Monday, September 5, 2005

   9/5/05 1:31 p.m. Save Us from Our Sins
Here's a brief synposis on a story I'm planning on writing. It's not the best, but for 1:00 in the morning on a Monday (that's when I wrote it.) That's as good as it's going to get.

Save Us from Our Sins

All across the land men, women, and children have been dying of a mysterious diseased called “Grekh” or “Sin.” There have been whole families wiped out by this disease, yet one child remains unaffected, but without family; over and over, this story is repeated. They are sent to orphanages, or try to find family, but no one will take the children who survive the deadly plague. They are treated as outcasts. Some run away from the orphanages, since they are treated so badly. They find the last place where they can be accepted. A place they all know, deep down in their hearts, even if they have never been there. There is a caretaker for them there, a man in his early forties. He too, has survived the deadly plague. He takes the children in as if they where his own. He tells them that someday, they will save the world from Grekh. They will be called and they will travel through many trials and tribulations to get to God himself, and there, they will save the world from Grekh.

Years later, the children are no longer children, though Grekh still plagues the world. Most of the children are in their late twenties or early thirties, though still they do not know of what their caretaker was talking about, what seems like so many years ago. Then, one day while they are all talking about the story their caretaker had told them long ago, they hear it, The Calling. It is like sweet, beautiful music that is beckoning them to follow. It lasts long enough for them to know that it is coming from the east. “We must follow it. It is our calling.” One from the group says. They pack their things and head out to the east.

They reach the first city to the east of their old home. The city is named Sanji and is in chaos. They travel through the city, which has a thick smell of rotting flesh. The meet a little girl, who was curled up in a corner, and ask her what she is doing there. The girl looks up at them with eyes that seek death and says, “Waiting for death. If I wait, he should come to take me.” One from the group steps forward. “If you are like us, Grekh will not harm you. If you want a home, set out to the west, and there you will find a man who will take care of you.” The girl stood up and said, “Thank you.” Then she left. The group travels around the city and see rotting carcasses everywhere. Here and there, they see signs of life, signs of people struggling to survive Grekh. But the group is helpless; they don’t know how they can help. They eventually come to a nicely decorated building that has a sign above it reading, “Village Elder.” The group goes inside and discovers the Elder sitting on a chair. They ask him why he is there and he replies, “I will stay here with my people until the whole world is either destroyed by or saved from Grekh.” The group tells him that they will save the world from Grekh, and the old man laughs. “How can you youngsters save the world from Grekh? You don’t have the wisdom!” One from the group steps forward. “We have a calling, a calling to save the world.” He says in a soft voice. “Someday, we will save the world from Grekh.” The Elder laughs again, “Go ahead and try, you will not succeed.” The group does not get discouraged by the old man’s words and leave his house.


It's not finished, but I'll add more later.
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