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asreoninfusionWell, I am, once again, stuck in the library for hours with nothing to do (I've already read enough to give me a headache ^^;; Or maybe its this computer screen - its all smudgy and its got light glaring against it and I have to keep squinting at it to actually seen anything.) So, as I did last time I was stuck here, I'm going to annoy everyone with a pointless update, yay...
First of all, I shall do a random short piece of writingness *nods* Even though I suck at those. But I need something vaguely creative to give this post the pretence of a purpose... Erm...
Meh. This a possible prologue for a story I'll probably never write. I think the concept has the possibilty of being interesting though, so I may as well write it somewhere so it's not wasted. Nothing worse than a wasted idea. I actually wrote it a while ago, but being on the library computer I don't have access to the original version, so I'll see if I can remember it. Maybe I can improve it a bit or something...
This is the legend of the Contravenous.
They say that the World is formed through the existence of Truth. Each Truth, each Fact, is like a thread, a strand of reality. Every one of these threads is interwined, woven together to form the Fabric of the World. It is this Fabric that separates what is Real and what is Imaginary, that winnows the Right from the Wrong.
Some believe that you can find the Truth, if you search for it. And if you search hard enough, you can see it, feel it, begin to understand it. Begin to understand how the Truths exist, how they join together to form the World. And if you can understand how something is made... well, is that not the first step to being able to make it yourself?
The Contravenous saw the Truth, they understood it. And, through many long eras, they began to not only understand the Truth, but to control it. With mortal hands they found they could twist a strand of Truth and alter the entire pattern of reality.
It was an abomination. Such power does not belong to the mortal mind, yet they took it. They grew greedy, and in lust for ever greater power abused that which they already had. Chaos took over. The order that Truth had held prevalent for millenia was lost, as Truth itself was lost. For what was Truth, if it was not absolute, undoubtable? What was Truth if it could be rewritten on the whims of a mere human?
Such Chaos was more than the Contravenous could ever hope to control. It consumed the World, and the World consumed them. The Lands lay ravaged, broken and dying, their children wailing at their loss. The Truths that had been strong and unbreakable were now nothing, their threads snapped, the whole of the Fabric unravelling.
One truth there was made; a false truth, a created truth, but a Truth that would save them.
"No mortal can have or has ever had the power to alter the Truth"
For eras the World convulsed, but slowly, slowly the Fabric rewove itself in accordance with this Truth. As for the Contravenous, they lost all power. They lost all that they had gained, and even more, for Truth now denied their existance. Whispers of them were all that remained. Both they and their power passed into an unspoken legend, trapped somewhere in the Fabric of the World between what is, what was, and what might have been...
I can never think of a good ending for it, and just leaving it like that makes it feel unfinished to me. Ah well. I only have just over five minutes before I get kicked off the computer (damn my exceedingly slow writing >.<) so I suppose I better hurry up.
The other thing I wanted to say is that I get my GSCE results tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, I probably should care more than I do. In fact, the only reason I mentioned it is because on Friday I have to go to Nonsuch place to either enrol if the results are good enough, or "discuss my options" if they're not. Unfortunately - though no doubt typically - that little visit happens to coincide with MSNing time *sigh* So yes. That is my long winded way of saying I may not be online on Friday ^^;; Though hopefully I will be able to get online eventually... I might just be an hour or two late... -_-''
Anyways, the computer is beeping annoyedly at me, so I suppose I should save before it logs me off and I lose everything I've written (which has been known to happen. Damn library computers >.<)
Ja ne!
First of all, I shall do a random short piece of writingness *nods* Even though I suck at those. But I need something vaguely creative to give this post the pretence of a purpose... Erm...
Meh. This a possible prologue for a story I'll probably never write. I think the concept has the possibilty of being interesting though, so I may as well write it somewhere so it's not wasted. Nothing worse than a wasted idea. I actually wrote it a while ago, but being on the library computer I don't have access to the original version, so I'll see if I can remember it. Maybe I can improve it a bit or something...
This is the legend of the Contravenous.
They say that the World is formed through the existence of Truth. Each Truth, each Fact, is like a thread, a strand of reality. Every one of these threads is interwined, woven together to form the Fabric of the World. It is this Fabric that separates what is Real and what is Imaginary, that winnows the Right from the Wrong.
Some believe that you can find the Truth, if you search for it. And if you search hard enough, you can see it, feel it, begin to understand it. Begin to understand how the Truths exist, how they join together to form the World. And if you can understand how something is made... well, is that not the first step to being able to make it yourself?
The Contravenous saw the Truth, they understood it. And, through many long eras, they began to not only understand the Truth, but to control it. With mortal hands they found they could twist a strand of Truth and alter the entire pattern of reality.
It was an abomination. Such power does not belong to the mortal mind, yet they took it. They grew greedy, and in lust for ever greater power abused that which they already had. Chaos took over. The order that Truth had held prevalent for millenia was lost, as Truth itself was lost. For what was Truth, if it was not absolute, undoubtable? What was Truth if it could be rewritten on the whims of a mere human?
Such Chaos was more than the Contravenous could ever hope to control. It consumed the World, and the World consumed them. The Lands lay ravaged, broken and dying, their children wailing at their loss. The Truths that had been strong and unbreakable were now nothing, their threads snapped, the whole of the Fabric unravelling.
One truth there was made; a false truth, a created truth, but a Truth that would save them.
"No mortal can have or has ever had the power to alter the Truth"
For eras the World convulsed, but slowly, slowly the Fabric rewove itself in accordance with this Truth. As for the Contravenous, they lost all power. They lost all that they had gained, and even more, for Truth now denied their existance. Whispers of them were all that remained. Both they and their power passed into an unspoken legend, trapped somewhere in the Fabric of the World between what is, what was, and what might have been...
I can never think of a good ending for it, and just leaving it like that makes it feel unfinished to me. Ah well. I only have just over five minutes before I get kicked off the computer (damn my exceedingly slow writing >.<) so I suppose I better hurry up.
The other thing I wanted to say is that I get my GSCE results tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, I probably should care more than I do. In fact, the only reason I mentioned it is because on Friday I have to go to Nonsuch place to either enrol if the results are good enough, or "discuss my options" if they're not. Unfortunately - though no doubt typically - that little visit happens to coincide with MSNing time *sigh* So yes. That is my long winded way of saying I may not be online on Friday ^^;; Though hopefully I will be able to get online eventually... I might just be an hour or two late... -_-''
Anyways, the computer is beeping annoyedly at me, so I suppose I should save before it logs me off and I lose everything I've written (which has been known to happen. Damn library computers >.<)
Ja ne!
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Good luck!
Date: 2008-08-23 07:34 am (UTC)*chews fingernails*
That piece of story blows my mind. You must have an insanely good memory in that head of yours, along with crazy amounts of creativity and imagination. :D