Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------His universe had been stripped away one grain of sand at a time. A delicate situation where the mare of the universe restructured the filing within his brain. Things had been very messy and mixed since his birth, as though someone had upended the filing cabinet on the floor. It would be easy to wallow in the pity of himself on being told that he was fundamentally flawed. A tiny spark of hope glimmered deep within Jarek. That spark of hope flamed when her brief touch of her wings against his side.
He had heard of others claiming to be reborn from experiences, he had always scoffed at them. How ridiculous to be reborn from a fleeting interaction. But now he understood. Now his understanding of the universe had shifted around him. In this moment everything had changed. He would emerge from the darkness of the night, underneath a new light. His own chains had been broken, and the shackles removed. No longer a slave to his past, and to the torments of his mind. He only hoped that their lingering presence would flee with the rising sun.
He nodded time and time again at her statements. Their logic is flawless and makes perfect sense. Each conversation creates layer upon layer in his mind. Re-building the foundations one sentence at a time. Meeting the star veiled mare had been where things had gone right. Where his path of self destruction, and what would eventually be that of others was halted. The sand had been shifted to show the true reality in a sense. It was difficult to see the truth beneath the sand when you had been fed misinformation for a lifetime.
“Yes I can see the folly of it, now it is pointed out so plainly.” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. Willing himself perhaps to simply be swallowed up by the black hole that was the universe itself. But she was there once more guiding him from his own destruction, leading him to a path where there was a different outcome for him.
No one was a gift to anyone. Moments in time happened and they could not be controlled. They sped past, or slowly crawled and there was nothing to be done about it. Nonetheless he was thankful for this interaction. It would take time to break the mental patterns of fate and meant to be’s. He had to be better, and he would ensure that he was. “I am thankful for this interaction tonight, for your guidance, wisdom and clarity.” he sighed softly before continuing “ Your kindness is more than I feel I deserve. I will do my best to ensure that your efforts are not wasted. I will change, the ill gotten generations of nonsense ends with me tonight. Thank you for releasing me from my devils. I only hope that Torielle will forgive me; and I do not expect her to wish me in her life.”
He had not spoken to anyone creature, equine or otherwise in much time. He had spoken less than a handful of sentences to Tori. His driving obsession had shifted. Less that he felt inclined to capture her attention, and more that he would need to seek his penance with her. He would throw himself at the feet of the Novus gods and see where he landed. He only hoped that Tori would forgive him; and that Veil would continue to be there to guide him. He would need all the help he could get.
