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08-26-2011, 12:02 PM
Their eyes open to a new sky. They find themselves lying on their backs, greeted by unfamiliar stars. Rising from their resting places on the bare earth, shaking dirt from their hair, they try to make sense of their mysterious surroundings.
The silvery shine of the full moon trickles through the canopy of leaves above them. Trees cast contorted shadows upon each other as far as their eyes can see. Confused faces look upon one another without familiarity. They are brought together only by proximity and shared anticipation of impending… something. No one speaks. They only listen.
For a time, they hear the sounds of forest creatures going about their business. The scurrying of small rodents into their hiding places, the chirping of insects seeking companionship. They’re beginning to wonder why they are here in the middle of this dark forest, when suddenly they hear something.
At first the sound barely registers beneath the peaceful cacophony of the forest. But before long, the murmur of the forest fades to nothing, deferring to the tone humming through the air. It’s a high, ringing sound, like a Tibetan singing bowl. The sound seems to come from all directions, resonating through the trees and the air. The moonlight dancing upon the earth and trees pulses with it. No one knows where the sound originates, but it speaks to something they’ve forgotten and still don’t fully remember. And they begin to walk.
It’s as though their feet know the way, even when their minds have not yet awakened to it again. They still don’t understand the feeling that draws them deeper into the forest, joined at nearly every step by others just like them, but their anticipation grows. Their hearts begin to remember, even as their minds struggle to find words to describe it.
With every new face that joins the throng, the ringing in the air grows more urgent. Their skulls buzz with it; it resonates through their entire bodies and pulls them forward.
They begin to remember.
A voice in the distance proclaims that the hammer is his penis. Another commands someone named Number One to “make it so.” The ringing in the air is joined by a startling crescendo of revelry and laughter, cries of victory and defeat. The sound of rolling dice echoes through the night even as a colossal metal creature transforms into an eighteen wheeler before their very eyes and rumbles off into the distance, followed closely on mighty steeds by gallant knights with armor gleaming in the moonlight, ninja creeping swiftly through the shadows, and a curiously tan bodybuilder riding a giant green tiger.
The forest becomes a symphony as the growing army of people remembers what they’ve been away from so long. They’ve been asleep for nearly a year, and finally the moment draws near once again for them to call forth the spirit that sleeps within them all. It is nearly time once again to call its name.
At long last the great army of seekers reaches the edge of a grand, circular clearing. They look out across it and see it surrounded by more just like them, more of the faithful, the believers. Crafty pirates, dashing space cowboys, great warriors astride terrifying dinosaurs. More and more of them keep arriving, in the bellies of great spaceships and giant robots, through wormholes from other galaxies, until all at once a deafening silence settles upon the clearing.
The air is charged with anticipation. All eyes fix upon the center of the clearing, where a low rumble warns them only a moment before the very ground is rent apart by a torrent of light. The clearing burns as bright as midday as, at long last, the great beast awakens and rears its head from beneath the earth.
Finally, they remember its name, and raise their voices to the sky to speak it in unison.
Dragon… Con…
See you there.
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The silvery shine of the full moon trickles through the canopy of leaves above them. Trees cast contorted shadows upon each other as far as their eyes can see. Confused faces look upon one another without familiarity. They are brought together only by proximity and shared anticipation of impending… something. No one speaks. They only listen.
For a time, they hear the sounds of forest creatures going about their business. The scurrying of small rodents into their hiding places, the chirping of insects seeking companionship. They’re beginning to wonder why they are here in the middle of this dark forest, when suddenly they hear something.
At first the sound barely registers beneath the peaceful cacophony of the forest. But before long, the murmur of the forest fades to nothing, deferring to the tone humming through the air. It’s a high, ringing sound, like a Tibetan singing bowl. The sound seems to come from all directions, resonating through the trees and the air. The moonlight dancing upon the earth and trees pulses with it. No one knows where the sound originates, but it speaks to something they’ve forgotten and still don’t fully remember. And they begin to walk.
It’s as though their feet know the way, even when their minds have not yet awakened to it again. They still don’t understand the feeling that draws them deeper into the forest, joined at nearly every step by others just like them, but their anticipation grows. Their hearts begin to remember, even as their minds struggle to find words to describe it.
With every new face that joins the throng, the ringing in the air grows more urgent. Their skulls buzz with it; it resonates through their entire bodies and pulls them forward.
They begin to remember.
A voice in the distance proclaims that the hammer is his penis. Another commands someone named Number One to “make it so.” The ringing in the air is joined by a startling crescendo of revelry and laughter, cries of victory and defeat. The sound of rolling dice echoes through the night even as a colossal metal creature transforms into an eighteen wheeler before their very eyes and rumbles off into the distance, followed closely on mighty steeds by gallant knights with armor gleaming in the moonlight, ninja creeping swiftly through the shadows, and a curiously tan bodybuilder riding a giant green tiger.
The forest becomes a symphony as the growing army of people remembers what they’ve been away from so long. They’ve been asleep for nearly a year, and finally the moment draws near once again for them to call forth the spirit that sleeps within them all. It is nearly time once again to call its name.
At long last the great army of seekers reaches the edge of a grand, circular clearing. They look out across it and see it surrounded by more just like them, more of the faithful, the believers. Crafty pirates, dashing space cowboys, great warriors astride terrifying dinosaurs. More and more of them keep arriving, in the bellies of great spaceships and giant robots, through wormholes from other galaxies, until all at once a deafening silence settles upon the clearing.
The air is charged with anticipation. All eyes fix upon the center of the clearing, where a low rumble warns them only a moment before the very ground is rent apart by a torrent of light. The clearing burns as bright as midday as, at long last, the great beast awakens and rears its head from beneath the earth.
Finally, they remember its name, and raise their voices to the sky to speak it in unison.
Dragon… Con…
See you there.
More... (http://dragoncon.livejournal.com/2769579.html)