bixnoodles >> #4354
Posted on 2011-11-03 10:58:58 Score: -1 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
Why do things die?

The most beautiful of flowers are soon to whither and drop, consumed by those microscopic agents of entropy that return all to the dirt. Fish force their way upstream, avoiding predators and climbing waterfalls, desperate to give life to their children, but their own lives end there soon after. The great mountains are ground by the wind and sea and ice. Even the sun, now casting light upon this magic place, will eventually churn through its fuel and fizzle out as if it was never there.

The girl knew all of this, because she was a being of nature. She knew death was the great equalizer of all things.

But she had seen the affairs of man. Empires bloated and fell, the blossoming emotions of love gave way to cold familiarity, the constructs of great minds fell into rusty disrepair and were reclaimed by nature. Death too brought such artificial things back to the earth.

She thought on this as she gazed over the burning village, its inhabitants all laying dead and bloody in the road from the release of her power. Wooden shacks crackled among the sound of the rumbling wind. Weapons lay, unused, inches from the charred hands of warriors. Mothers clutched their children in one final act of tenderness.

Of course, as a being of nature, she never knew tenderness.

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