08-20-2014, 09:17 PM
Royce trudged forward. Step... ...Step... St...ep . .. ... .... .. . . ... Step.................................
When in the world did he get so tired? Each movement caused his body to burst into flames. He was sore, exhausted, dehydrated and what could possibly be the onset of delirium....and...proud? Ah, yes. Each fiery step was a harsh reminder of the good work had had put in. Wear and tear today is strength and power tomorrow, his father used to say. Royce felt a smile crawl across his face. He straightened his posture. He took out a deep breath and let out a relieved sigh.
His second wind was not a moment too soon. Each step was no longer pain, it was a challenge. Could he press on? WILL HE PRESS ON!? His legs constantly challenged him, and Royce responded each time with a HELL YES- internally of course. He was really feeling it now, like he was invincible or-
Waitwhatwasthat?
His head whipped around to face the figure he barely saw out of the corner of his eye. There it was. Beautiful. Elegant. Flawless. The clouds parted and sent down a golden ray of sunshine, piercing the darkness around, as if the goddess herself was descending from the heavens, glorifying the magnificence of what Royce had the blessing of witnessing. It truly was...perfection.
"Inn"
The sign lazily swung in the light wind, occasionally kicking a tad extra go the occasional breeze. Its hinges squeaked, as if gears grinding, trying to resist the wind. To Royce, it was as if the voice of the angels were calling to him- "Here, here is the heaven you seek. Here is where all things being and end. Here is where life finally has meaning."
Royce had to hold back his uncontrollable joy. There it was, Shangri-La...at last. Royce took careful steps forward, he did not want to seem overly anxious. He was, after all, on sacred ground. He put his hand on the door, ready to swing it open and be embraced by the goddess's love and warmth within.
This was it...
When in the world did he get so tired? Each movement caused his body to burst into flames. He was sore, exhausted, dehydrated and what could possibly be the onset of delirium....and...proud? Ah, yes. Each fiery step was a harsh reminder of the good work had had put in. Wear and tear today is strength and power tomorrow, his father used to say. Royce felt a smile crawl across his face. He straightened his posture. He took out a deep breath and let out a relieved sigh.
His second wind was not a moment too soon. Each step was no longer pain, it was a challenge. Could he press on? WILL HE PRESS ON!? His legs constantly challenged him, and Royce responded each time with a HELL YES- internally of course. He was really feeling it now, like he was invincible or-
Waitwhatwasthat?
His head whipped around to face the figure he barely saw out of the corner of his eye. There it was. Beautiful. Elegant. Flawless. The clouds parted and sent down a golden ray of sunshine, piercing the darkness around, as if the goddess herself was descending from the heavens, glorifying the magnificence of what Royce had the blessing of witnessing. It truly was...perfection.
"Inn"
The sign lazily swung in the light wind, occasionally kicking a tad extra go the occasional breeze. Its hinges squeaked, as if gears grinding, trying to resist the wind. To Royce, it was as if the voice of the angels were calling to him- "Here, here is the heaven you seek. Here is where all things being and end. Here is where life finally has meaning."
Royce had to hold back his uncontrollable joy. There it was, Shangri-La...at last. Royce took careful steps forward, he did not want to seem overly anxious. He was, after all, on sacred ground. He put his hand on the door, ready to swing it open and be embraced by the goddess's love and warmth within.
This was it...