27th of March the year 200AS ( After Smit )
On this day , my team and I , Geonas Stanlin had already landed on a strange island unknown to my kind in the middle of a vast nowhere after having spent ages navigating the darkest parts of the clear ocean .
Five days on water without drink or bread had cost us our crew - most to famine and the minority to the scrumptious most disgusting habits ever know to our supreme but weak kind .
A crew destined to conquer the world and destroy the enemy those that pretend to be the other human beings when in reality they are a bunch of winged and horned beasts filled with the devotion to witchcraft and demonism, was now forced to indulge endulge in cannibalistic behavior so as to avoid the cruel end that comes once one has run their miles to the very end - death .
One of the first known victims to this monstrous act was Professor Jean Wagons , my father . His torture barely self inflicted began with only a toe and ended in a banquet worthy feast.
We weren't always this desperate, it all began six days back when mother fell ill ...
The 20th of March the year 200AS
Caroline Blackjack , my mother contracted a curse from the gods - ebola. It was said that this illness came from a far off land at the center of the world , one filled with a ton of new species to explore and feed off , a land barely black and brown like the land we walk but rather nearly entirely green , this land is said to be the home of the divinities sent to live amongst us called the angels . And amongst these angels was a special angel who saw the creation of the universe and was given the gift of immortality but also cursed with the ability to corrupt and shorten the life of god's favourate creation - the sons of man.
Caroline : Honey , when you left me there , before you returned i went by the lake ... I listened to the songs of the heavenly angels as i watched the calm waters drift away ( wheezes , stuggling to breathe ) it's a relationship I'll never catch i guess ... I cry like the sky when the angelic rain decides to ruin my day ...
Jean : But at least then under that rain one needs not to whipe their tears ... one may say it's just rain and not a mythical relationship that you crave .
Caroline : You don't comprehend what i'm saying darling , i ... i breathe in the sparkling dust , it blurs my eyes but i want the hurt , i'm one with the pain - a stagnant stream of love .
Jean : Darling don't say that ... I think you need to just go home and get some rest - all this talk about a romance so unreal has got you drowsy and drooly
Caroline : ( at the top of her voice ) I don't want to go home (in a much calmer tone ) burying my dreams in a relationship as tangible as my hope ... this could have been us oh my dear fiancé ... we could have lived together like the atoms of the rain - we could have run away together like the water in the river that runs forever ... we could have been more than just two humans but you are lost in your head and your male priviledges that you fail to realize the misogyny behind that indoctrined state of mind that has eaten up your tiny brain
Jean : How dare you ? ( hits Carolina ) i ...i ...i...i am so so so sorry darling ... i didn't ... i didn't mean to ... i ( Carolina vomits blood and left over food from yesterday's supper ) Are you feeling ok honey , let me get us a carriage back home ...
Caroline : (monologue) Every single day i smile ... every other day i put up with your fustilugous nonsense hoping that maybe you shall look at me but (in silence looks at Jean's face with misandry written all over her face ) ...I shall run away !!!
Jean : (in shock )What are you implying by that little girl , do not forget that i bought you from your father and mother at an expensively high rate and that they would send you back to me if you ever run away - you are mine and i love you so stop it with your blasphemous emotional crushouts!!!
Caroline : Do not blame me if i jump off that cliff or if my 'emotional crushouts' become the cause of our carriage's crash ...
Jean : ...and would that imaginary relationship be the reason you run away ?
Caroline : No because if i run , loves absence me run crazy and you would look for me when you realize a sudden change in my usual-pattern ... (sighs) ... one i am forced to use so as to please your pityful gluttonous lubberwort dreams ... don't you ever wonder why my scars hide vbehide heaps of cheap makeup ?
Jean : Madness!!!
Caroline : Yes , yes ! ...Madness ( laughs as blood leaks out her eyes and gums ) Madness drowns me ; in sorrow ( bends due to abdominal pain ) ... in pain ( groans as she falls to the ground ) in lust ...
Jean : How-what are you feeling dear ?
Caroline : Nothing ...
Jean : Nothing ?
Caroline : Nothing ... an empty space , a gloomy face ... sad , alone , pissed off and pissed on by ...
Jean : My beloved ... are you angry ?
Caroline : I am angry ... protesting your dictatorial authority , I have nothing to lose
Jean : Hatred is no... (interrupted )
Caroline : No ... revenge!!! ( laughs in pain as she shivers all along her body ) thirst for vengeance ... boredom
Jean : Nothing left that you want to add
Caroline : Nothing felt ...
Jean : Nothing ?
Caroline : Absolutely nothing ( she faints )
Jean brought Caroline back home and took her to our family herbalist , the angel known as Yanx. Yanx declared that only the sickness could be cured by the angel at the other end of of the world . Mum woke up hearing what they were saying about her fate and called for me , she spoke in a faint voice
Caroline : Come here my only son ; today you might be 13 years of age and barely mature enough , i cast you out into the world , go with your father and learn how to be a man afterall you always wanted to lead an exploration crew...
Jean : Darling , what are you talking about , he's only a child , he can't survive on the sea ...
Caroline : It is either that or he stays here and dies with me , he's not yet infected so let him stay away from me as far as he can ...
ME : But i don't want to say goobye ( throwing tantrum )
Caroline : ( from a distance ) Forgive my abusive language when i tell you goodbye in the canniest way i can ... for i know underneath that risen tone , my blood runs colder in your bones but my memories stand firm ready to take after i ... You will miss me when i leave , ( sighs) do not blame me then ...
ME : ( yell) i shall run away !!! ( trying to run to my mother but i got stopped by my father ) forgive my behaviour of talking back ; my unquenchable thirst ... i loved thou
Jean : Let's go find this angel they speak of , ( tears rolling down his face ) Yanx said that we only have about ten days ... gatherv my men ; we set off first thing this evening ...
I left and did as i was told . That night we set off a total of 45 men with no woman abord because it caused bad luck - i heard that with a woman onboard a boat , demons gain the ability to cross from their realm and steal souos leaving only bits of the crew alive ...
Jean Waggons was a very determined man , he was now on a quest to fulfil his wife's last wish , one last day on earth withher lovely son . At the dusk of his quest , this goosechase seemed wholeheartedly out of love despite him forcing me to tag along rather than letting me spend time with my mother. He kept swearing , trying to convince himself that he'd do anything to keep his wife alive and in majority his crew which probably included me even if it meant losing his daddy toe , a phrase he was very much fond of .
Well all it took was one heavy storm and an attack from a group of sirens for that to be put to taste , we were experiencing a shortage of food due to having had to let some off into the sea so as not to sink ; when shortage of food and supplies becomes a worrying situation , the beasts in the sons of man awaken , the concern is nolonger on fraternity , liberty or equality as they claim it to be but rather on what they might ingest so as to keep alive and well even if it means devouring their neighbour or bestfriend as the cost : this happens much more frenquently than we want it , it became an everyday situation that we had to create fables of an original sin that kind of states in all beings are two bears ; black and white and the stronger one is always the one that is 'fed' .
An anxious crew at sea , first day on the trip ; nothing was going Jean's way ; nothing at all, the captain Schroucker then set out to the weaponary just in case anybody unleashed the 'monstrous bear' in them . A loud scream was all that was heard , i was sent by my father to go check it out ; i left in a rush and with enthousiasm because i was gullible and enthousiast , Schroucker was on his knees crying , i looked around in search of what was making him cry only to realize that the weaponary was empty , nothing was there not even the poor old mice that tend to find themselves in the wrong areas surch as churches .
" Where is the equipment ? " i asked and Schroucker looked at me in dismay , he jumped up aiming for my neck and begun choking me the very instant he had it right before we fell ; I was trying to yell but i could barely breathe ; his tears were spilling into my nose and i was in the most uncomfortable state ever immaginable , i hit him with my hands and kicked him as hard as i can , but he tood over me yelling the same phrase all over again "We are good as dead if they learn of our state of distress and weaponless ''
What weapons could he have been talking about , i was more confused than usual and then i realized that he must have been drunk , i accepted my fate and closed my eyes - the end-...
The 22nd of March the year 200AS
I woke up in bed , i was still and without motion , i had no clue if i was alive or not , i didn't even have an idea of how i got in bed , i thought that probably that was a dream or this is what the other realm looks like : i rose up from bed and walked to the window , my whole body was aching ... in the window all i saw was water , still and in it i saw a palm of somebody who looked to be drowning , my mother raised me right and so i found myself dashing outside to the deck and there i found a party , the crew was dancing , the table was filled with tasty looking meat and from the other end of the table was Bailley ; he was the crew captain , the wingman of my father and his personal slave .
"Have a seat skipper ! " He said as i took a seat next to the other crew members that were dining.
" I thought that we were out of provisions , where did all of this come from ? " I asked in confusion and everybody around me kept silent and stopped chewing : one would think they were trying not to breathe a word out their holes .
After an uncomfortable silence , Bailley laughed his heart out his mouth ; " That there are two tyrants that took us into slavery together with our families , you sound just like one of them skipper , i guess that really proves that you are really the first mate " he said and he chunked on a huge piece of roasted meat elegantly .
"What do you mean ? " i asked as my heart begun to race , could they ? but that would be against the very ethic they claim to believe in ; would they ? that there is the question , without anyone present to limit their self proclaimed liberty as of if they were infants and not grown adults capable taking care of themselves , probably they would and so there i have found my question ... i had to rise up before they trample me too or maybe it would be a foolish move .
"My father wouldn't like hearing of this ; a party and an extravagant feast to go with , sitting at his chair and hiding information from me when you know clearly that i report back to him ... " i replied and then Bailley stopped taking endless bite in that rather huge chunk of roasted meat that appeared to be rough : either i had succeeded or i wasn't being heard clearer , and right before i could add a new clause to my speech, i was cut short
"Your old man nolonger commands this boat and so you should watch your tone , Skipper " Bailley demanded ; it was the first time a crew member of lower classement had ever raised their voice at me and i knew not how to respond
Could the crew have learnt of the lack of weapons we were facing and have decided to revolt or could my father have escaped the ship together with his dominions and have forgotten me here with them ; i grabbed a piece of the meat and took a bite and it was juicy and tasty , it's red skin really highlighted the power of the fire they used to roast it ,i kept on taking bites and when i recalled what i was doing there i asked " Where is my father at anyway ? " and Bailley with a psychopathic smile said "In your hands , i hyad saved you his daddy toe i'm sure he'd have wanted you to have it " and then he threw the toe at my face , seeing the toe my heart skipped bone or more beats at once and my world all around begun to collpse ...
They had eaten my father , the most eco-religious fellow i knew , i had a ton of questions as much as i had voices telling me to avenge his cause , i jumped up holding a knife aiming for Bailley's head but the rest of the crew held me ; Bailley stepped forward and began to hit me as he said " My son , one of the three fisherboys fell ill because your dad kept sending him on cruises forcefully and today hge and his two companions died of scurvy , you are even lucky that i saved you and have decided to help you attain your goal ; you are only alive because my wife had your mother for a midwife and mentor - got it Skippy !" he said
They tied me up at the deck as i cried for justice , at this point everything hurt , EVERYTHING WAS FUCKING HURTING !!! They had revolted against my father ; he called forth Schrouker and begged him to find a remedy for my mother but he ended up watching them capture Schrouker who was trying to escape , he watched them cut him into pieces without letting him die so that he could feel the pain and he knew he was next and so he sung the Dominus to Adehad thus selling his soul to Adehad for a better eternal life ; a song all religious bedlamites knew back in his day that honoured the selfless choice Adehad made by ordaining the sons of man as his sole heirs in dominion ; the song states that he saw hope in us but that hope was a mirage reflected from his point of view .
That night as i slept in the cold with nothing to cover my bones , i couldn't help but imagine the horror my father had to witness ; i could hear his screams as they sliced off his toes one after the other ; the pain he must have felt as they bit into his bark with teeth they sharpen like carnivores and to think of it , all this he was doing was for a woman he never really loved : lust that fed his gayest ego and pride , he won't lie that he did it all for love but rather to keep his maple tree so that he could chop into it further for its blood ... my family wasn't perfect , i won't lie but it still was my family and no matter what they'd do , i don't think a punishment such as this here is worthy of them ; coming to think of it , i am the one being punished , my mother is in pain and my father is dead but i am the one slleping at the edge of the boat during the siren storm ; i did nothing wrong or as serious to deserve being treated like this , i never treated any one of my men wrong and here i am serving 'my' time , i never took anybody's pole of support away and yet here i am at the edge of being orphaned - my last hope in finding a guy i probably shall never find if i die before and my poor baby brother , Kafisa at the verge of becoming my responsibility .
Life is full of contradictions , the angels made from divine power are sinners worth the darkest pits of fire whereas the demons are victims that have chosen to cope by inflicting and projecting pain and fear wherever they go ; we , the sons of men are caught up in all of this , we are the medium for both sides , if an angel wants to harm a demon , it shall destroy a human soul that formerly belonged to a demon and vice versa , we are pones in a game we never began , we are slaves sent to wars we know nothing about - we are fade up of these low life human creatures boss us around because they have power over sickness and health ; life or death , fire or flames ; we can emanicipate all by ourselves and burn down all they have built from our bloodshed and resources for we were the rightful heirs of this planet , we were here first ; we are the sons of the titans called man and we shan't stay silent and watch them take what was destined to be ours ... like the sound of the wind we scream " Won't you notice us , won't you notice me !!! " , we can make the stone bound trees bow to our feet , we can break mountains and bring skies down so long as we please , even the strongest human 'creatures' dare not cross our paths if not they shall witness the power of our will , when we trample them at our heels .
A huge wave of water hit the ship and i woke up all covered in ice , before me was the last original titan , Grootslang , she was the last of her kind probably from the clan of storms , her tusks were made of lightning that rolled hround in circles and at it's tip form a star like light , her body glowed with the colour of lava and lightning escaping her being and where she stood the waters parted in two due to her enormous size ,her skin was decorated in stars and on her back were two large wings that were capable of raising the water when she spread them and around her face were clouds that came from her nose and mouth and so they hid her face .
"Young one , what crime have you committed against these people for them to sacrifice you to me ? " she asked as her eyes froze and her ears covered her upper face
My heart was racing because i had nothing to offer to her besides my soul but I had a mission to defend , I had to free my mother from the grip of death in which I find myself , tears began rolling down my cheeks for I couldn't find a way to escape from all of this , I faced the ground with guilt eating up my being and pain feeding on my dreams , I whispered '' I guess I'll never see her again , and I knew that this task was all in vain ''
Grootslang looked at me in silence as her waters stopped the ship from advancing on it's course , she uncovered her eyes and used her power to look into my soul I presume , rumour has it that she uses her eyes to measure the worth of her meal just like a calorie meter , she lifted her hands and I squinted trying to close my eyes waiting to be broken in two .
I could hear the trumpets sing , her hand so sleek was capable of destroying galaxies in a whole, with fierce and force she swung towards me but stopped right there before , just then came my men and they began firing arrows at her flesh - typical pirate response , I wouldn't judge them if I must , they were making her angry and when she gets mad , she fights ; she fights besides warriors three times her size, storms and tornadoes fight for her cause , like slaves they are bound to her by will , an arrow struck her eye and scratched it from one side , she screamed and her sonic voice blew the ship back , she held it in her hands and brought it closer to her oncemore , the men stopped firing arrows in awe of her sight , they were being hypnotized by the light that made up her tusks , at this point I realized there was no turning back , it was either them or me being sacrificed .
I had lived quite enough to realize that the sons of man are very fragile and would do anything to spare their lives , I called out to her with a shivering voice '' Grootslang my dear , nobody knows better than you , let my people go and to you I offer my soul " and she ...
The 24th of March the year 200 AS
She looked at me in awe " You would do the same as that they did to you ; risking your life for your pack of wolves dressed in sheep skin ; the very wolves that wanted you gone , the very tyrants that exposed your bone and fed off your sire's flesh ; the very wolves that you claim didn't lay a hand on you and yet i can sense the rotting scent coming from the flower you call a conscience , you would lay in the hands of death , bare to lose your breadth as you are squashed by my weakest wrinkle - dying for them is so simple to atone but would you live for them , amongst them or as one of them ? asked grootslang , child of the titan , Titanaboa and the demigod , Husk whose name was a result of the other titan's failure to pronounce te letter "T" .
I looked up at her jarring lips and nodded with the bit of strength i had left ; maybe this way i'd be able to save myself and prove to these 'sheep' that i am worthy of their love and trust .
She rose her hands and her humongous ears followed , i rose up in the air with water twirling around my flesh from everywhere , i heard her chant and in that chant , i found myself in the ocean of the mythical realm and the sirens at it's doors forbid my quick glance at the mythical realm : as i turned to leave , one of them asked me to make a wish , i remembered my little brother who happened to be home alone since our mother was certainly going to die soon : " I wish that my brother ,Kafisa becomes a very influential and rational man when hegrows up and may he be adopted by avery happy and wealthy family hat will love him like their only son " I said and that very intant my wish was granted ; i opened my eyes and the water had formed chains of ice around the body ...
That very day , the lamb in me passed away ,not in the hands of Grootslang nor the hands of the people I thought were my duty to protect but in the hands of self respect I bowed to my impending doom all in the name of proving my innocence .
My father used to tell me that a man's duty lies where his inferior's responsibility fails , that in order to be noble a man had to lose his life at war in the name of his bloody honor .
My father left no legacy, my mother left us with no intimacy but I was meant to be the one that begins the salvation of the Stanlin family no matter the cost . That very moment the chains held my chest and stopped my breath , in me the grave flower grew ; it blossomed and from it came the stench that treks along with toxic manhood , I was still a child but I was no sheep no more , that very instant that day the sheep in me was reborn a wolf ...
I begun to suffocate and my sight begun to dim , I could feel my soul abandoning every inch of my skin , the only thing on my head was the fate I had accorded my mentally neurodivergent brother , leaving him all alone to fend and struggle in a world built for the sons of man that are more than fine mentally , men with ideas as greedy as sacrifice could be...
The 25th of March the year 200AS
I woke up and we were already at the island, it was early morning and I was hurting throughout my body , I shook myself only to realize that I was chained to the barrel I was mistaking for a bed , they heard me scream and came to check what was up with me .
Bailley approached with two other men and said '' For a minute there , I thought you was a goners Skipper ... You always manage to skip skippy your way away from death and that is one thing I admire from thou . You know you could join my crew and venture the seas , we are thinking of becoming pirates - easy looting and riches ''
I was still occupied by fear , the only thing I could say was '' My brother ... No , I need to get back with my brother! '' aloud and on and on again .
'' You mean , little ol' Kafisa , he is as good as dead , he wouldn't last an hour without his mother to fend for him '' he said and that triggered my anger , I begun to shake - struggling to break my chains in hope of chocking him to death
'' As far as I am concerned, you have a death wish to accomplish and we can help you '' he added as he smiled thus exposing his false gold teeth . I could sense the lies coming from his words , the vile stench of his manipulation was like a reflection of his corrupted soul and to think that i was willing to give up my life for theirs in the dream i had just had.
Speaking of dreams i couldn't help but realize that i knew not of how i happened to get to the land , i was nolonger sick from the incostant motion of the boat nor tired of the rude sea stench .I looked Bailley in the eye as i said that i am the skipper of this crew and so long as my mission is not accomplished ; nobody shall get theirpay .
I managed to slither out of the cords that bid me eternally close to the so called bed on which i slept for probably a huge number of nights . I stood up to my veruy two feet and held Bailley by his neck and i threatened him in saying " If you ever whisper even as less a letter that suddenly happens to appear in my brother's name ; i shall be the last face you see on the day you die "
"Or...what ? " he asked as he held my wrists that were currently placed on his neck and this angered me more and more as he repeatedly said it , i pounced on him aiming for his head but his men grabbed me before i could hit that smile off his wrinkled face , i was yelling my family name as they forcefuly pulled me back and held my hands , Bailley rose from the ground and punched me three times in the jawline .
"Get rid of the trash " he ordered as he turned his back away , at this moment in life i could have imagined another parallel universe but i never pay attention to detail .My heart begun thudding , i could nolonger breathe and my chest was hurting ; i wasn't ready to die , i realoised.
i fought and struggled as they pinned me down , they tied my hands to a sled and on the other ends they attached an arctic fox to the other end and whipped it such that it could run away taking me with it ...
They did not let the fox out the yard though , they had a better idea , starving it for 36hours and early on the 27th they would let it loose in hope that it would devour my flesh . I was given an hour to prepare for this execution in which i decided to continue my journal about our journey : early that morning ; they had organised a standing observation the the rest of the crew that wasn't condemned or already dead and i was called out .
I watched as they tied me up , pinned down ; there was nothing i could do but struggle in vain and regret . Thee permits thyself to attacketh my brother and pretends it inanimate to respond as means of self defense : maybe , this is all my fault , maybe i went on too strong , probably he was making a lame joke but still yet again he was walking on shards of glass in a hostile territoire .
The music in my head froze , noise became my natural state and the quiet turned audible , i could feel the lash stike my foot as it set off the innocent fox , off she ran _ miles and miles onward probably due to a surge in testosterone , it's funny the capabilities our body accords to itself in the name of survival , the canons can scream BANG! but the the dreamers still go on dreaming even when their blood is dripping out of their flesh - out with the life they think belongs to them .
I am living evidence of such disgrace , belittled before my parents , i succumb to a mission in submission to a delusional man that is willing to betray the patrie by seeking a mythical angel and asking thou for help ; i might be young but the scent of treason is one not so difficult to detect from miles away : believe me when i say it because i have lived it , it hurts when thee youy denied help is thee helping thou but you regret it in cases where you are the 'thou' in question , the one that offers help continuously to a people made up of liars , scoundrels and cheats ; at the least be one of them but not all ; i'd prefer to rather be dead than undergo this sort of thanksgiving act of humanity and warmth that comes from the deepest darkest corners of their hearts .
You do realize , a murderer stays a murderer , when a murderer refuses to end your life with zir own hands , it doesn't releave (dismiss) the fact that the reason stopping them could drastically change or vanish any now or then , in the cause of humanity ; letting nature choose your course can not really be attained ; i am on a handmade prison being driven by a fox , it would be evident enough that my fate lays in the paws of the fox and not really in the embrace of nature , the fox could choose to devour me or lead me into an ambush but as for now all i can make out of the speed at which we are skating down the icy slope is that we are defying the laws of motion as depicted for a fox , we are right behind a huge baobab tree that seems to be home for a sisterhood of treespirits but we might not be able to stop in time : this brings to my attention , the presence of a baobab tree on a snowy slope that's on a mountain on a sandy island in the dark sea in the middle of somewhere _ nowhere .
We crashed into the tree as expected ; the sled went flying in air and capsized thus falling onto me , the snow at the top of the tree had to also heavily strike the sled while i was still stuck under it : this was the worst death ever immaginable , i had landed with my head tilted to the right , chest against a huge rock and stomach in a fixed position due to the weight of the sled therefore i was slowly suffocating to death with each breath smaller than the last ; with snow all around , i was running cold and my limbs were going numb , with the sled on top of me - it felt so bad knowing that there was nothing i could do about it besides awaiting my patient death and that i was not in control .
I laid there baffled like a clown that awaited their turn to perfom , my spectacular show was death , a golden grave dug by my very own dear father and mama. I realized all the dreams they forced me to be a part of and that i wasn't born with any of them and infact they were never mine . I don't even like angels at all let alone the one responsible for my mother's near death and that is if and only if she is still alive and well ; she was never a firm spirit come to think of it .
If one then decides to pay attention , it was at times like at my mother's deathbed that she finally spoke up to my father , at the time of realization of bankrupcy that i was grabbed by the neck and choked to convulsion , at the realisation of weakness that my men revolted and at the realisation of famine that they resorted to cannibalism : people's true natures tend to show every time the nerrative slips out of the expected line .I don't judge them for mistakes are innate to being human or alive , it would be hypocritical for me to exclude myself from this narrative when in actual sense , i am one of them , i blame the system instead ; we brainwash our children so as to impose on them our beliefs such as they will never amount to anything if they don't do as we say , we control their lives and make them hate themselves and die inside but still struggle to survive nomatter what , and after all of this submission - we make them believe that they are indebted to us for being here when we brought them here without their consent and have constantly treated them like property since the beginning of time : and it shows when a system starts to crumble : fail : stumble : and fall ...
Feelings and r.e.a.c.t.i.o.n.s...
(Omnipotent view )
Geonas lost consciousness due to suffocation brought upon by both his situation and that it was already night meaning the levels of airflow were much lower , in general , he had suffered for 6 hours .
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