Lili the Lost

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Lili the Lost; Goddess of Tragedy
Topic Started: Apr 21 2009, 10:30:27 AM (61 Views)
*The Book Keeper*	Apr 21 2009, 10:30:27 AM Post #1
The Keeper of History Posts: 48 Group: Resource Member #2 Joined: Oct 5, 2008	The young girl, her wind-driven hair striking like blond serpents, looked over the wide expanse of the Pale Lake. The mainland shore rose, barely visible, from the horizon, little more than the slightly raised crust of an aquatic pie. She remembered no more than thirteen years before her, nine that she could directly recall, and most of her childhood smelled of freshly baked cod and the murky stench of seaweed, her ears honed down by the ever-present breaking of the waves upon the family bow. Her attention shifted to her father, a strapping gentlemen, baldness slowly blooming around his scalp's extremities as age devoured his youthful pitch topper. Barrel after barrel, crate after crate, he loaded the Great Lili with food and supplies to last them several months on the water, preparing their entire family--father, daughter, and mother, four counting her unborn child--for another exciting, bond-creating summer out on the brilliant crests of the Pale Lake. Her mother's round belly, covered by a thin, blue gown, bulged forward as she touted it onto the ship, carrying what they all considered their most precious cargo. She had thought herself sterile from the birth of the girl, barely having survived it herself, and gestated the fetus as if the lives of thousands depended on the survival of that lonely, unborn sibling. "Lili!" she called loudly, scanning the land for her. So much time out on the water had scarred the mother's human sense of earth and soil and grass, the grass as blinding to her as the retina-burning ripples of the lake. "Lili!" she yelled once again, her hands clasped against her back. The young girl finally heard her and slid from the branches she laid in to the ground, a slight bump transferring her to a long slide down the hill, her squealing laugh bringing levity to the air as she spun ever so gently on the grass. Brushing her cut-off denims--clearing them of grass but worsening the chlorophyll stains--Lili ran to the docked boat, running over the dock with wooden sandals clapping against the planks. "I'm here, mother!" her sweet voice rang out as she slowed, torso-length hair blinding her as the ever-changing breeze of the half-sea lashed against her face. The girl pulled her hair back, revealing her brilliant, blue eyes, the kind of eyes that pierced the soul and captured the mind. Her mother shared a similar trait, though Lili's were more brilliant thanks to the tinges of green within, the wolf-like eyes of her father passed down at conception. Her blue tank-top rustled slightly as she climbed the docking bridge to greet her mother, her thin arms reaching partially around her mother's bloated belly. "Are you ready to go, Lilith?" her mother asked, massaging her hair. With a large smile, Lili nodded her head with all her might, happy to go on their season-long trip among the Pale waters. "Okay, then, get on board. You can steer us out, right dear?" she continued, shifting her attention to her husband as he loaded one of the last casks into the Great Lili's hold. "Right!" he said, grunting as he dropped it, trying his best to avoid destroying the supply case. Small bits of ale leaked out the sides, nearly invisible to the untrained eye. His warm lips moistened his wife's cheek as he pattered Lili on the head, quickly lifting her up on his shoulder. "Urgh, you're getting a bit big for this!" he said, laughing as he careened dizzily onto the bridge. She climbed from his shoulder onto the raised deck as he started up the stairs to the wheel, her slender fingers grasping the steering mechanism. "Just a few minutes more, my dear, and we'll be ready to shove off!" he said, ruffling her hair as he usually did. His muddied boots soiled the hardwood deck as he left to finish loading the hull with supplies to last the lot of the Season of Sola and beyond back to shore, the family's skin still tanned from their last ventures. Five minutes passed, and as promised her father blew the "all-clear" whistle from the bow. Laughing with joy, Lili released the break, the anchor rising from the shallow depths as the ship lurched forward. It skimmed a sandbar before turning out toward the great lake, picking up speed until it skipped along the crests, the familiar, steady rhythm locking with their stomachs as they ventured out into the freshwater sea. The launch fuel, little more than pieces of dried grass set in a circle of Runes, quickly depleted as the various molecules broke down into little more than bits of gas and dust, atomic forces boiling a great amount of water and streaming it beneath the vessel, propelling them from the dock. With the pull of a lever, both of the young girl's arms straining against the tension, a great, triangular sail unfolded from the bow mast, the central mast of the boat unleashing massive, rectangular expanses of canvas, the flexible cloth catching the wind and moving them into the deep waters. The text of the page transfers into illegible mixtures of random glyphs and ancient Archet. Perhaps the story will be continued another time. Edited by Fission, May 12 2009, 10:11:45 AM.



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