Post by Jukebox on May 20, 2008 23:08:08 GMT -5
This will be the history of Omega Eleutherius Kallistrate.
I've been writing this story in parts, and so far it's very incomplete. I'll be doing my best to post them in correct order, how ever it might be a long drawn out process due to inspiration coming and going.
For now, here is the begining segment. please ignore the somewhat poor quailty.
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“Father, how come the girls get to have all the fun?”
Omega glanced up at his father, giving him the deep questioning look that young children are so good at. The two were sitting outside the house, looking out over the village. Omega was sitting close to his father, who was whittled at some wood with his knife.
The sun was on its way to the western horizon, and the light glimmered on their scales. The skeith looked out over the scene, taking his time before answering. Eventually he turned back to look down on his son, moving so the orange light wasn’t shining so brightly on the boy’s dark red scales.
“You think that what they do is fun?”
“Yes. It’s better than doing chores all the time.” The young grarrl replied, thinking of all the house work he was required to do while his older sister was learning how to fight.
His father sighed, the light making his silver scales shine like gold.
“They fight because that is what Arriyena chose for them, just as she has given this life to us.”
Omega frowned, thinking this over. It made sense, if you considered the goddess would be biased toward her own gender. He could probably everything just as well, whether Arriyena thought that was right for him or not.
“Well, I could probably do that just as well as them, even if Arriyena doesn’t think I can.” He was quite pleased with his reasoning, and his father gave a sad smile.
“Don’t let your mother hear you, or anyone for that matter.”
Omega was about to ask why when his father interrupted him. He was gazing into the distance, obviously looking back on something
“Visions are strange things. You never know if they’re going to be true. But every so often you get a clue.”
His son looked up at him confused, not understanding why his father as said that. It was completely random. His father caught his look and continued smiling, giving an explanation.
“I had a vision about your name, did you know that?”
“Of course I did. Mother told me.”
He was a little apprehensive as his father scooped him up, but could help grinning as his father had him in a good fun roll on the grass. But when they stopped his father looked more serious again.
“Omega Eleutherius,” he said, with his far away look, “you’ll be the last free thinker we’ll see for a long time.”
Before he could explain, Omega’s mother appeared in the doorway, having exchanged her normal armor for something more comfortable
“Therapon, don’t get Omega too riled before bed, would you?”
Omega and his father got up from the grass, and Omega once again marveled at how his mother looked like Arriyena herself with the orange light on her yellow and red scales.
His father smiled, grabbing Omega and carrying him indoors.
“Not a problem, Kallistrate.”
As Omega was carried past his sister, Melete, he thought about how lucky he was to have a father like his.
I've been writing this story in parts, and so far it's very incomplete. I'll be doing my best to post them in correct order, how ever it might be a long drawn out process due to inspiration coming and going.
For now, here is the begining segment. please ignore the somewhat poor quailty.
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“Father, how come the girls get to have all the fun?”
Omega glanced up at his father, giving him the deep questioning look that young children are so good at. The two were sitting outside the house, looking out over the village. Omega was sitting close to his father, who was whittled at some wood with his knife.
The sun was on its way to the western horizon, and the light glimmered on their scales. The skeith looked out over the scene, taking his time before answering. Eventually he turned back to look down on his son, moving so the orange light wasn’t shining so brightly on the boy’s dark red scales.
“You think that what they do is fun?”
“Yes. It’s better than doing chores all the time.” The young grarrl replied, thinking of all the house work he was required to do while his older sister was learning how to fight.
His father sighed, the light making his silver scales shine like gold.
“They fight because that is what Arriyena chose for them, just as she has given this life to us.”
Omega frowned, thinking this over. It made sense, if you considered the goddess would be biased toward her own gender. He could probably everything just as well, whether Arriyena thought that was right for him or not.
“Well, I could probably do that just as well as them, even if Arriyena doesn’t think I can.” He was quite pleased with his reasoning, and his father gave a sad smile.
“Don’t let your mother hear you, or anyone for that matter.”
Omega was about to ask why when his father interrupted him. He was gazing into the distance, obviously looking back on something
“Visions are strange things. You never know if they’re going to be true. But every so often you get a clue.”
His son looked up at him confused, not understanding why his father as said that. It was completely random. His father caught his look and continued smiling, giving an explanation.
“I had a vision about your name, did you know that?”
“Of course I did. Mother told me.”
He was a little apprehensive as his father scooped him up, but could help grinning as his father had him in a good fun roll on the grass. But when they stopped his father looked more serious again.
“Omega Eleutherius,” he said, with his far away look, “you’ll be the last free thinker we’ll see for a long time.”
Before he could explain, Omega’s mother appeared in the doorway, having exchanged her normal armor for something more comfortable
“Therapon, don’t get Omega too riled before bed, would you?”
Omega and his father got up from the grass, and Omega once again marveled at how his mother looked like Arriyena herself with the orange light on her yellow and red scales.
His father smiled, grabbing Omega and carrying him indoors.
“Not a problem, Kallistrate.”
As Omega was carried past his sister, Melete, he thought about how lucky he was to have a father like his.