The Unborne
2009-01-05, 01:27 AM
Pitter, patter...
Rain, the only intruder to ever make it into the village, flooded the streets as the village’s children were dragged from their homes and brought in procession in front of the Chapel of the Constructor. The structure itself stood out against all other buildings within the village; there were no curves to be seen only triangles and rectangles making up its foundation. High up, above all of those perfectly stacked bricks, a small window sat barely below the steeple.
A gentle zephyr of incense crept its way out the window to be dispersed by the falling rain. An aged-old man stepped closer and opened the window to look up at the grey sky. Thin rays of light breeched the heavy, rain-filled clouds and gently found their way to the venerable man’s face. The sunrays highlighted the old man’s wrinkles and hawk-like nose. The light exposed the Elder’s face to the outside world. His eyes dropped from the heavens and followed the falling droplets of rain to the village below. A shiver rose up the Elder’s spine as he gracefully closed the window and returned to dark the recesses of his room.
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Daniel
Today was a slow day for Daniel. Upon awaking, he trekked sluggishly through the mud-ridden yards to reach his uncle’s farm. All the animals ominously retreated to their stables as the weather grew worse. Daniel spent the rest of his morning studying the village below and taking haphazard notes when the rain let up. He watched as the village’s guards marched like ants to every home and bringing children out from them; the child saw one man walk into Daniel’s own home, come out, and turn towards the farm. It would not have taken someone as observant as Daniel to realize he was being looked for like every other child down below.
It took a couple minutes for the gruff man to reach Daniel; without speaking, Daniel started to walk towards the village as the guard came near and prepared to say something to the child. The guard simply shook his head when he realized Daniel wouldn’t hang around to listen to his given instructions. The man followed the kid back to the village, but sped up to lead Daniel in front of the Chapel of the Constructor.
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Reggie and Dalmorn
A knock came to the blacksmith’s door. One of Head Constructionists of the village rushed into the house causing a small scuffle with Reggie and Dalmon’s father. After a quick and quiet discourse, the smith barged in on the brothers and woke them up. He told both of them solemnly to follow Brother Bently to the Chapel and listen for their instructions. The brothers obeyed without a question. Dalmorn graciously followed knowing he wouldn’t need to endure another awkward breakfast with his family; however, Reggie was reluctant to miss one day of blacksmithing.
Once the trio reached the chapel, Brother Bently told them both to wait outside with the other children and made his way into the chapel. Dalmorn noticed silently how pale the Head Constructionist looked today.
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Sable
It took Cender most of the morning to wake up the youthful Sable, but to his dismay, the young woman jokingly opens her eyes revealing she was awake the entire time. Her father crassly cussed aloud as he tried explaining today was like no other day. He grabbed Sable by her arm and pointed outside the door at the already busy village. Cender led his jester-like daughter outside and told her to line up in front of the Chapel. Today was not a day for jokes and laughter…
Maybe to Cender it was not, but Sable was still able to frolic towards the younger children of the village and sing them songs on their ways toward the church. As she finally approached the chapel, she found herself being stared at by the grown-ups standing guard in front of Constructionist church. They pointed to an open spot in line for her to fall in at.
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Elijah
The town’s guards keep their distance from Elijah and hold their noses as they guide him down the streets. This is for good reason since Elijah had already spent his morning tending to the waste of the farm animals and spreading them out in hope for good crops. Fritz is the only willing mammal to stick close to him as they draw nearer to the Chapel of the Constructor. The two men accompanying Elijah tell him to group up with the other children.
It became obvious real fast who of the children worked the farms and who didn’t once the odor started diffusing through the air. Fritz hopped merrily around the group of children sniffing at each one of them. A few yelps of joy cry out above the sound of falling rain as the dog finds Marino, Issac, and Terem. The boys look around and wave at Elijah to come join them.
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Varijia
Uncle Vern, the head of the protective body of the village, scoured his home looking for his young niece. Looking all around was difficult for a man wearing an eye patch, he was only half as good at searching with his right eye, so he switched the eye patch over and let his left eye do the rest of the searching. Finally, he spotted little Varijia hiding in the shadows of in the kitchen. Uncle Vern called her name and told her he could see her. Little Varijia came out from the shadows and looked to her uncle questioningly.
The man ran up to her to give her a hug, but something sharp pointed out from her and pricked him on his arm. He furiously shook his hand and sucked on the small wound. Vern then pointed outside and told her to go on ahead and line up with the others. Varijia stood straight and walked out towards the chapel vigilant as to keep her rapier from touching the ankle-high mud.
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The village’s children wait outside the chapel for a whole hour while their boots and ankles sank deeper into the mud. The village’s Head Guardsman hurries from his home and catches up to the adolescents while wrapping up a cut on his right arm. Captain Vern stands in front of the line and fixes his eye patch over his left eye again. He stands there for a good fifteen minutes looking back and forth at the assembled children. Vern opens his mouth to speak, but quickly shuts it tight and waits for someone to ask the obvious.
Rain, the only intruder to ever make it into the village, flooded the streets as the village’s children were dragged from their homes and brought in procession in front of the Chapel of the Constructor. The structure itself stood out against all other buildings within the village; there were no curves to be seen only triangles and rectangles making up its foundation. High up, above all of those perfectly stacked bricks, a small window sat barely below the steeple.
A gentle zephyr of incense crept its way out the window to be dispersed by the falling rain. An aged-old man stepped closer and opened the window to look up at the grey sky. Thin rays of light breeched the heavy, rain-filled clouds and gently found their way to the venerable man’s face. The sunrays highlighted the old man’s wrinkles and hawk-like nose. The light exposed the Elder’s face to the outside world. His eyes dropped from the heavens and followed the falling droplets of rain to the village below. A shiver rose up the Elder’s spine as he gracefully closed the window and returned to dark the recesses of his room.
********************************
Daniel
Today was a slow day for Daniel. Upon awaking, he trekked sluggishly through the mud-ridden yards to reach his uncle’s farm. All the animals ominously retreated to their stables as the weather grew worse. Daniel spent the rest of his morning studying the village below and taking haphazard notes when the rain let up. He watched as the village’s guards marched like ants to every home and bringing children out from them; the child saw one man walk into Daniel’s own home, come out, and turn towards the farm. It would not have taken someone as observant as Daniel to realize he was being looked for like every other child down below.
It took a couple minutes for the gruff man to reach Daniel; without speaking, Daniel started to walk towards the village as the guard came near and prepared to say something to the child. The guard simply shook his head when he realized Daniel wouldn’t hang around to listen to his given instructions. The man followed the kid back to the village, but sped up to lead Daniel in front of the Chapel of the Constructor.
********************************
Reggie and Dalmorn
A knock came to the blacksmith’s door. One of Head Constructionists of the village rushed into the house causing a small scuffle with Reggie and Dalmon’s father. After a quick and quiet discourse, the smith barged in on the brothers and woke them up. He told both of them solemnly to follow Brother Bently to the Chapel and listen for their instructions. The brothers obeyed without a question. Dalmorn graciously followed knowing he wouldn’t need to endure another awkward breakfast with his family; however, Reggie was reluctant to miss one day of blacksmithing.
Once the trio reached the chapel, Brother Bently told them both to wait outside with the other children and made his way into the chapel. Dalmorn noticed silently how pale the Head Constructionist looked today.
********************************
Sable
It took Cender most of the morning to wake up the youthful Sable, but to his dismay, the young woman jokingly opens her eyes revealing she was awake the entire time. Her father crassly cussed aloud as he tried explaining today was like no other day. He grabbed Sable by her arm and pointed outside the door at the already busy village. Cender led his jester-like daughter outside and told her to line up in front of the Chapel. Today was not a day for jokes and laughter…
Maybe to Cender it was not, but Sable was still able to frolic towards the younger children of the village and sing them songs on their ways toward the church. As she finally approached the chapel, she found herself being stared at by the grown-ups standing guard in front of Constructionist church. They pointed to an open spot in line for her to fall in at.
********************************
Elijah
The town’s guards keep their distance from Elijah and hold their noses as they guide him down the streets. This is for good reason since Elijah had already spent his morning tending to the waste of the farm animals and spreading them out in hope for good crops. Fritz is the only willing mammal to stick close to him as they draw nearer to the Chapel of the Constructor. The two men accompanying Elijah tell him to group up with the other children.
It became obvious real fast who of the children worked the farms and who didn’t once the odor started diffusing through the air. Fritz hopped merrily around the group of children sniffing at each one of them. A few yelps of joy cry out above the sound of falling rain as the dog finds Marino, Issac, and Terem. The boys look around and wave at Elijah to come join them.
********************************
Varijia
Uncle Vern, the head of the protective body of the village, scoured his home looking for his young niece. Looking all around was difficult for a man wearing an eye patch, he was only half as good at searching with his right eye, so he switched the eye patch over and let his left eye do the rest of the searching. Finally, he spotted little Varijia hiding in the shadows of in the kitchen. Uncle Vern called her name and told her he could see her. Little Varijia came out from the shadows and looked to her uncle questioningly.
The man ran up to her to give her a hug, but something sharp pointed out from her and pricked him on his arm. He furiously shook his hand and sucked on the small wound. Vern then pointed outside and told her to go on ahead and line up with the others. Varijia stood straight and walked out towards the chapel vigilant as to keep her rapier from touching the ankle-high mud.
********************************
The village’s children wait outside the chapel for a whole hour while their boots and ankles sank deeper into the mud. The village’s Head Guardsman hurries from his home and catches up to the adolescents while wrapping up a cut on his right arm. Captain Vern stands in front of the line and fixes his eye patch over his left eye again. He stands there for a good fifteen minutes looking back and forth at the assembled children. Vern opens his mouth to speak, but quickly shuts it tight and waits for someone to ask the obvious.