Sealed In Darkness

6. Memoirs Of A Blood Witch

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A: 3084.

Milen Geyr

Milen was flat broke.

The only gold Musc he had on him were a few he managed to plunder before going into hiding from the man whose very hand could cast a shadow on the world and steal the sun as well...

"Such a cruel existence."
Geoff lamented softly as he turned from the ocean to face the swarm of men pacing about, fully rigged in torrents of ignorance he wanted to combat, and as usual, they paid him no heed.

Behind, the fiery waves bashed herself against the rocks of the shore, forcing her hands upon the sands of the beach and leaving the golden beads of earth clothed in salt, as zephyr commanded her tides, and drove about the swirls of her cold breeze.

Geoff looked at the inattentive crowd before him, grounded his already scurrying courage, and began to speak at the top of his voice.

"A song, a cry, a plea, no one knows. Nobody has ever lived long enough to tell the tales of the maiden's graceful chords: the irresistible heightened pitch and sonorous chimes which are best avoided and left unheard-"
A long braided maroon beards dangled from Geoff's chin, patting his bare chest and frolicking in tune to his nodding head. Some of his toe gnawed through his boot, escaping to the surface and across the edges of the flipped over iron bucket his short plumped feet settled on.

The wind brushed his face as he spoke, ushering into his nose the smell of the salted waters and its chill that soothed his nostrils as he sucked every bit he could in. With the ocean on rampage behind him, and the shouts of sailors and their bells beckoning they raise the anchors, had his mind troubled that greed would have them thirsting for vain glory, leading to their immediate death.

"Cmon man!" A man spoke from behind, halting Geoff's lips and forcing his face to the man's way. "Ladies that splendid are only found in palaces, not within the salty seas."

"Just ignore the bloated fool," Another cautioned, walking closer to the man heaved by a bucket, whose height was barely by his chest even with the bucket under his feet. "The dwarf babbles on and on about this same shit whenever anyone is about to set sail." He added, and spat on the dwarf's boot.

Having sneered as the midget did nothing to reciprocate, he growled, folded his fist and struck the midget clean in the jaw. He spat on him again as he watched Geoff drop on his back, and begin to flinch from the kick he had arched his leg to deliver.

"Pfft!" The man cussed and walked away.

Not too soon, there was an influx of audience swooning in to offer a piece of their disgust to Geoff, as well as lashes of cold sneers, one the dwarf never batted a lash in acknowledgment.

Although Geoff hated their ignorance, but determination and the heroic sense of a martyr fueled his words, with hopes that it would be a saving grace to even a soul from the damnation of the deep blue, he was willing to gamble-not his gold though. Picking himself up, he patted off the dust, brushed off the blood that lined from the cut on his lips, and mounted the bucket and continued.

"I pray thee my good merry men, even the winds and the starry sky points to the horrors beneath the Colchian waters."
His pants hung loosely on his waist above his ankles, as he grabbed the waist line to keep it in place, and projected his short limbs, leaping off the bucket and landing on the ground.

The men heaped around him only grew with the disenchanting array of cacophony that lined into Geoff's ears, as they shoved elbows at each other, struggling for a chance to accurately hit the him with the faded soda cans they dug from the beach's sands, broken bottles, their boots, and any other item at their disposal. But their requited attempts to end his squabbles only propelled more of the short man's preachings.