Post by Solomon Koukon on Mar 28, 2009 19:03:57 GMT -4
Dear Father,
I wish I knew how to start this, I really do. There are so many things I want to tell you. And whereas I originally couldn't wait to write them in this letter, I sit here with this pen in my hand frozen; paralyzed by the wrist because frankly, I'm nervous to no extent right now.
I guess I can start by saying that mom is dead; murdered by the pack for marrying you... and for having me. I dreamed about her a few nights past. Sometimes I wonder if that is the reason why you never came back from Heaven; if by some type of ability you knew that she would die and she would join you up there one day. Did you ever think about me? Did you ever think that there was a possibility that I still needed you down here?
I don't know if I'm acting selfish or if I have the right to argue about this situation. All I know is that... I miss you. I miss you and I want to see you again. It's been so hard growing up since you left. I only say that I might have been acting selfish earlier because I don't necessarily know if it was your choice to leave or not. But I know you can understand why it's hard for me not to point fingers on a subject such as delicate as this.
If this letter is blessed by a miracle from your brethren and this reaches you, then I just want you to know this; I will not rest until I find you. Wherever you are, no matter the situation, whether your absence was voluntary or mandatory, I will see you again. And when I do, I hope that you are the same man I loved as a cub now that I am a man. I love you, pappa.
Your son,
Solomon
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Solomon held the letter in his hand as he stood on a mountainside cliff, allowing the wind to dance the paper in his hand as it was doing the same with his hair. He stared into the sky; the sun in between two mountain-sized clouds shining a ray of glorious light around the young Youkai's area of stance, yet not on the Youkai exactly. The clouds more sooner than later started to collide with each other, blocking the sun's stereotypical heavenly ray of light. Solomon narrowed his eyes at the covering of the sun, and looked at the letter in his hand.
He raised it to the level of his face, once again reading the letter word for word. He made sure that there were no errors, no typos; he made sure that there was nothing in the letter that he would resent when he immortalized his thoughts on to paper. His eyes were still narrowed, even after reviewing it for the fifth time. But it was not the eyes of the young Youkai that brought confirmation of completion. No, not the eyes; it was his lips. With a small, yet affective smirk, Solomon knew that the letter was ready for departure.
As the strong mountain wind blew on his back, Solomon released the letter out of his possession. He watched it twirl and bend into the skies above, embarking on an epic journey that somehow Solomon knew would only end in disappointment just like all the ones before it. But apparently, that could not stop the young Youkai from giving up hope.
He placed his hands in his coat pockets as he continued to watch the letter fly until he could see it no longer. And with the letter exiting his line of vision came a sigh ordained with exhaustion, sadness and faith. Such an odd mixture of emotions from such a youth as himself.
"I'll find you, dad," he quietly said to himself. His eyes narrowed again. "I promise."
And so Solomon once again returned into the cold of the snow, sadly admitting to himself it was the only comfort that he had left.
I wish I knew how to start this, I really do. There are so many things I want to tell you. And whereas I originally couldn't wait to write them in this letter, I sit here with this pen in my hand frozen; paralyzed by the wrist because frankly, I'm nervous to no extent right now.
I guess I can start by saying that mom is dead; murdered by the pack for marrying you... and for having me. I dreamed about her a few nights past. Sometimes I wonder if that is the reason why you never came back from Heaven; if by some type of ability you knew that she would die and she would join you up there one day. Did you ever think about me? Did you ever think that there was a possibility that I still needed you down here?
I don't know if I'm acting selfish or if I have the right to argue about this situation. All I know is that... I miss you. I miss you and I want to see you again. It's been so hard growing up since you left. I only say that I might have been acting selfish earlier because I don't necessarily know if it was your choice to leave or not. But I know you can understand why it's hard for me not to point fingers on a subject such as delicate as this.
If this letter is blessed by a miracle from your brethren and this reaches you, then I just want you to know this; I will not rest until I find you. Wherever you are, no matter the situation, whether your absence was voluntary or mandatory, I will see you again. And when I do, I hope that you are the same man I loved as a cub now that I am a man. I love you, pappa.
Your son,
Solomon
_______________________________________
Solomon held the letter in his hand as he stood on a mountainside cliff, allowing the wind to dance the paper in his hand as it was doing the same with his hair. He stared into the sky; the sun in between two mountain-sized clouds shining a ray of glorious light around the young Youkai's area of stance, yet not on the Youkai exactly. The clouds more sooner than later started to collide with each other, blocking the sun's stereotypical heavenly ray of light. Solomon narrowed his eyes at the covering of the sun, and looked at the letter in his hand.
He raised it to the level of his face, once again reading the letter word for word. He made sure that there were no errors, no typos; he made sure that there was nothing in the letter that he would resent when he immortalized his thoughts on to paper. His eyes were still narrowed, even after reviewing it for the fifth time. But it was not the eyes of the young Youkai that brought confirmation of completion. No, not the eyes; it was his lips. With a small, yet affective smirk, Solomon knew that the letter was ready for departure.
As the strong mountain wind blew on his back, Solomon released the letter out of his possession. He watched it twirl and bend into the skies above, embarking on an epic journey that somehow Solomon knew would only end in disappointment just like all the ones before it. But apparently, that could not stop the young Youkai from giving up hope.
He placed his hands in his coat pockets as he continued to watch the letter fly until he could see it no longer. And with the letter exiting his line of vision came a sigh ordained with exhaustion, sadness and faith. Such an odd mixture of emotions from such a youth as himself.
"I'll find you, dad," he quietly said to himself. His eyes narrowed again. "I promise."
And so Solomon once again returned into the cold of the snow, sadly admitting to himself it was the only comfort that he had left.
