Post originally by Character_Halcyone
Tell me a story, tell me a fable you know the ones that start with once upon a time. That was how my life always started out from the beginning to the end. The careful weavings of time governed it from the shadows, the sidelines and out of the range of normal things.
Time is a constant thing, at least that's what human's say. Essences such as myself to this day and age don't exist, again at least to them. I see, breath and live that every day of my life. But then again this is a society that believes in some cultures there are no such things as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, fairy or was it fae. Something like that, there was no telling honestly. Back to what I was thinking before I wandered off.
When it comes to Essences of Time, age is relevant and yet it is not. Well sort of at least as I'm still young but there are elders, ancients and then there are legendaries that govern our small society. A council really it is made up of one of each age generation. I'm called a foundling amongst them as to them I'm only 140 years of age amongst the essence.
Humanity would attribute that to 14 years of age, 14 eternal harvest moons. And so on, humanity has unique terms for things, hense my obsession to learn all about them. They with their want to learn, grown is much like myself. I want to learn and grow so some day I can take my father's place among the legends upon the coucil.
Perhaps it's an odd wish as it would take actual millenia for me to even be considered, but time is well irrelevant when one is like me. Each of us essence are different in apperance, different in personality just like those that wander the small realm and planet we observe. Earth most would call it.
My home is a small alternate form of what humans call reality, another realm persay that actually is within the earth itself. Small, it isn't seen or heard of. Hell from what the books say most people are ignorant to what's under their own nose. Like humans we went through our ages. Time in our realm is 4th AR. AR is what one would call Age of Renaissance. We've had our industrial ages, our quests for power, spurts of those before the quell that wanted to reveal our sort to the ones that we call, our story realm.
Humanity, earth is like a story book. Each age they go through, each land, city, life is a story to be written and told. That is my life as a foundling. My life is to learn to stories of our Story realm. I'm to learn, grown to where some day, when my time comes. I can take my place to weaving my small ammounts of essence within time's flow to aid in it's evolution.
"Halcyone are you dreaming again?" Maya the infernal bane of my existance reprimanded. She is what we call an ancient essence. Her duty is to educate us foundlings. Our society is small so her job probably is rather endless. There are aproximated 50 essences in existance, that is all there ever will be.
A smile graced pale pink lips when blue eyes glanced to Maya, "Not at all. I'm writing a story perhaps one of us should write a story about our observations of Story Realms, our life within Seadhna." Came a very typical response but what did one expect, I'm excited it was time to do more reading and I did so love to learn about Lore, Legend and Fantasy within Story realm.
"What shall you learn about today, Halcyone?" Maya proceeded to ask her tone rather patient but then it always was as in our existance, emotions and their discrepancies were well almost banished away during the 3rd AR. That's after all how we count the time of our existances. Our Legendaries live only 1 AR each before the spindle of fabric entwines them in for another essence to bloom forth and start their etchings within the weaving patterns.
As a foundling, I have about 1397 years by human gestimation before I will reach my first AR. Already we'd abolished disease, hunger well it's not hard with so few, war and the like. No our community had long since expanded that, now we observe our Story realm to see how things progress.
"Can I learn about Avalon? I want to laern about that time and place for now. Do they really still have the creatures depicted? Does this little story of Arthur Pendragon, Nimue, Merlin, Guinevere actually truely exist in their history or is it the creations of their own minds you know like that fiction stuff they write or horror or was it sci fi?" The babbling tones that I resonated spilled forth from my lips.
Really there is so much to learn as as essences it's our duty to distinguish one story from another. To carve it's nitch in the shelves of higher learning, understanding and patience. What's more, it's important that we acchive an understanding of what goes on around us for how else will we strive to move forward.
A well meaning hand directed the section about Avalon and what not. It would be a while before I came out to ask more questions probably. That's what I seem to do best is ask questions while the others assimilate the information and move forward. It doesn't hurt to have a better understanding in my opinion.
"They are almost primative aren't they, Maya? We've progressed past them and yet to us, they are fascinating like their umm what is it. Oh yes, goldfish in a crystal toilet bowl. No wait that's fish bowl." By now Maya had slapped a hand to her forehead and was groaning. I did so have a tenacity to mix up things. It was part of the process of growing from a foundling.
"Halcyone have you practiced your weavings today yet?" She forstalled me from bouncing off for the books. The question a stalling device really as she wanted to pick my brains not that she needed much help, they weren't hard to analize by the elders and ancients that is. "Well um.. Sorta.. You see." Again I was stalling as well, weaving isn't my talent. I can do a little but Unlike the others that can weave for hours on end, I can only grasp a few seconds, minutes before I'm tired. I'm the youngest of the foundlings so in time I'll get it right. It was just how things were.
"In time you'll grasp things." The old admonishment and dismissal but it wasn't something I could or would despair over as I headed off to learn about Avalon. "Do some of us essences actually go back to learn things? Or do we just collect the books that the Story realm ellaborately puts out with much pomp and circumstance."
"Essences are always about, no essence ever leaves with just the knowledge of the books, they live and learn. But first they must understand the limitations, the boundries and why we must not be seen for what we are. You my little foundling, aren't ready at this point. You'd probably create our 4th revolution and send us all into what the humans call a tailspin like crapper." The vulgar statement brought a grimance.
"What's a ...." I started to inquire curious as to the words spoke. "Don't! Just stop right there and resume your studies, Halcyone." Of course, just when I get ahold of something to sink my teeth into.
The Mists of Avalon......