"Build a bridge, to your mind. Takes me there every time. Lay it all on the line, if there's a way. Build a bridge, make a path, overlook the aftermath... Even though it's gonna crumble down. I'll keep buildin till you come around. Even though it's gonna fall apart, break my heart. I'll keep buildin till I die... Build a bridge of memories, stretch it out over seas... Build a bridge made of pain, send my longin down the drain. Have no reason to complain. There's a way. Only if you'll take a ride. Go with me to the other side...I'll keep buildin till I die." - Limp Bizkit
"Hell thy name be Rhy'din."
The young druid's shoulder slumped tiredly moving through the quiet streets just around 5 a.m. Once again he could not sleep, and once again his mind was consumed with thoughts he could not keep pushed away. One strand held Anubis, the proud Egyptian who seemed to take delight in pointing out the flaws he let the world believe him to have. It was just a point of fact that someone that old would not see into fascades. No one that old had a need for them.
Another held Harris, the now dethroned Overlord took as much delight in mocking him as Anubis, if not more. But once more the blue loon was a passing thought. The third thought held his resurfacing comments in the gossip column of the socialite whop.
It is often surprising how many who read the daily gossip forget what gossip is. It is never the full story, there is always something left out. The confrontation with Rena and Charlie the night before was proof of that. At least Rena had enough brains to know that. Artemus wasn't entirely sure that Charlie had enough left from how often she was neck deep into a bottle. But such is life.
Stopping to watch an aging seamstress setting out several fabrics for her day's work Artemus couldn't help but to wonder if he would still be working so diligently when and if he reached that age. It was in that moment many of his former mentor's words came back to him. Came back to the Flaws of Man.
Looking back now, Artemus knew that he used most to uphold his image of a cocky, condescending, youth with a God-complex. The way he preferred the world to see him. It is better to be hated for what the world thinks you are, than loved for something your not.
While others held flaws such as gluttony, sloth, wrath, envy, and all the others as true faults, Artemus had found a way to use them as a mask. Being disliked and thought an idiot was better than letting the world see what he truly was. Rhydin is no place for anyone to have vulnerabilities. Many hid behind friends for it. Such is not the young druid's way. He was no coward, nor would he use his "friends" as a shield from society.
However it seemed to appear the time was fast approaching for him to lay down the armor and show the world his true self, in all its unprotected virtue. But would he be strong enough to deal with the new wave of opinion that came with it? Goddess help him if he wasn't. It was time to relearn the lessons of youth. Return to his past and resolve his present. But once again...would he be strong enough?
"All I know is what it did take to make this. And all I am is what it will take to break this."
The Thousand Foot Krutch lyric quipped off, Artemus continued to stand there and watch the seamstress with her work already formulating what he needed to do.
"Hell thy name be Rhy'din."
The young druid's shoulder slumped tiredly moving through the quiet streets just around 5 a.m. Once again he could not sleep, and once again his mind was consumed with thoughts he could not keep pushed away. One strand held Anubis, the proud Egyptian who seemed to take delight in pointing out the flaws he let the world believe him to have. It was just a point of fact that someone that old would not see into fascades. No one that old had a need for them.
Another held Harris, the now dethroned Overlord took as much delight in mocking him as Anubis, if not more. But once more the blue loon was a passing thought. The third thought held his resurfacing comments in the gossip column of the socialite whop.
It is often surprising how many who read the daily gossip forget what gossip is. It is never the full story, there is always something left out. The confrontation with Rena and Charlie the night before was proof of that. At least Rena had enough brains to know that. Artemus wasn't entirely sure that Charlie had enough left from how often she was neck deep into a bottle. But such is life.
Stopping to watch an aging seamstress setting out several fabrics for her day's work Artemus couldn't help but to wonder if he would still be working so diligently when and if he reached that age. It was in that moment many of his former mentor's words came back to him. Came back to the Flaws of Man.
Looking back now, Artemus knew that he used most to uphold his image of a cocky, condescending, youth with a God-complex. The way he preferred the world to see him. It is better to be hated for what the world thinks you are, than loved for something your not.
While others held flaws such as gluttony, sloth, wrath, envy, and all the others as true faults, Artemus had found a way to use them as a mask. Being disliked and thought an idiot was better than letting the world see what he truly was. Rhydin is no place for anyone to have vulnerabilities. Many hid behind friends for it. Such is not the young druid's way. He was no coward, nor would he use his "friends" as a shield from society.
However it seemed to appear the time was fast approaching for him to lay down the armor and show the world his true self, in all its unprotected virtue. But would he be strong enough to deal with the new wave of opinion that came with it? Goddess help him if he wasn't. It was time to relearn the lessons of youth. Return to his past and resolve his present. But once again...would he be strong enough?
"All I know is what it did take to make this. And all I am is what it will take to break this."
The Thousand Foot Krutch lyric quipped off, Artemus continued to stand there and watch the seamstress with her work already formulating what he needed to do.