Chapter Seven: Dark Flight
Dedication: the usual suspects
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More freaky wierd monolouges that come straight from lirpa's twisted psyche. Be afraid, be very afraid. ;) Just kidding. Enjoy, and, as always, I love feedback.
Mystic Circle (7/?)
Chapter Seven: Dark Flight
by lirpa
The night is a dark time, and it seems my life has been lived int he night, in the darkness. It is a darkness that has consumed me, eaten at my soul everyday for the last 150 years. The discrimination was terrible then, it still is. I'm tired now, but I'm always tired. The world has sapped my strength, taken everything tat I've ever had to give it. Mother Earth has been a greedy bitch. I was once a shaman for a Native tribe on the West Coast. It was a fufilling life for me. Thepeople looked at me with something like awe, and I soaked it up. I didn't realize that in the white man's world I was a freak. Something to be put in a circus or killed because of my gift. So for the longest time I was part ofr a circus of travelling oddities. I never forgot my roots, how I was raised though. It seems, however, that Mother Earth forgot about this son.
*Flashback*
"How are we to do this, Spotted Calf?" I asked, "We will surely be seen."
"You worry too much, He-Who-Sees. No one will see us because they are all too busy with other things. We will simply leave camp and never come back. We will be able to see the world, not just this reservation," she sounded so sur of herself, of us, of what we could do that I believed her. And I went with her.
*End Flashback*
It wasn't the picture she'd drawn for me though, There was no acceptance outside the reservation. We were Injuns, lesser beings. We spoke English, we were American, and we were lesser beings. Beings people took offense of, people who weren't allowed to go certain places, who suffered for the prejudices of a nation.
And it wasn't long after we left the reservation that Spoted Calf sickened. I tried to nurse her back to health, tried all the techniques I had been taught. She died in the fall, leaving me alone in the white man's world.
*Flashback*
"No, Spotted Calfm don't go. I need you here with me."
"It was not how I saw it."
"What?"
"The white man's world. It is a cruel place. If I had the choice again I would have stayed on thej reservation. If I were to die of starvation there at least I would be among my family."
"I as well."
"I'm sorry..." she broke into a coughing fits, "I'm sorry to have dragged you out here into this world of pain and suffering."
"I chose to come."
"I am still sorry." she coughed again, like she was coughing up her sould itself.
"Be strong, He-Who Sees. Your road is long." I could not think of anything to say to that and before I had time to think about anything, really, she was gone.
*End Flashback*
So I became part of the circus, my talent lending itself well to the freakshow I was a part of. You mean they haven't given you the Don't-feed-the bears- speech yet? I'm not a bear, but I can change my shape at will. I tend towards birds and lighter mammals, like squirrels and mice and such.
Spent a long time in that freakshow, strangely I don't age, immortal. Don't heal faster though, I could use that with all the injuries I get in the rimg.
Most people are telling you how they met hom, but I didn't meet him, he met me. I joined this company and for months no one knew my secret. I knew all of theirs, because people speak freely in front of squirrels and mice and sparrows. They thought I was normal though, they called me their tokan human. I used to laugh myself sick some nights after lisetenign to conversations half the monster locker-room didn't know about. They found out eventually of course. Not before I was ready for them to, though. They don't see me pullin the strings to my little puppet show. They don't like me, besides Jeff, who likes everyone, and I don't like them, besides Jeff, who everyone likes.
I'm used to being hated though, so it doesn't bother me. They can hate me 'til the stars fall from the sky and I will only pity them. I was once a great shaman who could change shape and rteceived visions from the gods. I am still that same person. I have felt no need to change for human or monster and they envy my self-confidence. What they don't realize is that I have seen my own death, I am not afraid to rejoin Mother Earth. It is time for her to give me teh peace of the dead, for all that she has taken from me. I count the days until I can return home, and see my people again.
When I was in the circus I turned into only one animal, a black bird. The Raven. Once it was my totem, now it is my name, my very identity. I fly at night, in the dark, the flight of those who know death, the dark flight.
