Abandoned
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NB: I usually don’t publish my stories, or show them to anyone… but I wrote this one tonight and it haunts me so.
Also note that Mea Geia is a word for the spirit or essence that the people of the world strongly believed in, and what they labeled what I think we would call magic. I titled this one abandoned, as that was what the man was feeling. He lives in a world known as Fermelas, and perhaps one day I will share more of this world with others.
Abandoned
There he stood, on the cliff above the ocean, the same cliff that for generations many dreams had been built on. He was frail, cloaked in red. Only his hand stretched out from under the layers of robes he wore and it was only this hand that showed any humanity beneath.
His back was hunched, as he wore so many sins on his shoulders and he desperatly clung to a staff, a stick… that held him upright. He was the last of his kind, and he knew it… and as the day turned to night, he began to speak to himself… or perhaps to the Gods if they listened anymore. His voice was so cold, so lost… so sad, yet somehow.. beautiful.
The nights are against us, these days of late.
So long do I wish for past times…
The spirit that has sustained me,
The spirit that has kept me breathing for so long,
Is no longer with me…
Mea’Geia has left this world,
It has abandoned us all…His voice trailed off, and then a stray tear slowly rolled down his face and then dropped from his chin to stain the ground so dry. He wasn’t crying, but the tear he let out was perhaps something of a realization. That the spirits, the Gods that he believed in… no longer believed in him.
As the night pressed on, he stared up at the star stricken sky and took a breath, a long drawn deep breath… Then with all the Mea’Geia he had left, all the power that he clung to so desperately, he decided on his fate.
Like heroes before him… he shut his eyes a final time, to pure for the world above and to sinful for the world below. He slowly knelt down on one knee, and staring at the ground, began to turn to stone… whispering his last words, as his body left mortality behind…
I forgive you….
And then there was nothing but silence.
About The Author
Matty is a 37 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!
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Matty!! I am so happy you have your own website now!!!! Please never give up on getting Earthquack published.. when the time is right, it will happen!!
You are a beautiful soul, and so much smarter than you give yourself credit for! People sometimes forget, that “smart”.. isn’t just for technical things.. you are SMART with words and wonderfulness!! And Wonderfulness, is so much better than technical smarts!!
Love and light, rainbows and moonbeams
xxxx Nessa