Thursday photo prompt
There, long ago, when we had space, and the air was pure, there we lived: us, the whole tribe, the children, the very old, the wise and the fools. At night we were safe, the sea protected us. We had many friends, and few enemies. We were poor, and strong.
The cave was our home, where we lived, loved, and died. The world wasn’t ours, but we knew our place, and this place was here, on the threshold. Far beyond was eternity.
Weekly Writing Challenge #136
As he stood on the threshold, he sensed how brighter the light was, on the other side. There lied all the secrets, the rich treasures of the past. He took one more step.
There was a faint taste of wood smoke in the dry, vibrating air. In his mind one question lingered: would he find his home?
Photo: ancient village in Northern Arizona, © 2015 Honoré Dupuis
You stand at the gate, no longer a child, and not yet an angel: you see the sign, check on your own palm, it all lines up with the prediction. The years have not altered the meaning, as you recall, when you were last here, eons back, in the mist of a forgotten era, already you knew: you’d come back, and your daughters would follow, for there is no peace, until Gaia is safe, until Mother has reclaimed Her Creation.
For She knows the end, the story written, in the palm of Her hand. And you, sister, you are here to make Her will come true, against the demons, against the war waged in the name of fake deities: Her will be done, as you reach for Heaven, soon your rightful Home.
And so, you cross the threshold, heart beating, your head high, leading the Army of Earth.
I know you are looking, searching, questioning. I also know that I must go with you, to the old town, to the place where we found each other, so long ago. It is the place where I died, the place you left behind, for a world that no longer would know me. Perhaps you still have doubts, perhaps you are a little afraid of letting me back in your life. But there is nothing to fear: the one you love protects you, and to tell the truth she is also the threshold to me, if you want to find me, it is easy: she holds the key.
You have understood that the place is special. It was then, because of us, because of our love, it is now, but it was also before you and I were born: it is one of the gates of our world, one of the gates to that other world you are beginning to see. And, yes, I know, this is why you are questioning: you know that it started there.
So, I have now decided, I will go with you, but you must accept that your love must go too, the three of us, for I cannot be with you and not with her, for we are a trinity. You remember the old church. At that time, when we were so young, they were working in the ruins of the cloister. Then we could not see them. Now the cloister is as it was, and there we will find an old medieval statue. They date that statue to the ninth century, but you should know that it is more ancient than that, it predates the Roman invasion. The cloister, and the statue are why Gabrielle visited the town all those years ago.
- Nostalgia (thepageanovel.wordpress.com)