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October 7th, 2004


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06:42 pm - An initiation.
The hand on my shoulder squeezed tight. A light but firm push indicated the direction I should move.

I resisted the urge to turn my head, to see the source of the hand. I stepped forward, not with conviction, but at least without hesitation. There are some things that you cannot fight, and there are things that you should not fight. This was something I should not fight.

I stood alone now, in the center of a circle. Around me were shapes, indistinct and uncertain, hidden from my full vision. I was not concentrating on peripheries. I was consumed by the center. The hand on my shoulder made no move.

Words were spoken. What they said, I cannot repeat. What they meant, I cannot describe. Both words and meanings are bound by the oath I took when I said, "I accept."

There was something frightening about the way those words passed my lips; they were spoken with assurance, and with a finality I had not been convinced of moments ago. Those two words re-defined who I was, and made me who I am. I was shocked to find that I did not hesitate a moment when the statements were made.

On nights like this, I remember.
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From:romandruid
Date:October 8th, 2004 05:27 am (UTC)
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The hand on my shoulder squeezed tight. A light but firm push indicated the direction I should move.

Oh... I know that feeling and have learned to dread it. (In my case, though, at Yule 2002, it was rather more of a foot in the behind than a "hand on the shoulder" and a shove to the fire, rather than a "light but firm push.")

Are the Gods always so gentle with you? Do you ever lapse?
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From:chronarchy
Date:October 8th, 2004 05:35 am (UTC)
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Do you ever lapse?

Every day.

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