill before it was too late.

After who-knows-how-much time, the light stopped. Its purpose had been fulfilled. It circled the two beings and enabled them to see each other for the very first time. They were certainly curious. They were of about the same height. They both looked of the same age. Their skin was rather weird-looking. It wasn’t of one color, but a mix of different shades; from snow-like, weak pale to a deep, velvety dark brown. Clinging to their backs were two pairs of wings. The one was tar black and other dazzling white.

The first being -with the black wings- was broad and well-built. He appeared virile. Perhaps his strength was raw and instant. He could probably beat anyone that would come to sight, if there was anyone else around. His power though had a downside. It didn’t last as long. Stamina and endurance weren’t his greatest abilities. A white fabric covered his body in hopes of outshining the darkness of its feathers.

Studying his features, the second being could only see two glass-like eyes. The one brown and the other blue. His whole face showed nothing but determination, seen by his square jaw and tightly sealed mouth. He was examining the person in front of him as well.

She was quite different. Her body was slender and well-proportioned. She was also tall. She appeared strong herself, but it was unlike his strength. One could argue she looked as mighty as a well-trained ballerina ready to go on stage and give her very first performance; still graceful, but as vigorous as possible. She seemed able to take a lot of hurt and pressure. She wouldn’t be as good at head-first attack though. Her abilities were much more therapeutic and peaceful than the man in front of her. She wore a black fabric so that she’d be more approachable. She would show her darkest part; the one that never gives up even though it’s pointless, solely because she HAS TO keep going. Her features are softer, but she is still very stiff. A blue and a brown eye elaborate her face alongside with her small mouth and nose. 

They had never seen another person before. They had never existed before. The light guided their glance to the text in cursive. It wrote:

Is e do ainm Brennus agus Boudicca. Is tu na Angels Eternal an treas cruinne deug. Tha eachdraidh iomlan na dusan univers a bh ‘ann roimhe air an sgrìobhadh ann an solas cùbhrach. Faodaidh tu agus feumaidh tu a h-uile leughadh a leughadh agus, le bhith ga chleachdadh, ionnsaich na riaghailtean agad fhèin. Is thu na maighstirean as fheàrr den chruinne-cè agad fhèin agus tha a leas agus a ‘bheatha mhaireannach a’ crochadh a-mhàin air do shon.
Leugh na riaghailtean. Cuir a-steach na riaghailtean. Air do adhbhar tha aon.
“Bidh dithis a ‘faighinn sìth. Bidh dithis air an lìonadh. Bidh dithis a’ fàs aon leis an t-solas às an tàinig iad. A-MHÀIN ma sgrìobhas an dithis e gu lèir ann an solas mallachdach. A-MHÀIN ma bhios iad a ‘riaghladh le cùram agus cùram.”*

They both looked at each other. Where were the words in cursive? The only thing that the light had figuratively written down were the stars and the planets. Those were not considered rules and instructions, were they?

With time the two Eternal Angels understood that their universe already functioned and that their purpose was to maintain it. It wasn’t very difficult. Not until other beings came to existence, that is.

They watched as new life forms happened almost out of nowhere, but they knew that they were created by the dirt and soil. That they were created by miraculous chances. They understood that their purpose was to help them.

After years, humans appeared. They went through transitions, of course and as much as Boudicca wanted to fight for them all, she knew in her heart that there was no way she could save them all from the cruel, yet fair, violent acts of her brother. His purpose wasn’t to destroy, but to ensure only the ones capable of lasting in the universe made it. The humans that made it were a species called “homo sapiens sapiens.” 

Homo sapiens sapiens were rather strange creatures. They believed in many things and mostly to themselves. They were driven by vanity and ambition. Their hunger for power and control was one of their most characteristic traits. Yet from that greediness few managed to create beauty. It was a twisted type of beauty, of course. It was utterly and mercilessly complex. As if they just couldn’t find anything other than stupidity in the simple things.

Some of them did truly deserve to be described as greats. The Greats were certainly people who the Eternals could use to enhance their universe. So they decided to make them Nephilims. At first they were reluctant, of course, but  their efforts were, thankfully, not proved fruitless. 

They divided their universe to categories. There were The Unliving, everything with no breath was considered vital, but dead. It never knew existence and it never would. Next, there were The Breathing, everything with air escaping and being captured in its lungs was considered alive. The Thinking were the intelligent ones. They weren’t worthy of an afterlife, but they were quite important. Lastly, there were The Greats or The Nephilims. These were offered an afterlife and a purpose. Until they completed their purpose they could not die, but the moment they fulfilled it, they perished in an instant and became dust. Most of them wanted to rest, though.

Only the Eternals had the authority to enable mortal angels. They could show them their purpose and a glimpse of something seemingly unreal; Eternity.  

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The man closes his eyes but he can still see light. He blinks and opens them only to witness something beyond comparison… something truly and utterly simple. It’s an image he had seen many times. A single atom with its proton core and one electron circling it. It’s a hydrogen atom.

Everything is perfectly balanced. Nothing and no one can disrupt this simplicity. But the man remembers that it’s more complex than what it looks. That there are far greater forces keeping it all together. Still he lets himself get absorbed by the circular motion of the electron.

He hears a voice. Better yet two voices. They appear to be close, but for some strange reason he doesn’t think he will or should meet them. The man talks loudly. His voice is hoarse and deep.

A bhith, èist gu cùramach. Is e do adhbhar aon.
“Gheibh thu sìth. Bidh thu deiseil. Bidh thu nad aon leis a ‘chladach às an tàinig thu. A-MHÀIN ma nì thu cinnteach nach tèid na lorg agad a chall. A-MHÀIN ma ruigeas tu sgaoileadh gu dà ghinealach de do shluagh dè a th’ agad tha thu air ionnsachadh. **

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* Scottish Gaelic for: “Your names are Brennus and Boudicca. You are the Eternal Angels of the thirteenth universe. You have the entire history of the previous twelve universes written in cursive light. You can and are obliged to read it all and, by using it, learn the rules of your own. You are the ultimate masters of your own universe and its well-being and long-lasting life depends solely on you. Read the rules. Apply the rules. For your purpose is one.
“Two shall find peace. Two shall be complete. Two shall become one with the light from which they came from. ONLY if two shall write it all down in cursive light. ONLY if they rule with caution and care.”  

**Scottish Gaelic for: Being, listen carefully. Your purpose is one.
“You shall find peace. You shall be complete. You shall become one with the dirt from which you came from. ONLY if you ensure that your discoveries not go to waste. ONLY if you manage to spread to two generations of your people what you’ve learned.”

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Good morning! Good evening! Good afternoon! Wherever you might be or whenever you might be reading this. How are you guys?! I genuinely wish you’re having a good day.

So… in all honesty, I’ve been writing since 6:30 am on a Saturday. I started writing this beacuse I was stressed out and wasn’t feeling all that well, but I’m pretty pleased with it. What a way to start a day…

I hope you liked it. Tell me what you thought in the comments!

Hugs, love and good vibes,

Mademoiselle FANTASY

P.S.: I am not French. The name was just one of those stupid ideas someone has, but likes them too much to let them go… 🙂

I DO own the story I wrote and the characters.

I DO NOT own the song “Ancient Cry.” It belongs to the artirst Russ Landau (ASCAP) and the video to the YouTube channel Jennyni20 (Epic Music).

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