Khawill
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- The Cave of Hymns
- Seen Mar 31, 2023
Rated R for alcohol and violence
The shared fear among men is death. Every other fear we have roots itself in the thought that you may die. Those that can not die see it as their escape though. When one loses their reason to live, one also seeks death, and when it comes they fearfully accept it. A common thought among those that can not die asks why others fear it. Death could take you to paradise, or suffering, or nothing, and yet even though we don't know, we fear it. Speculation is that we fear leaving those we love behind, and that is why mortals are the only ones who fear death, though immortals find love amongst themselves and still long for an end.
The words were told to me in a story I can't quiet remember, though this one I do.
Chapter 1: Reoccurring Dreams.
"Keep running." She yelled at me, "Or would you rather die?" I sprinted behind her out of breath. "You're so pathetic." There was nothing to see in front of me or to the side.
I could feel my breath melting the inside of my mouth, yet I didn't feel like I was going anywhere. "Surely we have run far enough!" I panted heavily like a dog. Though I was inspired to run faster when a roar thundered behind me.
She laughed menacingly and said, "Pathetic." Before I tripped and fell. Instantly I was engulfed in darkness, and felt a burning pain all over. She stood over me with a not amused face, "Absolutely sad." She said before I blacked out.
I awoke in a cold sweat, my blankets were on the floor along with my pillow. I looked at my alarm clock, it was five minutes before I was set to wake up. I rubbed my temples, this was the third month that I had these dreams. I sighed and stood up. The room was still dark due to a rain storm, though since it was small the little light from my alarm clock and what little sunshine made it through the clouds, I could see well enough. That was good too considering my roommate preferred sleeping in and wouldn't want any lights on. Other than the bunk bed, there were two desks that faced opposite walls and an area, separated by half walls that acted as a kitchen. I was told that these rooms were the most luxurious and expensive, though that didn't matter since I was on a scholarship sponsored by an anonymous donor. Of course my family didn't think much of it, I made extraordinary grades, and I was able to take and ace all AP classes, a mysterious donor wasn't that surprising to me.
I went to the kitchen sink and washed the sweat off my face. My brown hair fell in front of my eyes and it made water drip on my shirt. "Another bad dream?" I heard a weary voice say behind me.
"I wouldn't call them bad." I explained, "I mean, it's always me doing something really physical like running or lifting, then I end of failing and an intense pain comes across me." I never told him about the girl, even though she was also in every dream. I had never seen her before, and I had my old yearbooks sent to me just to clarify. He would've thought I was crazy.
"Well David," He yawned, then jumped down, "I bet you anything that it's a message." He pointed at his skull, "Right from here, sayin 'David you should totally work out!' I guarantee it!" His imitation of my voice was painful. He possessed a much deeper voice than I did, probably due to his rather large size. I was around 5"6 only ten inches smaller than he was, but he was all muscle and the voice he had matched the brawn. His imitation sounded more like he was imitating a girl, and his voice cracked because of it.
I genuinely laughed, Jared was a very enjoyable person, and even though he was strong and spent more time working out than studying, he was still a smart guy. "I'm sure it does. Though I never have the motivation to do it." I cracked two eggs on the skillet, one for both of us.
"Make one for me too!" He said, brushing his hair.
"Yea yea, scrambled eggs, I know." I added pepper and salt, pretty much the only thing we could both agree we liked on our eggs. "So you got a big game today?"
He shook his head, "Normally games are on Fridays, but there is a big festival today with a bunch of schools and locals visiting. They want to show off the best this school has." He was laying out a formal black suit, the kind you wear to a wedding, then gently hung it on the rail of the top bunk. "The whole football team has to dress up nicely and act as servants for the event." He then pulled out his school uniform and put it next to mine on my bed. "Real boring I have heard, you just take orders and bring food."
"Only the football team?" Our school was known in Massachusetts for having the best sports programs, along with the highest scores among players. They offered every sport from fencing to soccer to ultimate frisby. I never did sports, not for lack of time though, just a lack of motivation. "What about the track team, or cheerleaders?" I pulled out two small plates and split the scrambled eggs between them. I set one down on the mat on the floor, then sat next to it an began eating.
"Christ David eat with a fork." He tossed me a plastic fork from the kitchen, and I wiped my hands on my pajama shirt. He as down in front of me, "The track team is in charge of set up and clean up. The cheerleaders are going to give a performance with the school band." He ate very nicely for a brute, his manners were much more refined than mine. "Otherwise there's just volunteers from other sports and clubs." We finished eating the small meal that warranted a complaint from Jared. "You aren't going to skip this event are you?" He said while cleaning the dishes, "As a Freshman you can use the chance to meet new people." I placed my dish in the sink and laughed.
"Yea, I wouldn't skip it for the world." I laughed because even if I did skip it, I would have nothing else to do tonight. "Maybe you'll serve me and a girlfriend."
"Yea right kid." He joked, "Maybe a dog friend." We both laughed and got our clothes to go to the washroom. "I hear the local girls, the ones that go to the public highschool are smokin." He said quietly. "For them, this festival is the best place to show off." The way he spoke was like he was telling me a dirty secret.
"Well we'll have to see tonight won't we." I said in a normal voice, "I'm sure the suit will attract all the ladies." The bathroom was just ahead
He jabbed me in the shoulder playfully, "I bet your popstar face and hair will attract all the men!" Again we both laughed.
The shared fear among men is death. Every other fear we have roots itself in the thought that you may die. Those that can not die see it as their escape though. When one loses their reason to live, one also seeks death, and when it comes they fearfully accept it. A common thought among those that can not die asks why others fear it. Death could take you to paradise, or suffering, or nothing, and yet even though we don't know, we fear it. Speculation is that we fear leaving those we love behind, and that is why mortals are the only ones who fear death, though immortals find love amongst themselves and still long for an end.
The words were told to me in a story I can't quiet remember, though this one I do.
Chapter 1: Reoccurring Dreams.
"Keep running." She yelled at me, "Or would you rather die?" I sprinted behind her out of breath. "You're so pathetic." There was nothing to see in front of me or to the side.
I could feel my breath melting the inside of my mouth, yet I didn't feel like I was going anywhere. "Surely we have run far enough!" I panted heavily like a dog. Though I was inspired to run faster when a roar thundered behind me.
She laughed menacingly and said, "Pathetic." Before I tripped and fell. Instantly I was engulfed in darkness, and felt a burning pain all over. She stood over me with a not amused face, "Absolutely sad." She said before I blacked out.
I awoke in a cold sweat, my blankets were on the floor along with my pillow. I looked at my alarm clock, it was five minutes before I was set to wake up. I rubbed my temples, this was the third month that I had these dreams. I sighed and stood up. The room was still dark due to a rain storm, though since it was small the little light from my alarm clock and what little sunshine made it through the clouds, I could see well enough. That was good too considering my roommate preferred sleeping in and wouldn't want any lights on. Other than the bunk bed, there were two desks that faced opposite walls and an area, separated by half walls that acted as a kitchen. I was told that these rooms were the most luxurious and expensive, though that didn't matter since I was on a scholarship sponsored by an anonymous donor. Of course my family didn't think much of it, I made extraordinary grades, and I was able to take and ace all AP classes, a mysterious donor wasn't that surprising to me.
I went to the kitchen sink and washed the sweat off my face. My brown hair fell in front of my eyes and it made water drip on my shirt. "Another bad dream?" I heard a weary voice say behind me.
"I wouldn't call them bad." I explained, "I mean, it's always me doing something really physical like running or lifting, then I end of failing and an intense pain comes across me." I never told him about the girl, even though she was also in every dream. I had never seen her before, and I had my old yearbooks sent to me just to clarify. He would've thought I was crazy.
"Well David," He yawned, then jumped down, "I bet you anything that it's a message." He pointed at his skull, "Right from here, sayin 'David you should totally work out!' I guarantee it!" His imitation of my voice was painful. He possessed a much deeper voice than I did, probably due to his rather large size. I was around 5"6 only ten inches smaller than he was, but he was all muscle and the voice he had matched the brawn. His imitation sounded more like he was imitating a girl, and his voice cracked because of it.
I genuinely laughed, Jared was a very enjoyable person, and even though he was strong and spent more time working out than studying, he was still a smart guy. "I'm sure it does. Though I never have the motivation to do it." I cracked two eggs on the skillet, one for both of us.
"Make one for me too!" He said, brushing his hair.
"Yea yea, scrambled eggs, I know." I added pepper and salt, pretty much the only thing we could both agree we liked on our eggs. "So you got a big game today?"
He shook his head, "Normally games are on Fridays, but there is a big festival today with a bunch of schools and locals visiting. They want to show off the best this school has." He was laying out a formal black suit, the kind you wear to a wedding, then gently hung it on the rail of the top bunk. "The whole football team has to dress up nicely and act as servants for the event." He then pulled out his school uniform and put it next to mine on my bed. "Real boring I have heard, you just take orders and bring food."
"Only the football team?" Our school was known in Massachusetts for having the best sports programs, along with the highest scores among players. They offered every sport from fencing to soccer to ultimate frisby. I never did sports, not for lack of time though, just a lack of motivation. "What about the track team, or cheerleaders?" I pulled out two small plates and split the scrambled eggs between them. I set one down on the mat on the floor, then sat next to it an began eating.
"Christ David eat with a fork." He tossed me a plastic fork from the kitchen, and I wiped my hands on my pajama shirt. He as down in front of me, "The track team is in charge of set up and clean up. The cheerleaders are going to give a performance with the school band." He ate very nicely for a brute, his manners were much more refined than mine. "Otherwise there's just volunteers from other sports and clubs." We finished eating the small meal that warranted a complaint from Jared. "You aren't going to skip this event are you?" He said while cleaning the dishes, "As a Freshman you can use the chance to meet new people." I placed my dish in the sink and laughed.
"Yea, I wouldn't skip it for the world." I laughed because even if I did skip it, I would have nothing else to do tonight. "Maybe you'll serve me and a girlfriend."
"Yea right kid." He joked, "Maybe a dog friend." We both laughed and got our clothes to go to the washroom. "I hear the local girls, the ones that go to the public highschool are smokin." He said quietly. "For them, this festival is the best place to show off." The way he spoke was like he was telling me a dirty secret.
"Well we'll have to see tonight won't we." I said in a normal voice, "I'm sure the suit will attract all the ladies." The bathroom was just ahead
He jabbed me in the shoulder playfully, "I bet your popstar face and hair will attract all the men!" Again we both laughed.
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