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Post by ♫~Leap~♫ on Jun 24, 2012 22:10:21 GMT -6
There is a hill of bones.
It sits in the midst of a vast sea, towering over the blue water like a beast who longs to devour it but something, something won't let it. It is high. Higher than the tallest of towers. Higher than the clouds that droop above them. Higher than even the stars in the sky. It is as white as snow and wide as the planet Neptune. It is threatening, yet peaceful. Cheerful yet gloomy. It is a hill of bones.
There is a hill of bones.
No one has climbed it, for it is to high or to wide or to threatening or to evil. Few have tried and all have failed for this hill of bones is to high and the bones are to loose. If one were to misplace their feet they'd go tumbling down,
down,
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and fall back into sea.
But.
There is a boy. This boy sits atop this hill of bones, all alone. He watches the water as it laps at his hill of bones down,
down,
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below his feet. He listens to the wind that bites away hungrily at his hill of bones, the way it growls and moans and tries to throw him off his hill of bones. Tries to throw him into the sea below him. He laughs at the cruelty of his life – fragile as thin ice and as easy to bent as dough – and watches things through eyes that have long since turned to stone. For this boy can only see the bad and the good has been thrown to the water beneath his thrown.
There is a hill of bones.
No one has climbed it.
No one but a boy with a mane of fire.
But.
One day, a girl from the sea – locks of hair painted brown with the most delicate of paint brushes and mouth open wide, wide, wide – approached the boy's hill of bones. She placed her hands on the bones and shook her head and told herself this will not do. The boy watched her with eyes of stone a laughed at the stupidity of it all. And then that girl did something incredible. With strings of words after words after words, she built up stairs, right to the very top of the boy's hill of bones.
The boy was afraid as no one had climbed his hill of bones but he, himself and, whenever she got close, he would push her down,
down,
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n
and watch her hit the bottom. But than she would climb up, up, up her stairs of words until he pushed her back down,
down,
d
o
w
n.
There is a hill of bones.
One day, while the boy was watching the sea and listening to the wind, the girl with painted hair climbed up, up, up her stairs and pushed him down,
down,
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n
and laughed when he fell into the sea. And she jumped down,
down,
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after him.
The boy flails and flails and flails for, without his hill of bones he is nothing and the sea scares him ever so much. But the girl from the sea tells him that the water is fine and she would help him to swim. When he flails and flails and flails and tries to get back to his hill of bones, she shoves his head beneath the surface and won't let him leave.
There is a hill of bones.
But there is also a vast sea.
The girl from the sea teaches the boy with a mane of fire to swim, swim, swim and, although the sea is a scary, scary place, the boy begins to swim, swim, swim on his own. And the two swim all day and all night together. But, when the girl of the sea is not watching, he will swim to his hill of bones. And he'll watch the waves crash against his feet. And he'll listen to the sound of the wind as it tries, tries, tries to bite away at his hill of bones.
It is harder to watch the waves and listen to the wind from the shore.
Over time, the boy with the mane of fire's eyes of stone become real. All the good and all the bad came crashing into him with the waves that would crash into his hill of bones. But, the girl from the sea wells him not to fear as being stone is worse than being nothing at all. So they swim, swim, swim. But when he returns to his hill of bones, she comes to and laughs at the stupidity of it all. And while he watches the waves crash into his hill of bones and listens to the wind as it tries, tries, tries to bite away at he and his thrown, the girl from the sea watches the waves as they tickle her feet and listens and the wind gently blows through her painted hair.
Because the girl from the sea can see only the good and none of the bad.
And they sit on his hill of bones and laugh at the wonders of their lives – hard as iron and warm as the sun – until the night gives way to day. And when the sun rises, the girl from the sea swims, swims, swims away from the boy with a mane of fire all alone. And she swims and swims and swims until her arms and legs give way and she can't swim for a moment longer. And the water escapes her mouth. And the water fills her lungs. And she falls down,
down,
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n.
The boy with the mane of fire cries and cries and cries, but no one can see his tears because they're washes away in the tide. He cries for days. He cries for weeks. He cries for months. He cries for years. And he only stops because he has no more tears left to cry. And he swims, swims, swims back to his hill of bones and thinks that now that he can see the good, the bad is all the more worse and wonders how he ever climbed his hill of bones in the first place at all.
He puts his hand here and his foot there, because the girl's stairs crumbled along with her. And he climbs, up, up, up until he's almost reached the top. But then, he misplaces his foot and goes tumbling down,
down,
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n.
And, while he falls he wishes he had never been to the sea at all.
Because the sea is a scary, scary place.
But what you become because of it is the scariest part of all.
There is a hill of bones.
The only one to have climbed it was a boy with a mane of fire and a girl from the sea. But they're both gone now and the hill of bones is empty. But the waves crash into it and the wind bites away at it and, together, they send it falling down,
down,
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...
You must all be very confused now. Good. So am I. I tried my hand at writing a bunch of jibberish and crossing my fingers, hoping that at least someone would understand what this story's about. Okay, before you read this next part, I want you to think it over. Who is the boy with a mane of fire? Who is is the girl from the sea? What the heck could a hill of bones and a giant ocean have to symbolize? Got it in your head? Good.
The two characters in this are, in fact, Silver and Lyra. Yeah. SoulSilverShipping. X3 I guess that the hill of bones was supposed to represent Silver's detachment from the rest of the world. You know, how he has no friends and doesn't like to converse with anyone and everyone? The fact that no one was able to climb it represents all the people who tried to get him to open up, but failed in the process. However, when they're came, her climbing the hill shows how she managed to break through his outer shell and see the... real him? The sea represents everything. The human population. All the people who Silver had ignored while swimming equals becoming part of the world around them. Talking to people. Opening up to people you otherwise won't. I'm going to assume that little ol' Lyra dies or has to go somewhere where he can't follow... I like the dieing idea better and, when little ol' Silver tries to go back to the indifferent, cold person he was - climbing his hill of bones again - he finds that he can no longer do it because of the memory of dear Lyra. And him falling might be him... I don't know. Maybe he dies, too. XD
This is dedicated to my friend from FF.net, Odile. Her writing surpasses almost every other writing style that I have ever encountered and she is just the sweetest person. Without her work for inspiration, this little fan fiction would never even exist. :3
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