A Body of Light
Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:09 pm
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Oscar Wilde spoke those words during The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 1 to be exact. The speech was uttered years - nay centuries - before you and I were even thought of being brought into this world.
It was that simple sentence Celeste was contemplating as she coasted lazily on an undercurrent. She would have liked to meet this Mr. Wilde, he spoke sensibly, and perhaps he would have understood her plight.
For there is nothing worse then being able to say nothing but the truth, when our society is built on lies and misconceptions.
With this final thought Celeste did an abrupt spiral into the trees, carefully avoiding all stray branches during her freefall. Without a sound she landed to the brittle ground like a cat, bathing the area in an ethereal light.
The half-angel nipped her lower lip in embarrassment. She had just discovered her power over light, and was having a bit of a problem controlling it. Luckily no creature of the underbrush was around, or they'd be blinded.
With a sigh Celeste rose to a nearby birch and gently perched herself on the slim branch. She was pushing herself too hard these days; although she was blessed with wings, they could only keep her afloat for hours at a time. Currently, she'd been flying for nearly a day, and it was starting to show.
Black circles masked her eyes, her skin was pale as moonlight, and her once bright green eyes were dull with fatigue. And for what reason? Why was she so desperate to bolt from any civilization?
Only Celeste knew the answer, it was a gift from her Praenuntius father; the power to feel powerful emotions from others - be they human or animals, mortals or immortals.
Even now she could feel the sharp pang of pain as a rabbit taken by a hawk, mixed with the hawk's relish of the blood spilling to his talons. It was enough to make someone go insane, but then again maybe she already was.
And so Celeste was here, hoping to escape the drilling of emotions in this secluded forest. But surely someone - or something - could save her?
Oscar Wilde spoke those words during The Importance of Being Earnest, Act 1 to be exact. The speech was uttered years - nay centuries - before you and I were even thought of being brought into this world.
It was that simple sentence Celeste was contemplating as she coasted lazily on an undercurrent. She would have liked to meet this Mr. Wilde, he spoke sensibly, and perhaps he would have understood her plight.
For there is nothing worse then being able to say nothing but the truth, when our society is built on lies and misconceptions.
With this final thought Celeste did an abrupt spiral into the trees, carefully avoiding all stray branches during her freefall. Without a sound she landed to the brittle ground like a cat, bathing the area in an ethereal light.
The half-angel nipped her lower lip in embarrassment. She had just discovered her power over light, and was having a bit of a problem controlling it. Luckily no creature of the underbrush was around, or they'd be blinded.
With a sigh Celeste rose to a nearby birch and gently perched herself on the slim branch. She was pushing herself too hard these days; although she was blessed with wings, they could only keep her afloat for hours at a time. Currently, she'd been flying for nearly a day, and it was starting to show.
Black circles masked her eyes, her skin was pale as moonlight, and her once bright green eyes were dull with fatigue. And for what reason? Why was she so desperate to bolt from any civilization?
Only Celeste knew the answer, it was a gift from her Praenuntius father; the power to feel powerful emotions from others - be they human or animals, mortals or immortals.
Even now she could feel the sharp pang of pain as a rabbit taken by a hawk, mixed with the hawk's relish of the blood spilling to his talons. It was enough to make someone go insane, but then again maybe she already was.
And so Celeste was here, hoping to escape the drilling of emotions in this secluded forest. But surely someone - or something - could save her?