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Aug 16, 2005 15:52:54 GMT
Post by Katrina Summers (retired) on Aug 16, 2005 15:52:54 GMT
A vacation was what she needed. Katrina was so down, stressed and miserable. She didn't want to be at MH anymore, nor did she want to live. You shouldn't give up too soon, a little voice said inside her head. She was just too tired of everything to bother anymore. Maybe there's nothing left for me? she replied the little voice.
She walked along the graveyard. This wasn't a pleasant walk, it rained, it was dark as night and her clothes where so wet, they were getting heavy. If it was one thing she didn't care about, it was catching a cold. Why should I care anymore? she thought and walked further into the graveyard.
Far away she remembered someone saying: "The only thing worth living for is love, but the only thing worth dying for is love too." Well then, why don't anyone love me? See, there is other reasons to die too!
"Why is life so miserable?" she shouted into the night.
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Aug 16, 2005 17:40:04 GMT
Post by † Cealla † on Aug 16, 2005 17:40:04 GMT
Mmm, nighttime and raining- the perfect setting for an adventure. The young lycan had decided that she needed to see more of the ground around the school, getting to know the terrain as best she could without actually entering the school. Perhaps, when she was old enough, maybe she could go to take a few classes there. But then again, maybe not. Would it really be worth it? She didn't have much desire to mingle with the students, just to maybe learn some magic like Xavier did. That would be something she could be proud of.
So, on this cold and rainy summer night, she ventured out of the Tunnels and past the Lake, headed for the graveyard. her black wolf-pelt helped her to blend with the darkness, moving swiftly towards the night. It had been a couple months since her birth and she was already the size of a collie, a formidable form for a lycan of her age.
She finally entered the graveyard, curling up underneath a gravestone and simply looking around. Upon hearing the girl enter, her curiosity was piqued. After sniffing the air cautiously, she emerged from behind the gravestone and followed her closely.
'Life is whatever you make of it.' She sent to the girl, unable to talk while still as a wolf. Solemn words for such a young pup, but then again most humans hadn't even experienced such pain in one lifetime as she had in just a few mere months.
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Aug 16, 2005 18:05:48 GMT
Post by Katrina Summers (retired) on Aug 16, 2005 18:05:48 GMT
Someone spoke, but she didn’t hear a voice. "Who's there?" she said scared and looked around. Behind her a little wolf was walking. "Well hello there," she said to the little one. She seemed so young, but yet so wise. Had she been through much pain and then got so wise? Or what had happened.
Afraid to say anything wrong, she didn't ask. All she knew was that for her, it felt like no one cared anymore. Well of course, Alexandra cared, but she seemed to be the only one too. She hadn't got any answer from her grandparents the last three month either. Maybe they didn't want her anymore?
It was such chaos inside her head, it was driving her crazy. Katrina Summers, the faerie, who would have thought she could loose her mind like this? Voices telling her what to do, and not to do.
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Aug 16, 2005 23:14:53 GMT
Post by † Cealla † on Aug 16, 2005 23:14:53 GMT
She almost chuckled at the girl's apparent suprise, but bit back the laughter and quickly turned it into a dog-like sneeze. The girl had obviously never seen a lycan before- then again, it seemed like most students hadn't. They really needed to be better educated, at least in her opinon. Otherwise they'd wind up getting killed by creatures on a fairly regular basis; which actually happened more often than most of them believed.
'I'm here, of course. And hello to you too.' She replied, a wolfy grin on her face. She needed to get out of the Tunnels more often, some of these students could really be rather funny.
Yawning a little, she paced around the gravestones. Her blue eyes flicked briefly over each of the names; reading all of them but not recognizing a single one of them. They were all wizards, from what she could tell.
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Aug 17, 2005 7:05:07 GMT
Post by Ondrea on Aug 17, 2005 7:05:07 GMT
Ondrea was wondering about on her regular night time stroll, this time enjoying it more then her recent walks, for it was raining, and if she shed some tears no one would see, nor worry, which it the way she liked it.
Her wings were not visible, for she did not enjoy being known as a faerie, and she wore her usual dark clothes and make-up.
Walking into the graveyard, she could sit unbothered, and sort out her thoughts, feelings, and wishes. However this time when entering, she could make out to blurred images through the down-pour. Walking in the shadows of the trees that surrounded the graveyard, Ondrea remained unseen, even as she grew closer and closer to the two creatures. A scream filled her ears, a female seemed to be asking what Ondrea thought would be God, why is life so miserable. Once close enough to make out what appeared to be a faerie, like herself, and a wolf, or as she assumed to be a lycan, for she knew that they roamed around on MH grounds. Smiling at the sight of the lycan, she wondered if this one would be kind, or if it was out for a fight.
Deciding she wanted to find out, she walked out of the shadows, nodding at the girl, who seemed to be surprised by the lycan, and then looked down at the lycan, "I am Ondrea, I havn't seen you around before." she said to the lycan, inspecting its features, that were rather appealing to Ondrea.
Ondrea took a seat beside the lycan, and then looked at the other girl, "I am assuming you were the one I heard screaming."
"Well the answer to that question is simple really, without bad things, everything would all be good, and if everything was all good, it wouldn't feel as if it were actually good, it would feel as if it were normal. So if you want to have good and fun experiences in your life, then you are going to have to have some miserable ones to, for good doesn't exsist without bad, happiness doesn't exsist without misery. Yes I know, you are probably thinking, but my life has always been this way, never good things in it, but there are still days to come, and that is when you will feel happiness, and you will know the difference of misery and joy, but your good days will only come if you stay." Ondrea said, without thinking, knowing that she had probably made absolutely no sense, and that the two creatures would look at her as if she was some lunitic.
Looking up at the darkened sky, that was crying as if it understood the pain of the people below it, she smiled, "You might not be a believer of God, but he is crying because of your pain, and he wants you to be happy, and he wants you to know that you are not alone."
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Aug 17, 2005 10:41:38 GMT
Post by Katrina Summers (retired) on Aug 17, 2005 10:41:38 GMT
Another faerie had appeared out of nowhere. The Lycan seemed to be amused by her surprise. "Yes I was," she replied the Ondrea. "I haven't seen you around either and I've been here a while now." It was like a great relief filled her, people did actually want her to stay!
She listened carefully to what the other faerie had to say before she spoke again. "You seem to have a lot of experience, but yet, God has never been on my side before; why should he then cry because of my misery?" Katrina was well aware of the rain, but she didn't care if the tombstone she was about to sit down on was wet. So she sat down and rested her head on her knees.
While she was sitting like this faces swam before her eyes; all her friends that seemed to have forgotten her, her grandparents, and her parents, who she hadn't seen in many years. Everyone she cared for seemed to still be alive, but leave her. Why was it like this? If there really was a God, he wouldn't let people just leave her without a reason, would he?
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Aug 17, 2005 16:52:40 GMT
Post by Ondrea on Aug 17, 2005 16:52:40 GMT
"You know, I could rattle on and on about how God sent his son down, Jesus Christ, and he died a terrible death for our sins, so we could go to heaven; but I can answer your question, even if you cannot believe what I have to say, I still can answer truthfully. God has always been on your side, he was on Hitlars side, he wanted him to be a good person, he loved him, he created him, he was his son, he wanted everything for him, and he wanted him to be the best he could be, and not to be hurt, although Hitlar didn't exactly furfill Gods' hopes; but God loves everyone he put on this Earth, he cries when he sees them hurt, and he is happy when you are, he never leaves your side, you are never a lone, even if you are the worst person on Earth, God is there, trying to help you become better, and is crying when you make a mistake, or get hurt. I know that something must have happened, or someone did something to you, and you are probably thinking, of God actually loves me, why would he let them do this to me? Well the answer to that is, God does not control what others do, and that is why he is sad when they do these bad things, and he wants you to know that he loves you. God loves you, and you are not alone." Ondrea said, "Now that I have done my preaching..." she said sarcasticly, it was not her normal self to start talking about God and his ways to a stranger, but this girl needed her eyes opened.
"And if it bothers you that you can't see him, and that is your excuse not to believe in him, then so be it, but if you believe in love, then you should believe in God, because like God, you can't actually see love, you just know."
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Aug 17, 2005 22:23:05 GMT
Post by † Cealla † on Aug 17, 2005 22:23:05 GMT
Cealla sniffed the faerie cautiously as she approched and smelled nothing but joy and a general calm outlook on life. She didn't seem to be much of a threat, but then again you could never really tell. The faerie seemed to be such a happy person; the exact kind that the lycaness loathed being around. Life wasn't always happy and sometimes it wasn't right to sugarcoat it for people.
She merely sat there, nodding her furry head as the faerie said her name and sat down next to her. She wasn't about to object, considering that she was in no mood for a fight. But from the moment the conversation shifted to God, she couldn't help but snort. She hadn't been raised with any religous beliefs such as that.
'God doesn't exist. She replied, her voice echoing inside the two faerie's heads. 'Life is whatever you want it to be. You fight every battle alone and I'm sad to say that you're going to die alone. You are the only one you can ever really depend on. If there was a God in this world, then how could he make such forsaken creatures to roam this planet? I do not care how much he may love me. For, in the end, I only depend on myself.'
She hoped that she hadn't offended Ondrea, but actually didn't really care. She wouldn't have to see them after this night if she didn't choose to, after all. So why should she even bother to care?
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Aug 18, 2005 1:08:32 GMT
Post by Ondrea on Aug 18, 2005 1:08:32 GMT
Ondrea looked at the lycan, who she could thought not to be to fond of her, "I admire your strength, although I don't think you are yet strong enough to realize what you are not, and that you are nothing without God; then again, you don't believe in him, so it must be hard to see something that you don't believe in. It is sad that you do not believe in him, but I can not do anything to change that, and I do not judge people by what they believe in, so don't worry about that. However, I have one question for you, how do you think beings came to be, if there is no God, was there just a big bang, and then poof, there we were?" Ondrea looked over to the girl who was upset, "You have to choose what you believe, you can believe what she, sorry I don't know your name, has to say, which is much more depressing, or you can believe in what I said, which could really help you." Ondrea said.
"I hope none of you are offended about my beliefs, but it is the way I am. Without God, I would have given up a long time ago." Ondrea said, "Life isn't all sweet and happiness, it has its' ups and downs, and I have gone through enough downs for a life time, but they will not be ending, I know that, so it is a reliever to know that I won't be facing my problems alone." Ondrea said, "Do you want to hear a poem, it is one of my all time favourites, oh, and one more thing, may I ask you two your names, before I go any further."
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Aug 18, 2005 12:15:55 GMT
Post by Katrina Summers (retired) on Aug 18, 2005 12:15:55 GMT
The Lycan had a point; there couldn't be such a thing as a God. "It is called evolution, Ondrea," she said from her place on the tombstone. "There is no God. Nothing anyone say could change that for me."
Katrina used her wings to get herself back on her feet. "No offence, Ondrea, but if you're going to talk more about God, I think I'll leave." It was like the decition was already made for her, she just had to figure it out herself. She was going on a journey to see and experience on her own, not wanting to fall behind.
"Thank you for trying, but I'm leaving. Maybe not life, not yet, but at least MH." She picked a rose from a rose-bush, placed it in her pocket and turned to leave. "I'll bring this flower with me as a memory of MH until my return. But it is in my deepest doubts that I'll even be missed when I'm no longer here." With this she had slowly began to walk out of the graveyard and the grounds of Magic Horizons.
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Aug 18, 2005 22:10:38 GMT
Post by Ondrea on Aug 18, 2005 22:10:38 GMT
Ondrea was growing more and more upset, why were people so stuborn, and blind?
"I am sorry to tell you, but evolution is not true, and Jesus was the son of God, there are scienctific proof of his existence. If you were to leave, people would miss you, even if you are so hard to talk to." Ondrea said in an annoyed voice, but she personally held nothing against the girl, or the lycan, she knew if she talked about religion, there would be some people who would object to her beliefs.
Once seeing the girl leave, she ran after her, out of the grave yard, and held her back, "Please do not leave." she said.
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Aug 28, 2005 17:36:33 GMT
Post by Katrina Summers (retired) on Aug 28, 2005 17:36:33 GMT
She felt Ondrea's hand on her wrist, but she released herself from it right away. "What's your problem? I have no friends here that'll miss me," Katrina almost snarled. She was beginning to get angry, but she didn't want to say anything tha could hurt the Lycan or Ondrea, so she turned away from them both.
With a flap of her heavy wings she jumped a few feet away from the other faerie. ''Let me be! I want to leave. I want to see the world,'' she walked away once more.
The only thing Ondrea's eternal nag about God had done was to make her want to live, but leave MH. Whan she couldn't have the one she loved, she would go out there and experience a new love.
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Aug 28, 2005 19:15:50 GMT
Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Aug 28, 2005 19:15:50 GMT
ooc: If you don't want me here; just tell me and I will delete this post.
bic: "God and Man", said a calm voice from the shadows that hugged the Graveyard as tightly as a mother holds her child, "Which is better? Which is right? You all sit about arguing about absolutes when you should look in between the lines. On one hand, there are those that say that God created the Earth in seven days and all was good. Yet on the other hand, others would argue that the Earth was created over 4.3 billion years ago by a celestial occurrence. Whatever you choose to believe, follow it until the end, but what if the end isn't something that you want to see?"
"Those that bask in the glory that they call God are so narrow minded when it comes to hearing that there are other possible reasons out there for creation. And then those scientists that say that they are open to all ideas completely shut out those of the religious. So what does that make us? Are we made in the image of the Maker as some would adulate, or have we come from a primordial jelly that all life on this planet sprung? Each argument has it's strengths, but also has an equal share of flaws.", said the voice that seemed to originate from behind a dying oak, and yet no one was there.
"Those that believe in the Christ say that the Bible carries all the answers to life's mysteries and that it should be followed to the exact letter. And yet it does not say in the Bible how to cure disease; it says only to repent and beg forgiveness for what you have done in hopes that you or whoever is suffering will be healed. The Bible makes it look like you have brought the disease down upon yourself by your actions, but how can we be certain that there is truth behind that? All we have is a book that is 4000 years old and half of it holds no true facts or dates in time. It only holds the beliefs of certain individuals from that time, but the Earth has revolved many times on it's axis since then. Times and beliefs have changed. Yet the Bible does not change with them; that is why so many doubt it's scriptures holding any truth to them."
"Then there are those that have shown that there is no truth to many of the Bible's teachings. These scientists have proven that the Earth is older than what is expressed in the teachings of many religious books, but the Bible is the least accurate out of them all. It denounces the existence of prehistoric reptiles; preferring to pass them off as the dragons of old that troubled the serfs and peasants of times long gone. And yet, scientists have proven that there is no way that these 'dragons' could have existed with humans, so the religious fall back and say that these reptiles didn't exist at all. But then how does that explain for the countless skeletons that have been found world wide? Whenever the religious denounce the existence of something or say that something isn't true, Science always has a way of proving them wrong. For the scientists have factual evidence on their side, and there is very little factual evidence that has survived from the time of the Bible."
"But these conflicting forces hardly matter in the greater spectrum of things", said the maddeningly calm voice that seemed to echo all across the dismal place,"What matters is who created God. Was he there from the beginning of Time or was he a figment of Man's mind? Many religions of the Ancient world have been denounced as pagans because they have multiple gods, unlike those religions that have one 'true' God. But they believed in their gods as much as the people of today believe in their God. So does that not rise the question that God is only a crutch for Man to rest on in times of need? When he has lost all hope and needs something to restore it. Who would Man normally turn to, but an almighty figure that he calls a God. Is it not possible that this crutch that some call God is just something that Man has whittled away from the tree of Time? Is he just a tool that Man has made or does he really exist out there?"
Yet now the calm voice became cold with anger and fury. The seemingly ubiquitous owner said, "Yet there is the one flaw that makes it so easy to say that God doesn't exist. He posses the one trait that Man has and uses to terrible designs; arrogance and stubbornness. It says in the Bible that God loves of all this children, why is there irreversible suffering in this world? Why are there children that have no parents? Why are they forced to cry themselves to sleep every night, and wake up every morning with the hopes that mother and father will come cradle them in their arms and comfort them? But the mothers and fathers of many never come and God lets many a child suffer with the passing of every day. In the Torah, it might say that God is merciful to all of those who repent for their actions. If that is so, why then are there people that have begged for forgiveness with all of their heart and are denied pardon? Murderers repent for their actions and yet they are still killed. Dying mothers repent for their actions and hope that their baby survives, but God cruelly snatches it away from the mother. God denies the mother the hope of her child living and then she dies as well. Kings have begged to have their people spared, but were then cut down where they stood and the conquerors killed everyone they could, and what is sickening is that is was all in the name of God. God is not merciful; God is vengeful. Look back in time and see all of the violence, hatred and suffering that have all been justified in the name of God. If God loves his children, why does he allow needless slaughter? If God cherishes his children; why doesn't he let them starve and rot in the vastness of the world? If God exists, then there would be none of this, but God seems to only approve of whatever those who follow him do. He did not stop slaughters of non-believers; he approved them. He didn't stop the destruction of civilizations; he proclaimed that it was their time to fall and his people to raise. God only helps those who worship him, hence Man has created God for Man thinks the exact same way."
The voice had become strained in the midst of it's monologue, but with the end near; summoned the energy to say the finally piece. "Think awhile on those words; they may seem prejudiced, but in time you will come to realize that there is more truth behind such thoughts than you can imagine at the moment. Now hopefully what I have said will open your mind, but if not; then at least you will know how the world works in the eyes of one who knows all of it's sufferings." With that said and done, a small breeze rustled through the Graveyard; roughly caressing a head of grey hair near the entrance of the place. All that could be seen was an outline and the color of the figure's hair. Who he was and why he was here; those questions would have to be answered by those that had heard him.
He was one who had seen more of the violent upheavals of the world, yet he had experienced many of it's pleasures. He was one who lived life to the fullest, but it could be said that he didn't live life at all. He was what he was; that was all that was needed to understand him without knowing his background.
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Aug 29, 2005 5:57:53 GMT
Post by Ondrea on Aug 29, 2005 5:57:53 GMT
OOC- I don't mind if you are here at all, I liked your post a lot!
BIC: Ondrea was slowly feeling more and more out of place, she had never spoken like this before, and infact, she usually didn't talk much, especially to strangers, she did not want to be hurt again.
Ondrea let her go, "I am sorry, I just want you to know, that even though I barely know you, I care. I would hate to see you dead. Go ahead, leave, find a place where you feel at home. I just don't want you to go on thinking that no one cares for you." With that said, she let the girl go, and walked back to a tomb-stone, and sat down, staring into the night sky, glancing at the lycan, "I am sorry if I offened you, I am not a predjudice person, and I never have spoken like this before..."Yah usually you just hide away, and try to get away from the world that you just want to escape.
To Ondreas' surprise, a boy who she had seen at a party once before, came into view, and he spoke words, that she could understand, and he spoke in a way, that for some reason did not offend her. Strange. she thought to herself.
"There is something I do want you to know, not all Christians are narrow-minded, for example, most Christians believe in 'Adam and Eve' but for me, I believe in evaluation, strange I know, but it is true that is what I believe. I know that I can not prove that God exists, I just can't, but I have my beliefs, and no one can change them, for I can answer all of their questions. I am pretty sure the old testament is not totally true, for how could we know those things happened forsure? The new testament, I can see being true, because real people wrote these things, it did happen, and there is scientific proof that Jesus lived, they even have his cross. There has been weird miracles, where the Eucharist started to bleed, and when the blood was tested, it was proven to be actual blood. Also the Eucharist has preserved itself before, and a Saint was dug up, years after her death, and she was in perfect condition, it looked as if she was just sleeping. These strange things have happened, and they have happened to Christian people, and things, probably hinting that what we believe is true, but I am not positive, for I am not God, and I do not know if that was his intention. Also, I would like to say, that I have suffered a great deal, and somehow I have made it through the hardest and scariest times. God does not control humans, he does not make them hurt, kill, and die, but he does help them be strong when they are weak, if they ask him. He does not hate people who are not religious, he loves them, but they choose to ignore him, so they do not see him, as they help them through their hard times. I know that I sit in bed, and I wonder how he could take my parents away from me, how could he let me nearly die on the streets, but he didn't the people I lived around are the ones. It is our own fault, people make these mistakes, but God is merciful, and will most likely except them into heaven. I know there are a lot of Christians say that they are the only ones who will live in eternal peace, because God does not let in people who are not Christian, but please, do not let them speak for all of us, for I know many people who don't think that is the way he does it at all. Some people know that since we are not God, and don't think or understand the things he does, so we can not judge who he will accept into heaven, we think that he would let anyone who tried their best and life, and were the best person they could be, will be accepted into heaven. You see, the only reason I was going on and on about God, was to give this girl some hope, some hope in life." Ondrea finished, now wanting to leave, she had made a fool out of herself, and now was stuck in a situation, that she knew she would not even make a difference in anyones thoughts.
"I appreciate your input." she added in, hoping that these people did not find her prejudice, for she was no where near being prejudice, infact she loved learning about other religions, "Oh, and by the way, I'm Ondrea." Ondrea mumbled under her breath, "Not that you really care."
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Aug 30, 2005 2:28:45 GMT
Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Aug 30, 2005 2:28:45 GMT
From the shadows, a smile could be seen on the boy's face. "And once more that is where many seem to find a dead end, for if God cares for all of his children, why does he let them die at the hand of their fellows? You say that God has no control over his subjects and yet with the mention of his name; entire countries have gone to war. If he loves all of his children; why does he not protect each and everyone of them? Many religions say that God cherishes and loves his children for they are a part of him, and yet he lets them die by the dozens every day."
"Sometimes they are by the hand of their brothers and sister of the world, or other times it is simply out of the hardships of the world. Hardships that have been there since the beginning of time; when God was said to have made the world. If God is such a benign and caring being, then why does he allow suffering to do on unchecked in the world? He does he enjoy in such games as a child would; does he make us his pawns and throws us away into oblivion when ever he is bored? Why does he neglect us in our greatest times of need? Why would he never help a boy that need help for the first 14 years of his life? They say God loves his children, but I see no proof of that. I am a human, so that makes me one of God's children does it not, and yet he never helped me all of these years. What is why Man has created God; this is my look on life and it cannot be easily swayed."
Once the boy that was wrapped in shadow had finished his little speech, he turned so that more of his face was visible; but there was something else to the boy. Half of his hair was it's natural grey, but the other still was a deep red; courtesy of the red paint that a certain Carmen had put in his hair. "As for your name Ondrea, I am honored to know it; for it is in one's name that they will be remembered by when they are no more and slowly rotting in the darkness of their grave.", said Forgoil, " But you need not know my name; I doubt that it will be one worth remembering. I enjoyed this little chat Ondrea, perhaps we can have another in the near future, but for now I must take my leave. I think that I have made my point and given all of you something to think on, so I am no longer needed here. I bid you farewell."
Turning slowly about, the boy began to walk back in the direction of the school until the swirling mists of the night enveloped him in their embrace; making it seem like he was never there at all.
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