April 12th, 2004

surya

Chaos working VI

Part V

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I started with the easy ones. I pulled names from fiction and fantasy, and particularly from fairy tales. I listed them from childhood stories and recent relationships. I agonized over spellings and variations, and even wrote names in Sanskrit for her to judge. No name ever fit her, and no name matched.

Finally, just as I reached the few Japanese characters I knew, she cried out in frustration. "Oh, it's no use. I want to just tell you, and I want you to remember! I know you know it, you just haven't thought of it yet! And until you do, I can't leave!" She hid her head in her hands and began to sob.

I hated to see this. "Lady, you shouldn't cry. I'll get it soon. It could be the next thing I guess! How about 'Lamashtu'? Or 'Dido'?"

"No! Neither of those is right! Do I look like them? Look into your heart! See me with the eyes you never open!" She threw her face back into her hands.

I didn't know what to do, but I knew that guessing again would be a mistake. She seemed to think that I knew her name from somewhere, and I should be able to draw it out from my soul. What did she mean? I didn't remember ever seeing her before, and I didn't know who she could be.

I sat quietly, watching her shoulders shake as she sobbed. I felt too small to comfort her, too tiny to make a difference for her. She was beautiful, though, despite her giant size. I stood and stepped toward her, intending comfort. In doing so, I tripped on my own two feet.

Suddenly, something about her seemed familiar, though I couldn't place what it was.

Nothing had changed, and she still sobbed. Her shoulders were bent forward, her face in her hands. Wait, her hands?

Peeking out between her hands was a tear-drop. A single, solitary drop slid down to the back of her hand, and detached itself. It fell free, slower than I thought it should, and there it landed, splashing in the light of the setting sun, a million golden drops exploding from the impact.

Golden.

I knew the beautiful creature in front of me.




To be continued. . .

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII
surya

Chaos working VII

Part VI

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"Eris." It was not a question. It was a statement.

The sobbing stopped. She pulled Her hands apart, revealing the features I knew so well from other dreams, other places, other meetings. Her eyes were now green. As Her hands passed her hair, each strand changed colour, becoming a deep auburn red. A playful smile graced Her features.

"You know, I figured you'd find me earlier. What's taken you so long, Hon?" Her smile, as always, was wonderfully seductive and completely disarming. I wasn't quite sure what to say.

I tried some words on for size. "I'm confused, Eris. Who was that, the guy you called 'Father'?"

"Oh, him?" She tossed Her head in that non-committal, sexy way She does. "That's Father. You know, Erebus. He's always being a stick in the mud. And he likes to play games. Zeus always said I needed to pay less attention to Father."

"Hesiod said that you had no father, though."

"Who was there, Me or Hesiod?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, that is a good point."

"Speaking of points, let's stop dancing around this one, shall we?" Eris' eyes twinkled a moment. "I understand that you're in the market for a pair of boots?"

"Yes. I'm in need of your father's Seven League Boots."

"Well, that's going to be a problem. You see, he rather likes them."

I sighed. "I thought he might. I'd be attached to them as well."

"Why don't you just take them?" she asked. "I mean, it isn't like he's using them at the moment."

"Eris, it would be an insult to Your intellegence if I pointed out that they're twice my height and I simply won't fit."

"You're right, that does pose a problem. Why don't we fix that?" The twinkle in her eyes got brighter.

"How?"

She brought Her hands forward, fists closed. "Why, it's simple." She opened Her hands, palm up. In Her left hand was a blue mushroom, and in Her right was a red one.

"One pill makes you smaller, and one pill makes you tall."

"And the ones that Mother gives you don't do anything at all. I know the song."

"Good. Now: choose."

And so I did.




To be continued. . .

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Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII
surya

Chaos working VIII

Part VII

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I looked a both mushrooms for a minute, scrutinizing them, hoping for some sign. I recalled how Alice cried when she ate the side of the mushroom that made her too tall, and how she couldn't reach the key when she was too small. I considered how what I really wanted was a happy medium, just as Alice did. What on earth was wrong with that?

The answer hit me like a ton of bricks. Nothing was wrong with that! What made me think I needed these boots, anyway? Surely there was another way to the mountain, for nothing exists that has no path to it.

Eris was still looking at me expectantly. Her green eyes were dancing with the laughter I knew so well. "What's wrong, Green?" She asked (for "Green" is my name to Her).

I thought for a moment. "Eris, there's nothing wrong." I smiled. It was a smile that only joy can bring to a man. "I'm taking the third road. The one not offered. I'm going to make due with my own attributes, rather than relying on something to change them."

"Green, you always were one of my favourites," She said, Her eyes sparkling, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to keep my size, and find a better way to the mountian. It'll take me longer, but I suspect I'll be better off in the long run."

"You will. Have a good hike, then, and enjoy the weather. It's supposed to be really nice today." She paused for a moment, and cocked Her head as if listening to something I couldn't hear. "Oh, and two more things," She said. "This is from someone else," an axe appeared in front of me, "and this is from Me." Suddenly, She stood in front of me, my size.

Her eyes flashed a mischevious smile, and She stepped forward placing one arm on my right shoulder, followed by an arm on my left shoulder. She slowly drew me in, and brought Her lips to mine. Not knowing what else to do, I stumbled into the kiss myself, wrapping my own arms around Her waist. For a moment, I was lost, tasting Her lips and feeling Her body through Her clothes.




To be continued. . .

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Other parts:

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII
surya

Chaos working IX

Part VIII

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Slowly, Eris pulled away, and I opened my eyes as She did. She giggled at me, for a moment looking almost like a child who had just passed a note to a cute boy on a dare. Her smile brought me back, though, and I knew that this was the Goddess I worshipped.

Suddenly, I noticed that we were no longer in the kitchen by the window. We were now outside, in the same clearing where I had met Eris the day before. The sun was now high overhead, so I had a good amount of time left to walk that day, and the mountain (with its eye now shut) was in the distance. I wasn't completely sure if time had reset itself, or if I had been locked in Her embrace for sixteen hours, but I knew it didn't matter. Lying on the grass to my right was the axe she had given me a moment before, and on my left was a pair of old, worn boots.

"What's this?" I asked, puzzled at the boots.

"Those are the Boots of Seven Leagues you had your eyes on," She answered, still smiling.

"But they're my size now! How did that happen?"

"Green, sometimes you're such a silly child. Didn't your mother read you fairy tales as a kid? There's only one pair of Seven League Boots, but they change size to fit the wearer. You could have put on the big boots just fine, whether you were Father's height or the height of Tom Thumb. See, you shouldn't give up so easily." Her smile was brighter now.

"So I can take them? It's okay?"

"Of course it's okay. You wouldn't have them if it wasn't!" She giggled. "Now, if you excuse me, I have to go tell Father that our kitchen has a cockroach problem, and that one made off with his boots!"

And with that, She was gone.

I set about the work of putting on the boots and strapping the axe to my back. I wondered for a while about why I had an axe, and who had given it to me, but I would never look a gift axe in the bit. I was sure I would need it sometime down the road.

Taking a deep breath, I turned down the road. I wasn't sure how the Seven League Boots worked, but I figured that the best way to figure it out was to try it. I only hoped that there wasn't a river twenty-one miles from where I now stood.

I lifted my right foot, holding it in the air for a moment, and then shifted my weight forward.




To be continued. . .

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Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX
surya

Chaos working X

Part IX

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As my foot descended, I was treated to the most wonderous experience! I saw trees fly by; birds who were going so much slower than me that they seemed to fly in reverse; best of all, I saw myself pass over a small river. My foot came to rest on the far bank of the river, and the mountain loomed larger than it had before. Still the eye slept.

I was about to take another step when I heard a cry from behind me. I turned to look, and I saw a strange sight: across the river stood a satyr, smoking a cigar and holding a hammer in his right hand. In his left was a large cup, and he had a pair of nails clenched in his teeth. His erection was noticable from where I stood, but it seemed to be only about nine inches or so, which struck me as very small for a satyr.

I raised a hand to wave to the creature, and this gesture was returned with a shout. The words were impossible to make out, so I called to the satyr for clarification.

I saw him remove the nails from his mouth, and he tried again. "Would you help me build a bridge?" he shouted, his question carrying clearly this time.

"I would," I called back, "but it seems like I'm on the wrong side of the river. You have all the nails, and I have nothing."

"You have an axe, I see. Could you not cut down trees for wood?"

"I suppose I could do that. How did you expect to build a bridge without an axe?" I called.

"I didn't. I expected a friend here to help, but it appears he has been delayed."

"How will you get the wood if I cut it down on this side?"

He thought for a moment. "The trees can be floated to me, across the river. Just cut them down and toss them in."

I knew that I wasn't on a schedule, or at least I hoped I wasn't, and so I decided to help the satyr build his bridge.

I started on one tree, which seemed strong and was close to the water. The axe bit into it, and soon the tree had fallen into the water, and began to float downstream. The satyr waded into the river and pulled it over to the dry ground on his side. I saw him go to work with a saw, and turned to the next tree, which was also close to the water. Soon, I had downed 6 trees, and had run out of trees near the water.

"We only need one more!" called the satyr. It was true. I looked at his work, and while it wasn't the prettiest bridge in the world, it was certinaly enough for a man to walk across, and probably enough for a man to ride a horse across. "Make it a large one just to be sure!"

I looked around me. Most of the trees nearest the water were young, and not very large at all. I considered each tree and ruled it out. The only thing I could do was look further in for a larger, better tree. "Make sure it's bendable, too!" the satyr called as I disappeared from his view.

I wandered in the shade of the trees for a bit, thankful to have the sun no longer on my back. The smell of the forest was welcome, and I was careful to avoid accidentally scarring any trees with the axe on my shoulder.

I walked for perhaps five minutes, looking at trees and ruling them out. I found a pair of tall oak trees, but knew their wood would be too hard. I came upon an ancient yew, but its crown spread too low to the ground, so it lacked the qualities needed to get the most out of it. I shook my head as I ticked them off, one after another.

I wandered for a few minutes, stepping over (and occasionally stumbling on) exposed roots and animal burrows. Even though I placed each step carefully, it seemed that the forest was playing a game where it very much wanted to see me fall.

Finally, I came to a clearing, and at the center stood the tree I was looking for.





To be continued. . .

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Other parts:

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V
Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X