Under The Crescent Moon: Power, Corruption & Lies/Laughing Stock

Chapter 46: Djed

...Only the god of lightning to burn the trees, the goddess of love to make mortals ammend... So many gods, and they lived on this same Gaia, their home. There came a time when the old gods died, and only Bahamut remained as one, so did I. Yet, nothing can take me away from this sensible world. Not even death... I don't fear it, but instead I take control of it. Control over my shape. My direction. My own history. Along the way, came the sins. Monarchy may share of other virtues, but it failed to protect the people from people. And the beasts from the beasts. Only the faith to sustain their lifes a bit longer. For many, god became a mortal, and died a long ago. Only the hopes are meant to die. Only the flowers are meant to wither. Only half of the offspring of rats survive the harsh winter. Only the humans threat each other with weapons further away from their jaws, but both sides get bitten anyway. Poisoned. Injured. Harmed. Killed...

...Today is the big day. You shall find the world, said a father to his son, beneath the doors secluding the Jugend from the outside world. Courage for the upcoming fights. And then, he left. I only felt the truth of such words later on. No matter the way I found to be back at home, instead of living inside this academy, I wasn't the same anymore. I was eleven years old, but my interest for this job grew on me since I learned, not only with my family, but with this world I began to hate, and in change, same began to threw everything over me like a stream pushing the water together with the pieces of a mountain down ever since I learned about it, but only now that I do care. I live for it, same I do for the people who either believe that we are the solution, or part of the problem. It's so easy to blame those who are alike gods walking over the earth, and so easy it is to create a power alike the one belonging to the gods with our own hands...

♫Tortoise - Djed♫

July 17, 1778

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Today is the big day... That's what you wrote in your diary as well.

All days are big, though they all seem to last for a while. It depends on the way they are spent. For mother, a day may had lasted only an hour due to her duty, but for me, it lasted for an eternity, but nothing lasted forever. Including my patience... On winters like these, any season that comes and goes, I had spent a time looking throught this window, belonging to my bedroom. I would be here to contemplate the morning and most of the times, I would find myself outside, to feel it further than the touch of my fingers over the glass surface. So bored that I was to lick this same glass as well, and never that my tongue got stuck. Only my feet upon the chair I pulled to be near this window, unlike this bed, whom I used to jump above, but now that I grew up, I might hit my head on the ceiling above, or maybe I'll feel dizzy and I don't want to cause a bad impression, even if they only last for a while, like my childhood.

It's the first impression that gets stuck on their heads, but within time, it'll soon be gone, but I don't know how much time I'll have to spend, or how much time I'll feel passing throught. The clock only tells me which hours are, but people share of their own time. Like father, mother, Jack, Dan... me. The youngest of them all. Some are far younger than me, like many of my cousins. So young that they don't care. So quiet they are, thought many of them keep running, because they are bored as well. So bored I was, that I began to listen to father's stories. Some of them were real, others weren't, but only me to tell if they were, or deduce. No such thing as a truth exists, and I agree with you, father. He said Truth as a person name, not truth as a object. A name is given to objects as well, but names are written with capital words, because they refer to proper names.