Magus Professional Goober
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Life Is Wasted On The Living
A wedding, eh? You know it's bad when the
first thing I think about is that is it gives Magus a chance
to observe normal interpersonal relationships between "normal"
humans...jeez I'm a weird one...
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The Fort was
silent, until it wasn't.
At once a host of strangers
descended on the area, some with Death on their minds, some
with Life. Magus had a little for both.
Magus was a
little of both.
A crowd gathered in the courtyard. A
celebration of some sort, one of those events humans seemed to
enjoy. Magus was human, barely, he didn't understand the
attraction to this event. His other side was elated.
"Why don't we go watch Magus? It'll be fun."
"Fun? Don't be a fool. It's bad enough that I have to
battle with such simpletons, I don't need to be one..."
"Oh come on! You can't be a spoilsport your entire
life...oh wait, you have been. Nevermind..."
"Would
you be quiet, you...you...What do I call you anyway?"
"You can call me anything, just don't call me late for
that wedding...Get it? Huh? Oh right, I forgot you don't find
anything funny, my mistake."
"Just give me a name!"
"Hmm, well, I don't have one as such. I'm more or less
a simple entity, so I guess I can make one up. How 'bout
Alfador?"
"Alfador...? You mean...?"
"Yeah,
the cat, but he was a good cat. You have good memories of him,
thus I am something good in your miserable little life,
alright?"
"Whatever."
The two sat on the
hillside, watching the people move around. Magus thought them
fools for caring, Alfador was happy to see the powers of Life
and Love thriving in a place of Death and Evil.
"Don't
you feel anything good for these people right now? There's a
wedding in the middle of a battlefield! I think that's a great
sign that Life can overcome anything you place in it's way."
"Really? I might as well ask why, since you're going
to tell me anyway..."
"Why thank you for asking! See,
I was a part of you long ago. You shut me out, I kept coming
back. Anytime you heard the word Schala...or Zeal...or
anything like that, I was there. These people, Death all
around them. So what do they do? Celebrate everything that
Life has to offer. I think it's wonderful!"
"I think
you're a fool."
"Think what you want, that doesn't
make me any less right."
"Nor I."
The two had
reached a standstill. Neither were right, nor were they wrong.
They just sat in silence, watching the event for their own
reasons.
"I don't think I'll ever understand this Life
thing."
"That's fine, because you know far more about
Death than I'd ever care to..."
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EDIT: Know what? Sentences that aren't questions
probably shouldn't have question marks...
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So we'll go no more aroving, so late into the
night, Although the heart be still as loving, and the moon
be still as bright.
Last edited by Magus on 08-07-2001 at
10:26 PM |