Legends surround us. They are unlike us mortals, in our weak ways of age and forgetfulness. But the legend I have for you today, is unlike any you have heard. It is a tale of sorrow, of beauty, of misery and sacrifice. Its a tale of a man who had no home, no one to call family, or even friend. This is a tale of a Pariah, yes, the untouchable holy men, meant to walk into eternity until they become naught but dust. I know this tale better than any for I heard it when I was a boy, and it was as celebrated then as it is now. Great composers pour all their being into orchestras, who's very instruments and musicians break out into open weeping and rejoicing as the sounds come forward like a vital wave, submerging all who listen in a world of fantasy unlike any before. Sculptors become the very stone they carve, as they bring life and detail to the sorroful faces of the immortal characters of this great tale. Painters loose all sanity as they meld with their canvas, their paintings showing movement and an otherworldly reality unknown to man. This tale is long and much like many of the characters, treacherous, if you loose your step, you could fall into a precifice from which there is no return. Come, gather closer by the fire, and I shall tell this story, I shall breathe into you, the life of a Pariah.
"To the sun do I turn my brow as I walk on, and blessed are my footprints, though no man may follow in them, my body aches yet I continue on, I am nothing, but I embody everything....
I Am A Pariah."
Quote: Master Pariah Namid Jafur
Circa: 1002 Before the Fracture.
Topic: Sans Solace, the tale of Nahuatl. (Read 1107 times)