No More Sorrow (Interlude or the unofficial PT. 4)

[Bink]

((So Rl got busy and this is a little delayed. Sorry about that. After the American upcoming Holiday I shall be poking my head about the sims again indefinitely, even though this isn't done yet. IC wise its assumed everything I'm posting here has already happened upon the character's returned. i'm excited ^^ ))

“...am I...?"

Bink sat blinking at the woman before him as she spun around, her skirts of green glistening in the serenity of pale yellow all around him. Yellow and green. And her hair! It was brown, a rich brown, like of the earth. She laughed as he moved to sit beside him and touched his thigh. It was a warm and comforting touch. 'I know that look! You want to ask if you are dead. We'll for the moment you are, but that won't last forever. Believe me I know."

"WH-what?!"

She sighed and hung her head. "You don't believe me. Fine. You always did have problems with other worldly authority. So I'll do it your way. That’s harder, you know. Stubborn headed twat!" She grumbled, cheerily, though it was still a much defined grumble. Standing before him he placed her hand daintily upon her chest. “I am Dana... or Danna.... or Gaia... or Nature. I am the keeper and creator of nature, and the goddess host of all things of glamour and magic. It's because of me that you were born with your Sight, Bink. And for the moment, you're body is dead, but don't freak out over that. What can happen in hours here only takes a few seconds in the physical world."

"WHAT THE --!!!" Bink jumped up, touching for a blindfold that wasn't there and then frantically examined himself as this Goddess stood there giggling at him. "Shut up!" He snapped at her as he glared up. "I'm dead!! Ok. Dead. Jehan's probably screaming over my dead body or trying to die with it...and you...grrr!!" he breathed out, knowing he did, though for the unlife of him couldn't feel the breathe inhaled sharply into his lungs. "Where in hells name have YOU been? Huh? Flouncing about wherever we are just waiting for me to die. You give me this stupid sight that caused me NOTHING but pain and misery where ever I went. And for what? So you can just sit there and spin about after I died. Well, you know why I’m so difficult, Lady. I DON'T LIKE GODS. You are all selfish and brainless and pathetic!!"

She just stood there smiling at him even after he ranted off at her. Once she thought he was done she inclined her head politely and giggled out, “That was an end, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I'm done now."

"Oh, Good!" she beamed. Then she slapped him. Clear across his face. It was a loud slap too and though he was dead, he felt it right across his left cheek. He'd feel that on for weeks. "You ungrateful, petty little toad! I should have made you a toad you know. You are so undeserving of that Gift! I hand chose you myself to bear the sight of the Gods for what? The preservation of the nature world. You've only got two tasks in life. Preservation and life. And you didn't do either!! Adversity comes up and you get sickening views from liars and charlatans... what do you do? HIDE in a cave and whimper. That's not Living, Bink. You get angry cause the world around you isn't caring about your pain or what you say... what do you do? You turn you BACK on people... and nature! I should let you remain dead! In fact, I should make you watch your death all play out minute by heart breaking minute, but I am a merciful Goddess. And I still need you. Pathetic as you are at times. The World still needs you." She huffed and crossed her arms, focusing in on all that pent up frustration until suddenly... she snapped and giggled. “Wow... that really did make me feel better. No wonder the living like to speak out their thoughts."

Bink blinked. He really did! He reveled in that blink even if it wasn't a true blink at all. Just the fact that he could now gave him inward joy. "You're a Goddess of Nature and Life... and you've never lived yourself?"

"Oh, I've live everyday within the trees and flora of the World. Just not in any of the higher, sentient beings we gods helped design. You see, all you higher "races" as you call them. You all think on your own, freely and independently. We gods can't. No matter how hard we try. We can't ever be anything outside of our own power manifestations and designs. A "God" form in a mortal body is the marking of death to all civilizations as we know it. It should never happen. Gods can't ever have free choice."

"But back home... the Shattered Prince and that Ivory King person... they are gods...”

"Pay attention!" she snapped and lightly swat at his head, much as a mother would swat their son. He yelped and scowled at her as she blissfully ignored the look to continue. "Those were both living beings! Free choice... not a God thing. At best they are each messengers of a god... like You. You are MY messenger much as you like to ignore that! MINE. Mine mine mine."

Bink chuckled faintly, "You really are selfish."

"Oh, stop it!" She swatted at him again and once more was met with a yelp. "Clearly you like to choose to ignore my touch upon you, but that doesn't mean I haven't chosen you. You can wake up after this and choose to not follow my inSights given to you. That is your choice! Lovely thing life is, but PLEASE Bink.... I beg you. Listen to them."

"Why me..?"

"Why you what?"

"Why me?" Bink pressed looking down at his hands. Hands he felt many times before but scarcely knew. They had markings as his arm bore markings. He never knew he had such upon his flesh. "You said you chose me, so I want to know why."

Dana shrugged and flopped back down beside him. It was an unladylike and whimsical gesture. "Honestly? Your soul just happened to be at the right stage at the right time when I decided to choose someone." Bink blinked in disbelief to her which in turn only made her look all the more confused. "What? Were you really expecting some divine and proper answer? I'm a goddess, Bink! I don't really get much choices in anything, so when I DO choose, there is little thought behind it. I'm usually so grateful I have the energies to bestow otherworldly gifts on others that I don't take time to think about my choices, but again, Gods don't really give thought. We just do."

Bink frowned and leaned upon his knees in slight disgust. “I figured Gods had all these rules and codes to go by."

"That is too much order to think on." Dana giggled. "Besides, I'm not the Goddess of equality. I’m nature. Nature itself is a very chaotic and ever changing force. You can't expect anything constant from me or the world. It just won't happen."

"Oh..."

Dana sighed and rubbed at Bink's back, "There, there... Let us focus on the stuff I really wanted to tell you, hmm? Then you can wake up and go on with life and next time you talk to me, then you can sit there and try and argue the nature goddess to be less of a Being of chaos, ok?"

"I-i-i... I thought you said I was dead?"

"You ARE dead. But only for a few seconds. Now shut up and let me say my words before it gets too late and I must do some divine intervention on your body to keep you living." She paused then pressed her fingers to his lips as he began to open them and added. "You won't like divine intervention. You'd return not whole and be unnatural and thus no longer one of my servants. I'd then have to ask all the other followers of nature to kill you. So just listen, will you?"

Bink just nodded though he had another two questions on his mind.

"Now then, where to start... oh, yes! Unnatural. I guess since I mentioned it I’ll start there."

"You don't even know what you want to say?!"

Dana scoffed and swatted the backside of his head again. "Chaos being!! Now shut it! I'm talking." Bink scowled at her, but motioned for her to continue. “Thank you." She giggled as she started on her merry little talk.

"You must understand some things about me and nature if you are going to be my vessel to speak the truths in the world. The first is this: Nothing is constant. Don't try and work for stagnation. Don't you dare focus on order. Nature is violent and ever-changing. Just as one gets settled in the coldness of winter, the storms come and hail forth the heat and that of spring. I am nurturing and caring, but I'm not kind. Nature does not pamper the weak and needy. Look at my deer, the herd animals. Strong and proud, and I guarantee you they will all push out the weak to the outside of the herd to be eaten first. Because I do not like weaklings!" She jabbed at Bink's arm with her Pinky as she repeated each syllable. “I Do not like Weak Lings! So stop your sniveling and hiding and grow a spine. You're a disgrace of an Elf."

"But I'm a Sidhe, not an elf." He protested and to his dismay only got another swat to the back of the head as a quick response.

"Sidhe indeed.... Sidhe, Elf, long-ears, tree demon... is all the same to me. Do you or do you not have long ears?" He reached up to pet his ears and nodded. "Good. Are you or are you not born of magic?" He shrugged, beginning to fear speaking. "You have the Sight. You can't have such power without being born with it. You are. Now stop squabbling like your brethren over stupid racial titles. Elf... Sidhe it’s all the same. Now on the other hand.... You are a being of truth as you see and say things as I do. Therefore, as I am nature and you are my earthly eyes, you cannot lie. SO stop doing it! And I mean all those lies... even those little ones you think no one will know about.... “She eyed the Sidhe a moment before adding, "Like telling Jehan you are going to your garden when instead you go out roaming the wilds in hopes to run into those hooligans that follow false gods." Bink looked up and before he could even open his mouth, she swatted him again. “I’m a goddess, Bink. I know everything! Especially when it comes to my chosen."

Bink settled back where he sat... this odd ledge that wasn't really a ledge at all. It was...glow on glow but it didn't make his eyes water. But then he was dead, his eyes wouldn't water... but he could see... it all confused him. "Focus, Bink," Dana snapped as she patted his shoulder to draw his eyes upon her. She was truly lovely. A simple... natural beauty. How fitting, he thought. "Thank you for that compliment. Now where were we?"

"Unnatural..." Bink muttered.

"Oh, right! I almost forgot about that. Keep think all people are the same, unless they grow weak to the point that their weaknesses begin to harm the world around them. You know the type... The greedy, the selfish....the gluttons. Also, and please remember this dearly. Every person is the same, unlike they become something unnatural. No matter what their reasons, if it’s unnatural and against the fabric of their creation, then they are not fit to share the fabrics of life with anyone."

"Well how can anyone judge that?"

"Just go with the basics and wing it." She shrugged. "Nature isn't perfect. Even Gods make mistakes. We just don't stop and note them. We take that mistake and make it work in a new way and continue moving forward, never backward. For example... changing what you were born as to be something else without the blessings of my balefire or the gifts of my glamour and acceptance is bad. I don't care how you explain the change if it wasn't done with my blessings it’s just not natural, and therefore those that forced an unnatural change and all those that willingly helped... are my enemies."

Bink sighed but nodded, “Fine, fine... but if I don't like your messages I am going to say so."

"I know. It’s your free choice to take the things I give you and accept them. You must speak their truths, but I can't force you to agree to them all." She sighed and moved to face him, crouching as she pressed her forehead to his to murmurs sweetly, “Now, you ready for my real messages to send with you when you awaken?"

He nodded and she grinned gleefully. "That's it, Elfling! Now then.... When you get back to your home, embrace it as your home. No matter how much the politics annoy you. It is your home, love it as such. And swallow your pride before it gets the better of you. Seek out the oldest of my protectors of hoof and tree and hug them both for me when you see them. Not a like hug either, a real, emotional hug, and kiss them on their forehead. After this, simply tell each of these elders one thing for me. 'Thank you.' You got that all?"

He chuckled and felt a little silly but he nodded. "You want me to find the oldest of protectors of nature and hug them both? That's why you wanted to talk to me while I was dead?"

"Not just that, but it was a really big part, yes." He rolled his eyes and she swatted at him. "You wouldn't have listened any other way, and they need a thank you. I don't think I get to convey my thankfulness for their hard work in my honor enough. They are doing very important things for me."

"Like what?"

"Oh, you'll know if you need to." She smiled honestly. "When you meet the new Tiarna, please tell him that if he ever sways and thinks to go off from his purpose to protect my gardens and people, then his death will follow swiftly after him and it won't be quick or clean."

He blinked and for the moment thought on Bel, the reason he died in the first place and his war with Kaly, his son. The one that only wanted to be Tiarna of this Sithen to protect his people. "Ok, Milady... I can do that."

"Ah! There is your politeness. You must be waking up then, so I'll be quick! So wake up, find Belucatrados, stare him in the eyes and tell him that he will die within a fortnight. I am very angry at him, and should he try to thwart his own demise, my fury will only grow stronger and my revenge on his arrogance will only be sweeter." She sighed and pet his cheek with her hands. "So much I want to say, and that I will, but later... now, off with you!" She giggled and kissed him, full on the mouth. It shot pain through his body as it spasmed and air went rushing into his lungs as he tried to screamed but only found himself suffocating all over again.

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Bink sat up and tumbled forward, the echoes of his name blurring his senses with the blur of his eyes. He couldn't focus, not with all the light and color all around him. He felt people reaching for his arms and body, but he swatted them away, hissing as he fought to stand, right himself. The world spun madly and he wobbled, stepping sideways with the violence of the world's movements.

Then everything went clear, the gray of the tent, the dimness of the fire light, the horrified and anger stare from the burly man with ram horns. Belucatrados. He knew it was the man he had never seen before without being told. He stumbled and lurched forward, bobbing in place as he shuddered from the coolness of his blood that remained wet against his clothes and body. But he never took his eyes from Bel. Instead he merely raised a hand weakly and pointed at him, and said as loudly and clearly as he could muster.

"Belucatrados..... You will be dead within the fortnight. Make your peace now or suffer Gaia's further wrath for your insolence... la...later..."

And his body grew heavy and weak and he felt the wind rush upon his eyes as the world went black, and he fell into the nothingness of unconsciousness.


((Closing note: I wanted too a link to the song that this piece if written after in case anyone hasn't heard it. It's Linkin Park's No More Sorrow from their Album Minutes to Midnight. I chose a links with Lyrics to help out those that don't know the song. it's Bink's new theme song for me. it expresses his views on the politics about alot he's dealt with IC. Enjoy!))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxgEl-LXdcQ

[Blaze]

Great stuff Bink! And the Linkin Park lyrics I get totally!! Looking forward to what's to come..... :)