"Do ye know tha' Love be the single mos' unique factor in the multi-verse, Jodiah? O' all the uniqueness tha' abounds amongst the worlds, it rises above and surpasses them all. Love. It takes infinite forms, it be as strong as the force o' Nature birthin' mountains, and as tender as a mother's kiss upon a sleepin' bairn's brow. It can make one wish to fly without wings o'er a death-drop cliff, or cause one to well up in murderous rage. It be the only wha' grows the more it be given away, Jodiah."
Love.
What is this thing, this power, this link that can form between individuals? It has energy; it can be sensed and, to a degree, even measured by some keen practioners of empathic magics. It is an indomitable force, they say, capable of starting -- and ending -- wars between men. Capable of driving a sane man mad, and a mad man sane.
It's effects were different upon all who felt its warm embrace.
Some feel content, wholly satisfied with the world at large, and all around them. They glow, lighting up a room as soon as they enter, and spread their sickening drivel of eternal passion to every first, second, and third person they meet. Others are more in love with the concept of being in love than actually being in love with their mate. Such love is a crag-filled cliff of despair, that ultimatly ends in frustration, and heartache, and pain.
Great heroes of the realm who fall in love can become an icon. A human inspiration from one to another, and give others a driving sense of happiness. Others, those damned souls who fall in love with the antithesis of their beliefs, can descend into villainy, aligning themselves with the evil that they once were sworn to destroy.
For those already ascribing to villainy, the end is even more unbearable. Villains who fall in love might either 'see the light,' such as it was, and become stalwart bastians themselves for all that is right and god and true. More often than not, and far worse a fate to befall, they simply become enormous panty-waists, still clinging to some desperate hold on evil like a cat trying to avoid the tub.
Love.
A blip on the monitor of involuntary human response. A hiccup of an emotion when compared with envy, hatred, or lust. Great kings and emperors and rulers of the barbaric past once believed men made better warriors unmarried. Power comes with the absence of love. Love drains us of our strength.
We never learn, do we?
And you say that love conquers all? Well not for you, and not for me.
Not for any of the heartbroken.
Love.
What is this thing, this power, this link that can form between individuals? It has energy; it can be sensed and, to a degree, even measured by some keen practioners of empathic magics. It is an indomitable force, they say, capable of starting -- and ending -- wars between men. Capable of driving a sane man mad, and a mad man sane.
It's effects were different upon all who felt its warm embrace.
Some feel content, wholly satisfied with the world at large, and all around them. They glow, lighting up a room as soon as they enter, and spread their sickening drivel of eternal passion to every first, second, and third person they meet. Others are more in love with the concept of being in love than actually being in love with their mate. Such love is a crag-filled cliff of despair, that ultimatly ends in frustration, and heartache, and pain.
Great heroes of the realm who fall in love can become an icon. A human inspiration from one to another, and give others a driving sense of happiness. Others, those damned souls who fall in love with the antithesis of their beliefs, can descend into villainy, aligning themselves with the evil that they once were sworn to destroy.
For those already ascribing to villainy, the end is even more unbearable. Villains who fall in love might either 'see the light,' such as it was, and become stalwart bastians themselves for all that is right and god and true. More often than not, and far worse a fate to befall, they simply become enormous panty-waists, still clinging to some desperate hold on evil like a cat trying to avoid the tub.
Love.
A blip on the monitor of involuntary human response. A hiccup of an emotion when compared with envy, hatred, or lust. Great kings and emperors and rulers of the barbaric past once believed men made better warriors unmarried. Power comes with the absence of love. Love drains us of our strength.
We never learn, do we?
And you say that love conquers all? Well not for you, and not for me.
Not for any of the heartbroken.