its been three years since my banishment, and more and more i miss home. i guess it makes since to start from the beginning. i come from a town called Blackwind. the town is isolated and way out in the middle of the great sea. my mother was a well known bard she would sing of great warriors and would go on great adventures. i remember she would sing me to sleep when i was still just a young boy. on my 14th birthday she bout me my first instrument, a small guitar. i played that thing till i popped every string on it. my mother laughed when i showed her the guitar with my saddened face. i was afraid she would scold me but instead she laughed and told me " its okay, strings can be replaced" by the time i turned 18 i had become a well accomplished bard myself. not nearly as great as my mother who was now to old to go on adventures. but i always felt there was more to me then just being a bard that i was destined for something greater. i started writing my own songs telling of stories of heart break or stories of rage fueled acts. my mother enjoyed my music but the elders of my town found my music "vulgar and obsence" they would claim that my music has no place in this world that it was a disrespect to what a bard is. so i stopped playing my music publically and returned to being just a bard, but never did i stop singing my songs for my mother. on my mothers 50th birthday, i a man of 20 now preformed a song for my mother, it just so happened the elders came by to honor my mother that day. they stood outside and listened. i barely got half way through my song before they banged on the door and demanded it open. they came in shouting saying that my music can not be aloud to continue and that i must be banished. that a bard is supposed to sing song to uplift the spirit. i pleaded with them that my music does, but they ignored me. the next morning i stood before the council and they sentenced me to banishment, my mother cried for them to show mercy but her words fell on deft ears. to them my music was the greatest insult they had ever seen. that nite when i left my mother gave me the towns relic, the ash choir. she told me the story of the guitar and how it would protect me on my journey. then she held me in her arms. tears ran streaming down her face. she knew it would be the last time she held her son and i knew it would be the last time i would see my mothers face and hear her sweet voice. she kissed me on the forehead and sent me on my way... that night i played loudly on the guitar as the boat sailed for a new world, a foreign world. a world know as Gaia
Oricris Black · Tue May 18, 2010 @ 05:09am · 0 Comments |