Post by Pez on Jun 28, 2009 21:46:08 GMT -6
A lone man sat in a rickety rowboat on the lake. A golden halo was slowly disappearing over the evergreen forest's western front. Suddenly, the sounds of a violin filled the air. The man, a senior well into his sixties and sporting a curly white beard, snapped his head to see a shadow on the lakeshore slowly pulling a bow across a violin.
A gasp escaped from his mouth, the sound, the haunting melody filled his ears and echoed through his mind. He was compelled by what, he didn't know, to go towards the man. Slowly he began to row towards the shore. The melody began to speed up, and his heart beat with it. He began to panic, yet he rowed on.
Then, from the lake directly in front of the boat, the head of a woman rose from the water. The man's boat stopped. "Beware human," the voice came from the woman, "to go farther means either certain death, or greatest fulfillment. Which way will you go, right or left?"
The man chose left.
The ancient man believed he knew fulfillment, so he wanted death. He unknowingly chose fulfillment. She, the woman of the lake, changed him. His beard faded to black, his hair grew longer. He became young again. He kept his memories. She said, "Lead life again."
The now younger man dejectedly made his way back to the shore. The realization that he would have to lead a mediocre version of his own life stuck in his mind.
On the shore again, the man turned to face the lake. He turned again, ashamed of his new youth, and noticed an object in the rocks. He picked it up, and an understanding grin crossed his face. In his hand was a rosined bow, an inked quill, and a blank sheet of staff paper.
A gasp escaped from his mouth, the sound, the haunting melody filled his ears and echoed through his mind. He was compelled by what, he didn't know, to go towards the man. Slowly he began to row towards the shore. The melody began to speed up, and his heart beat with it. He began to panic, yet he rowed on.
Then, from the lake directly in front of the boat, the head of a woman rose from the water. The man's boat stopped. "Beware human," the voice came from the woman, "to go farther means either certain death, or greatest fulfillment. Which way will you go, right or left?"
The man chose left.
The ancient man believed he knew fulfillment, so he wanted death. He unknowingly chose fulfillment. She, the woman of the lake, changed him. His beard faded to black, his hair grew longer. He became young again. He kept his memories. She said, "Lead life again."
The now younger man dejectedly made his way back to the shore. The realization that he would have to lead a mediocre version of his own life stuck in his mind.
On the shore again, the man turned to face the lake. He turned again, ashamed of his new youth, and noticed an object in the rocks. He picked it up, and an understanding grin crossed his face. In his hand was a rosined bow, an inked quill, and a blank sheet of staff paper.