Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Two Ravens (Guest Starring)

They watched the thunderbird rise. Across the golden silver of the desert floor, the irises bloomed in its wake. Its birthing shriek was like a silent fire shivering across a gas range, blue and hot and roaring. Then, the flash of yellow, the knowledge of mortal sin and carbon, and a great and yearning silence.

They watched the thunderbird fall.

Huginn: It looks like a meteor. Look, I can calculate the heat of its re-entry!

Muninn: We have seen this before. It reminds me of him.

H: You integrate it across the period of the fall, every joule shining across the canopy.

M: It disintegrates, and he didn't. We fell with him, from dawn to dusk.

H: (enthralled) Look how black it is! It is darker than the night!

M: (sadly) And so are we, and we were not.

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And to this day, as the old Watchman speaks to his children across the net of stars, he says, "Their story? You can find it, if you have ever forgotten it, at the place they used to be – and are not."

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