It takes me about two months to write a new short story. Not bad i guess and i definitely love this story i made which i found to be weird. Have you ever imagined Love and Death having a relationship before? Could it be possible? And what will be the fruit of the unlikely affair between the two oldest being of the universe? Here is what i think will happen dear brothers and sisters....
In a strange land where the world is still a newborn child.
When the sea is still as blue as the sky and the land is still covered with
colossal trees like skyscrapers and every corner are bursting with the aroma of
flowers of all shapes and sizes. In a place where mankind still not exist among rocks and stones and a
world where primitive and simplicity of life is spoke of eternal antiquity that
makes everything a part of nature and no one is regarded as the supreme steward
of the world…a little bird is just an inch towards its final seconds of
existence.
The animals of her kind as the well as the beast of the land
and behemoth of the sea couldn’t fathom what is happening. With just a second
they saw the bird tumbling and falling from the top of a jagged edge cliff.
They are trying to express their amazement and fear in groans and screams that
no one can comprehend at all as they witness the bird soar in the sky and fall
with just a split second in pointed rocks at the bottom of the cliff. They
spotted its motionless body, still warm and breathing yet covered in thick
crimson fluid. A deer try to taste the viscous liquid for it’s their first time
to see what blood looks like. They didn’t like the taste of it, and so does the
sight of the little bird who is gasping for her life.
In the midst of the commotion that grows between the
animals, they didn’t feel nor see that beside the bird, a woman dress in ripped
black dress is kneeling beside her. The beautiful yet dreadful lady in black
has a deep sorrowful set of eyes that has two colors: on her left is red while
the other is purple. Her skin is as pale as the sickening moon light and her
hair is braided with skulls but despite her awful appearance, the expression in
her face is filled with an overwhelming sadness and confusion. Like those
animals that though can’t express
neither emotion yet you can feel that they wanted to convey something, the lady
in black is definitely feel lost and it seems she didn’t understand what she
should with the little bird.
“What are you waiting for, go and take her with you now” a
gentle yet strong voice suddenly arouse the pale lady from wallowing in sadness
and confusion. A young man of such vigor and beauty emerge from nowhere. He
radiates a bright yet invigorating aura like the sun rising after the endless
darkness of the night. His skin is almost like gold in complexion while his
robe is the color of purity and passion. The young man is flawless; there is no
hint of impurity or grotesque stain of matter life. Such beauty is as strong as
any spear, sword or gun in our life today. His beauty is something that can
overthrow once kingdom or built it to last for eternity.
“You have to do it, it’s your job after all to take the life
of others” the young man speaks as he approached the lady. Although her
appearance is fearsome and her presence is composed of unwanted sensations, the
lady in black only manages to utter meekly two words while looking down on the
ground:
“I Can’t”
“But why? You’re Death! You’re in charge of making the lives
of men come to an end. Without you doing you role, this world will never
progress. No changes will occur and life will not begun”
Tears start to fall in the eyes of Death. It her first time
actually to reap a soul. At first she thought her job is as easy as hitting
switches when a certain times come up. When she was created, all she remembers
was that she is only made for one thing all alone: to reap the souls and put an
end to what is living when the right time came. But now as she stares at the
broken body of the little bird, she can’t resist sympathizing and doubts cloud
her mind if she should take the bird’s soul and let it die. She felt that she
is not the one who have to this for her heart speak of pain and not of duty.
“It’s too young, too young to left this world…it didn’t even
have the chance to it her life to the fullest, how am I supposed to take its
life if I feel that she didn’t deserve
to die” Death sob as she speak in a sorrowful tone.
“I know, I know but think about it, taking away that bird’s
life now will not make her suffer more and her family. Look, there is her
mother and father, they are already crying” the beautiful young man says as he
pointed two large birds who give a shrilling cried that deafens the whole
forest but neither sadness is seen in their fa
ces, they just look at the body
of the little bird and make sound.
“If you really care for the little bird, then you shouldn’t
let her suffer this long. After all, end is inevitable and you are the sole
envoy of this. This is your duty” said the beautiful young man as he makes a
broad grin without any traces of lament in the situation.
Death, although still hesitant as she heard the man’s word
timidly, wipes her tears and look at the man with her hollow eyes and ask: “Am
not sure about it but are you really Love?”
The young man who is actually raised his brow and starts
laughing with his soft and mellow voice.
“That’s really funny madam Death”
“No. I’m serious. Are you really Love? The envoy of
compassion and care?”
Love stop laughing and as he realized that Death is not
making fun of him.
“What makes you ask about it?”
“Well, I though Love always move and act from his heart. But
it seems you act and move through mind and reasons alone, not with emotions and
even feelings alone”
The young man which is actually Love fell silent as Lady
Death touch the bird and with an instant the bird who by now is already
lifeless and already knocking the gates to her grave begun to cough hard and
begun to mumble and meekly cried like a new born baby something like it is
begging for something yet it didn’t know how she will plead for it since no
words can be uttered by her useless beak.
Lady Death scoops the blood of the bird in her hand and l
pours it into its open beak. The little bird cough as it spit the blood the
filled its beak. It quickly get up and soars up into the skies like there is
nothing really happened to it. The whole crowd of animal begun to make a crazy
uproar though within the back of their minds, they never realized that they
witness the second and third miracle that happens in the after the creation of
all cosmos: somebody died. And it came back to life.
Watching the whole scenario, Love can’t believe what he just
saw with his own eyes. The envoy of end and change, Death give back the life of
somebody who is supposedly and should be dead by now. He didn’t understand why
this pale woman is opposing her nature as the personification of death and
life. And how on heavens did she knows more about love and compassion than him?
From the time that he was conceived from the egg laid by the sable being called
Chaos, the first to exist before anything or anybody that crawls or floats, he
already understood that he is the only one capable of planting to seed of
compassion and care in this world. The nutritious need that will be nourish by
two or even many creature that will gave meaning to all the things in the vast
and complex circuitry of life.
And yet that moment he didn’t understand why instead of his
heart, her mind dominate him and speak with sheer pragmatic and rational
thoughts that create a delayed shock in his soul for Death’s word is by no
doubt the truth. He act like he is not the envoy love. Death could be more
capable he thinks to himself. Would that mean he is more suited for the works
of taking ones soul? Or could that mean he is a malfunctioned creation of their
creator? What a shame! He sigh out loud as he lost his thoughts to too many
queries
Dazzled and ultimately confuse, Love go away and then he
flew with his broad and robust wings towards the sky. Death only gazes at him
with her cold yet lonely eyes. In her heart, she felt a little bliss that the
little girl is saved but it can’t be helped that in her mind, she also felt
confused. It makes him happy to save souls and yet her duty is to take them…and
that is the right thing to do.
As the two make their own separate ways, little did they
know The Elder also witness what happened. A look of impending worry is drawn
in every crease of her faces. Perhaps he
realized that there is something wrong between the creation he made which is
the persona of Death and Love. Something is not quite right, and he needs to do
something about it. Or else, the infant world might not make his way through
his maturity and end up in chaos and void again before even man is created.
That’s it! Creation. Genesis.
The Great Elder, who’s beard is as white as snow and clad in
flowing robe made of star dust and cosmic threads begun to make a move that
will put this seemingly innocuous yet perilous dilemma in correction; to fix
the flaws the that might cause strife and disorder despite it’s simple yet
trivial appearance.
Calling out his messenger which is an avian with wide wings
as wide as the length of a young tree, the Elder command it with an amalgam of
calm and strong tone.
“Summoned in my presence both Love and Death”
The messenger split into two smaller version of itself: one
is a winged creature in ebony feathers while the other one is an elegant avian
in clean ivory shade of color. The two magnificent creatures flew in
synchronized moment as they descend down from the abode of the creatures to
find the two unlikely beings.
After for a couple of sand has been poured from the
sandglass and the sun move an inch toward the place where sky and the ocean
meet, Love and Death found themselves in
front of the The Elder. Basking the whole vastness of the sky with bright and
dreamy light from the setting sun, the whole realm of heaven where The Elder
resides shone like a blazing gold and fire and yet the calm and pure aura of
benevolence makes you feel awed and tremble with beauty together with the
masses of clouds that playfully creates all sorts of figures that even dreams
can’t exhume.
Love and Death. Both have their own personal thought on why
they are called by The Elder for they already know that nothing can escape the
all seeing eye of the Great Elder, and obviously he already knows the driving
force regarding the doings of Death and the display of too much rationality by
Love.
“Now my children” The Elder spoke with his voice of all
fatherly love as both Death and Love bow their head in reverence to their
makers. “I wanted you to know that I’m not angry or disappointed with the two
of you. In fact, you just make me proud with what you have shown lately.” A
wide smile of childish nature intertwined with a proud tone from the Elder
shocked both Death and Love. These two had already concluded that they will
taste hurtful words or worse the full wrath of The Elder but hearing his words
right now, it seems that they got it all wrong for their creator’s thoughts are
utterly untraceable and undeniably too hard to comprehend.
“Love, my young envoy of passion and care. Behind the beauty
I lay upon you, you also possess a firm obedience with the natural way of the
world. It’s unnatural for Love sometimes defies even the natural way of things.
That is what I saw however with Lady Death.” The Elder glance at Death who is
quickly averts her eyes to The Elder out of shyness.
“Her acts of compassion regarding the little bird is a tell
tale sign that sometimes, even the right thing to do should be push aside
because of much greater things like love. And yet again, like Love, you show
actions contrary to what you should be”
“The two of you possess great qualities that I’m glad
manifested within the two of you. But what bothers me is that I think these
qualities are not complementing to the nature that I laid upon the two of
you…that means, I have to redo it all again”
Everything fell silent as The Elder gives a hint of slight
troubled expression. The silence seems to send off an unknown uncertainty that
even the clouds turn quite black as they somehow perceived the building of
silence at the throne of the Elder.
But before the silence continue to become a sightless
burden, The Great Elder begun to notice the split form of the flying messenger.
They bore different and contrasting colors but when the truth is, they are just
the same and one. Suddenly the Great Elder smile and finally the clouds begun
to spread out, revealing a glorious ray of sun before night took it place.
“Love and Death, you need to be one once again”
Just after The Elder said this, both the eyes of Death and
Love meet. In the midst of their superbly different appearance and
astronomically dissimilar nature, that moment, both Love and Death felt a gradually
unknown growing attraction towards one another. A subtle yet real force link a
mystical chain that binds the two of them. Could it be the works of The Elder?
But the Omni-creator is gone now from his throne. Only Love and Death remains standing in front of the enormous throne made
of unknown gems that is unearthly in their glow but suits the unknown force
that slowly yet surely made Love and Death gets closer to one another…and in
instant, another miracle just happened once more that time: Both sun and moon
appears in the twilight sky. Closer and closer there circles joined and become one
and eternal…so does the lips and body of the lady in black and the man in white
touch each other. Soul to soul, Death and Love become one.
No one knows that time why two beings of spectacular sight
lies among the clouds naked and their bodies are wrapped around each of their
arms. No one could have though that this act, where two souls of undeniable
contrast have reached the zenith of harmony and unity as their bodies are like
puzzle pieces that fits one another perfectly. Like they are made for nothing
but for each other to become whole and one. That is the act that signifies that
each of us, no matter how different we are from every aspect, are one and the
same and meant for one another.
The act last for unknown period of time but after Death and
Love finally break the chains of their bond (for the time of being unified is
finally done and time to split apart is about to start), the age of man take
its first dawn. Though unaware of the identity of their first progenitors, man
portrays qualities that no doubt belongs Death and Love. Those who inherit
compassion and emotion of such purity and will to defy anything out of sympathy
and care and a beauty that can end even the sturdiest metal and melt even the
toughest gold, this being are called women and their mother is Love. On the
other hand, the pragmatic and logical individuals who do what is just without
any hint of reluctance, those who are driven by rationale as firm and as cold
as ice yet behind is the their heart that only do what is right, this being are
called men, the begotten son of Death.
Love and Death is now different from their past appearance
now. The young men of vigor and radiance become the most beautiful being that
the world has ever known with her long tresses, soft and delicate figure and
soothing yet loving voice that always melt the heart of everyone and strengthen
the spirit of the weak and powerful alike. And the lady in black whose eyes are
the scion of somber and twin of lament is now covered himself in a robe more
darker than the shadow of netherworld and his face is always veiled and nobody
even remember now how he looks like now for everybody begun to fear his scythe.
But despite of it all, many knew how important Death is and without him, life
could never be justified.
It’s been a lifetime or longer since the Death and Love
become one, but judging our world marching into the monarch of chaos and confusion
now, the moment of their second unification will begun for the last grain of
the sand is about to take its last fall, but only The Elder knows when will it
be.
