Sunday, July 8, 2007

Nana feels good
Remember how Nana has been in writersblock with her novel. Well Nana has gotten some thngs done that have connected a few of the pieces together.
Here is a small thing that foreshadows things to come.

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“I admit that your heart is in the right place but,” An aged man spoke softly from the opposite side of the large round table, “whether he stays or leaves, they will still come here.”
Salvo nodded, “I understand your concern. Though I don’t think you are looking at the bigger picture.” His firm voice filled the ancient meeting hall. Across from where he was seated sat five clocked men. Each wore a color that represented the different factions of the current government. Red, the People’s Republic of Reform; silver, the Liberal Union Front; cobalt, the Farien Peace Gathering; violet, the Mystics of the Central Plains; brown, the Terrian Democracy. “This way we have control over the situation. We know where the wanderer is, we know the entry point and this way no other dimension will get involved.”
The man in red and the man in silver spoke quietly with each other. “How do we know that we can trust the wanderer?” The man in silver asked.
“We don’t,” Salvo tapped his head, “But Kain says that there is no threat. If it comes to the point that the wanderer must be dealt with, Kain will take the appropriate actions and eliminate the wanderer. He is only half demon after all.”
The man in violet groaned, “No matter, I for one wish not to put my trust in the dark one.”
“I may not like his methods either,” The man in cobalt said, “but he is efficient and has never failed a mission.”
The man in brown raised his hand, “Is there anything we must do to prepare?”
Salvo shook his head, “At this point, any movement we make may be seen by the Federation or the Union as an act of aggression by the opposite party. I can move about fairly free, but if I were to move with council members I would stand out too much.”
“I would like to put some sort of leash on the wanderer.” The man in red suggested.
Again, Salvo calmly shook his head, “Do you know the story of the Hessin priest?”
“I do not.”
“The priest was a hermit. He spent his time in a small cottage outside of the village. One day a young man stumbled into the priest’s yard. The man looked beaten, battered, and was on the verge of death. The priest didn’t want the company but felt that is was right to at least bring the man back to good health. Months past and the man woke from his dreamless sleep to find that he was chained to a bed. When he asked the priest why, the priest simply told the man that chains are what a criminal need. The man claimed he had done nothing and was merely running from pursuers that wished to kill him. The pursuers were the king’s knights. The man was a former soldier but deserted when he heard of the king’s plot against the nearest kingdom. The priest, of course, did not know this, only that the man was wanted. The chains fed the man’s anger and soon he broke free killing the priest. The man was found soon after and executed. The king was then able to take out the near kingdom.”
“In this case, the man is the wanderer and the priest is us.” The man in cobalt inferred.
“Correct.” Salvo folded his hands on the table, “I believe that if I give Biku a little freedom, that I can gain sympathy towards this plain. Also by quietly, and gradually poking at his human side I may gain an ally for future operations.”
“Where would you start?” The man in silver asked.
“He has a family. A wife and daughter, at the least. My daughter has yet to get anything more from him on the subject. As is, my daughter seems to have made it her life’s goal making Biku open up his heart.”
“Can she do it?” The man in violet asked.
“She is a star child. Her potential is yet unknown. But I believe, star child or not, that she is very capable of transposing her faith and love onto Biku. For she is an image of his daughter, an innocent child that should not be exposed to the harshness that his life brings.”
“It has always disturbed me at how you can easily speak of family as pawns.” The man in red commented.
Salvo smiled, “Did it come across that way? I only have faith in my daughter’s goal and am showing support. That’s all.”
The man in red leaned back in his chair, “I wonder.” He murmured.
The man in cobalt stood up, “For now we will leave this matter in your care. You have heard our concerns and we have heard you plan.” Salvo stood as well, “We will continue to observe the situation but be warned, if we feel that things are getting out of hand we will act. And our solution may not be one you will like.”
Salvo bowed and smiled cynically, “Thank you for your patience. I must also warn you.” He stood up straight, “I may oppose you at that time.” He turned sharply and left the table. Moments later he was in the ready room of the Raven.
“How did it go?” Salvo turned to see Omoikane sitting on the couch.
“I bought us a little time. I just don’t know how much.”
Omoikane stood up, “What if she can’t?”
Salvo ran his hand through his hair and sighed, “She’s the only one who can. The only thing we can do is create opportunities for her.”
Omoikane walked over to Salvo and put her arm around him, “This will be a very difficult task. No matter whose shoulders it could have fallen on.”
Salvo put his head on Omoikane’s shoulder and stared out the window into the stream of stars created by warp travel, “As long as I don’t have to use ‘It’ it should be fine.”
Omoikane rested her head against Salvo’s, “Faith, my father. She is your daughter after all.”
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For the new readers, Salvo, a.k.a Vermillion, is the main "hero" of the story. Though Nana has been told that he is not hero like.


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