Mortal Coils
"What makes you, who has an immortal soul, think you have it rough? There is an 'after' in store for you."
He was mortal.
He was mortal in any sense of the word, perhaps more so than most life-forms might care to admit. He could die and if he did, there would be nothing left of him. He sat atop Ty'Rekh's back and wondered what it was to have an eternal soul, an eternal presence.
He was mortal, for want of an eternity.
Snort. Snort.
Ty'Rekh chuffed at him, yanking her rider out of his thoughts as they neared the sea. The smell wasn't hard to miss and Renne wasn't about to risk tasting of that foul reek. He turned his pony away from the sea, leading her inward to the city. Away from the docks, away from....there.
It had been years ago by now. Years ago, a night changed him forever. Ty'Rekh snorted again as if she, in her pony way, knew something was off. She was familiar with that sense of 'off' and didn't like it.
Let them dissolve. Let them fade away.
He shuddered as the thought raced by his mind.
Eternal souls don't die.
They wanted to get away from the stench -- the stench of the sea and the stench of the past. It had weighed them both down for far too long. And yet, a chain was of Renne's own making. He had made a vow and it was his undoing.
Crack.
Beep-beep-beep.
Somewhere, distant thunder roared. Renne flinched. His wrist-dial went off. He answered it with a chirp and he listened to the muted, booming voice of his Commander, made a little tinny and hollow by the tiny device's size. It was another mission. It was a simple mission, really: Take out another goon found somewhere in this quadrant. As the communication came to its end, Renne found himself asking a question he had not voiced before. Dismounting Ty'Rekh, Renne listened intently to the possible reply. What came was a mild shock.
"You do not have an eternal soul?"
The answer was, no. He did not. He was mortal in ways that would frighten most. If he died, that was it. There was nothing 'after'. The Commander's voice left him as he made arrangements for Ty'Rekh and moved to his next mission.
"Why have an eternal soul over your eternal life?"
He was truly mortal and yet he was a kind of god. It made no sense, but neither did his presence in Rhy'Din. He had never made sense to those around him.
Perhaps the mission and the stench of the ocean -- Crack -- Crack-Crack -- and ridding his head of thunder might divert his mind, keep him away from facing the fact that yes, he was mortal.
"What makes you, who has an immortal soul, think you have it rough? There is an 'after' in store for you."
He was mortal.
He was mortal in any sense of the word, perhaps more so than most life-forms might care to admit. He could die and if he did, there would be nothing left of him. He sat atop Ty'Rekh's back and wondered what it was to have an eternal soul, an eternal presence.
He was mortal, for want of an eternity.
Snort. Snort.
Ty'Rekh chuffed at him, yanking her rider out of his thoughts as they neared the sea. The smell wasn't hard to miss and Renne wasn't about to risk tasting of that foul reek. He turned his pony away from the sea, leading her inward to the city. Away from the docks, away from....there.
It had been years ago by now. Years ago, a night changed him forever. Ty'Rekh snorted again as if she, in her pony way, knew something was off. She was familiar with that sense of 'off' and didn't like it.
Let them dissolve. Let them fade away.
He shuddered as the thought raced by his mind.
Eternal souls don't die.
They wanted to get away from the stench -- the stench of the sea and the stench of the past. It had weighed them both down for far too long. And yet, a chain was of Renne's own making. He had made a vow and it was his undoing.
Crack.
Beep-beep-beep.
Somewhere, distant thunder roared. Renne flinched. His wrist-dial went off. He answered it with a chirp and he listened to the muted, booming voice of his Commander, made a little tinny and hollow by the tiny device's size. It was another mission. It was a simple mission, really: Take out another goon found somewhere in this quadrant. As the communication came to its end, Renne found himself asking a question he had not voiced before. Dismounting Ty'Rekh, Renne listened intently to the possible reply. What came was a mild shock.
"You do not have an eternal soul?"
The answer was, no. He did not. He was mortal in ways that would frighten most. If he died, that was it. There was nothing 'after'. The Commander's voice left him as he made arrangements for Ty'Rekh and moved to his next mission.
"Why have an eternal soul over your eternal life?"
He was truly mortal and yet he was a kind of god. It made no sense, but neither did his presence in Rhy'Din. He had never made sense to those around him.
Perhaps the mission and the stench of the ocean -- Crack -- Crack-Crack -- and ridding his head of thunder might divert his mind, keep him away from facing the fact that yes, he was mortal.