Post by twilight on Aug 21, 2018 13:15:46 GMT -5
My name was Hassa. I was born near the nile, in a small village new Ailas. I was born in 509 BC. This was my first life, I think. I was 12 years old. But I felt out of place. In our village we were all farmers and harvesters. We would trade crops for things our village needed. It was a simple life and yet I felt restless. I kept looking towards the horizon. I never saw anything and nothing saw me.
My mother worried about me. I was so different from my siblings. I would often go off exploring on my own. I never realized how dangerous it was though. Many times our people were taken for slaves. But a part of me hungered for someplace new. I knew there had to be more to life than our small community. But I didnt know what. I would never know what lay beyond the horizon. A day after my 14th birthday I decided it was time to leave. My father was greatful. One less headache to worry about. My mother begged me not to leave. But we both knew if I didnt leave I would never be happy and never let anyone near me be happy. My brothers and sisters cried, they were all younger than me, but none of them new me very well. I was just the strange older brother who always climbed trees and kept looking towards the sky.
I packed up what I needed, lots of dried meats and dates and olives, as well as a few clothing items and my trusty knife which I had made myself. And off I went in search of a new life. I never saw my family again. That was the last time I saw them.
I wandered through the lands for a few months, fishing what I needed, I was not a good hunter. And one day I ran across a talking tree. Yes you heard that right. A tree that spoke. At first I thought it was some sort of jest. The tree didnt really have a face, a knot for a mouth, branches for eyes. It told me if I wished it of him, I could live forever. And a chance to see the entire world, from now till the end of time. He said I would witness the birth of nations, the destructions of races, the end of the world as we know and when dawn rises I would be in a new world, a Joyful world, a joyful village, Jeville. To be immortal and see all that there was to see, live all, experience all, be all. How could I say no?
The tree of life told me I should climb down its bark through the center of its bark through the ground, through the rock and stone, through time and space itself and when I arrived in Jeville I would no longer be Hassa of Ailas. I would be reborn, and nothing would ever stop me from witnessing the Twilight of creation and final destruction. It was a mistake I made, a mistake that would never end. I never saw Tree again, he must of laughed when he was able to trick me. Eternal life and rebirth came with a price, you were a resident of Jeville, and this particular hell was meant for the hungry and impatient ones like myself. Those who believed they were meant for more. But I quickly learned the only more we get is the life we are given and the end of that life.
I never knew how much that meant to me till I was given more. And more is just too much. We should all be happy with the one life we were gifted, otherwise find yourself a member of Jeville in a hell that will not end.
Now onto a different type of hell that will not end. I am speaking to you Jackson Kent. Your reign as champion is at an end. You will no longer claim that title, it will go back to where it rightfully belongs with me.
You have lived a good life, married a good woman, lead a fruitful life. Be content with that, be happy with that. But most of all Jackson if you are unable to be a good IC Champion then please step aside and let someone else do it.
Fade to light
My mother worried about me. I was so different from my siblings. I would often go off exploring on my own. I never realized how dangerous it was though. Many times our people were taken for slaves. But a part of me hungered for someplace new. I knew there had to be more to life than our small community. But I didnt know what. I would never know what lay beyond the horizon. A day after my 14th birthday I decided it was time to leave. My father was greatful. One less headache to worry about. My mother begged me not to leave. But we both knew if I didnt leave I would never be happy and never let anyone near me be happy. My brothers and sisters cried, they were all younger than me, but none of them new me very well. I was just the strange older brother who always climbed trees and kept looking towards the sky.
I packed up what I needed, lots of dried meats and dates and olives, as well as a few clothing items and my trusty knife which I had made myself. And off I went in search of a new life. I never saw my family again. That was the last time I saw them.
I wandered through the lands for a few months, fishing what I needed, I was not a good hunter. And one day I ran across a talking tree. Yes you heard that right. A tree that spoke. At first I thought it was some sort of jest. The tree didnt really have a face, a knot for a mouth, branches for eyes. It told me if I wished it of him, I could live forever. And a chance to see the entire world, from now till the end of time. He said I would witness the birth of nations, the destructions of races, the end of the world as we know and when dawn rises I would be in a new world, a Joyful world, a joyful village, Jeville. To be immortal and see all that there was to see, live all, experience all, be all. How could I say no?
The tree of life told me I should climb down its bark through the center of its bark through the ground, through the rock and stone, through time and space itself and when I arrived in Jeville I would no longer be Hassa of Ailas. I would be reborn, and nothing would ever stop me from witnessing the Twilight of creation and final destruction. It was a mistake I made, a mistake that would never end. I never saw Tree again, he must of laughed when he was able to trick me. Eternal life and rebirth came with a price, you were a resident of Jeville, and this particular hell was meant for the hungry and impatient ones like myself. Those who believed they were meant for more. But I quickly learned the only more we get is the life we are given and the end of that life.
I never knew how much that meant to me till I was given more. And more is just too much. We should all be happy with the one life we were gifted, otherwise find yourself a member of Jeville in a hell that will not end.
Now onto a different type of hell that will not end. I am speaking to you Jackson Kent. Your reign as champion is at an end. You will no longer claim that title, it will go back to where it rightfully belongs with me.
You have lived a good life, married a good woman, lead a fruitful life. Be content with that, be happy with that. But most of all Jackson if you are unable to be a good IC Champion then please step aside and let someone else do it.
Fade to light
