MidnightSWolf
March 1st, 2008, 08:59 AM
Ah, first-person, my forte (even though this is only the second time I've written a monologue >.<) Anyway, some of you might recognise this story, I used part of it in my rps. It's only the first draft, I'll be adding to it throughout the month. Check back for updates.
Last Updated:2 March 05:16(UK Time), 14:16(Local Time)
Enter the world of a soul-eater:
Deadly Enchantress - A Dramatic Monologue
Beautiful as a field of blooming flowers in the spring, they call me, with crystal clear dewdrops on each delicately formed petal winking in the morning sun. A peaceful meadow of green, green grass, with a sparkling stream winding through the field of flowers here and there. The animals of the forest coming to drink and graze.
Stunning as the First Tree which appears in the clear night sky: tendrils of mystical, swirling green light creeping between the stars. As the First Tree holds all who look upon it captive in a trance, so do I. All who gaze upon me fall under my spell. Their minds are mine to control.
Aye, beautiful indeed. The power of my beauty knows no bounds. It is beyond mortal ken.
Like the Thunder Falls sending up sprays of water droplets which capture the rays of the rising sun, transforming them into arcs of shimmering rainbows. Such an awesome thing of nature, yet it hides death in its watery depths.
Like the magnificent ice cliffs, towering over all. Taller than the tallest tree, higher than any bird has ever flown before. The sunlight breaking through the clouds and glinting off its icy peaks. A wonder to behold, but for those who dare to tread beneath it, the ice crushes them.
These are the words they use to describe the Deadly Enchantress. Fitting, if a little under exaggerated. My beauty is unearthly, yet they try to bind me to what is earthbound.
Deadly Enchantress, Soul-Eater – these are the names given to me. Names that speak of evil. They demean me.
But what do those fools know? Power comes to those with the knowledge and ability to wield what they have well.
The World Spirit has gifted me with a beauty that surpasses them all. Even yours, my friend. I have no intention on wasting my gift to follow the petty rules of “morality” made by the unfortunate to restrict the blessed few.
Rules of “morality”, you ask? Indeed, those rules that forbid you to kill, or to use someone for your own purpose. Rules that decide between good and evil, and classifies what I do as “evil”.
Notice that those who make these rules are the ones who have not been blessed. Unable to rise to our level, they choose to restrict us. They are large in numbers, and they band together to shun us, to cast us out.
Hypocrites, they. Their “morals” speak of jealousy as a root of evil. Yet were not their “morals” born out of jealousy of us?
Filthy scum! How dare they attempt to control us. Us! We who were blessed by the World Spirit, and who are of a higher life form than they are. They will regret their insolence, every single one of them. And I will personally ensure it.
Sadly, there are those of our kind who succumb. They choose to follow those “morals”, poor souls. They are doomed, along with the rest of them, forever shut out from the better world that I and my brethren strive to create.
The time has come for you to make your choice. What say you? But before you think me gone insane with power, before you take pity on those unfortunate people and decide to follow those “morals” of theirs, hold, I pray you, and ponder upon this for a second. What use are those pathetic people except as tools for us, those blessed by the World Spirit? They are weak, useless and unsightly. A disgrace and a blemish to this otherwise perfect world.
They are obstacles, I tell you, and I shall remove them one by one. And if you join them, you will meet with the same fate. You cannot escape us, your destiny is entwined with ours. Whether it turns outs positively or negatively depends on the choice that you are going to make. This world is only big enough for the World Spirit and those it blessed. The privileged few. You are one of them.
So, are you with us or against us? Either way, when the Red Eye of the Great Bull Auroch reaches the horizon, we will move. When it rides highest in the night sky, and the First Tree shrinks and hides amongst the stars, that is when we will strike. Soon, soon this world will be cleansed by all who defile it and we will rule supreme alongside the World Spirit. It will be as it always should have been, perfect.
Words: 750
Glossary
Monologue - A story/speech delievered by one person
Tendril - Something thin and curling
Aye - The old word for yes
Ken - The old word for knowledge
Hold - Wait
Pray - An old word. Used when asking or telling someone to do something ie. Pray tell.
Please post if there are any other words you do not understand.
Last Updated:2 March 05:16(UK Time), 14:16(Local Time)
Enter the world of a soul-eater:
Deadly Enchantress - A Dramatic Monologue
Beautiful as a field of blooming flowers in the spring, they call me, with crystal clear dewdrops on each delicately formed petal winking in the morning sun. A peaceful meadow of green, green grass, with a sparkling stream winding through the field of flowers here and there. The animals of the forest coming to drink and graze.
Stunning as the First Tree which appears in the clear night sky: tendrils of mystical, swirling green light creeping between the stars. As the First Tree holds all who look upon it captive in a trance, so do I. All who gaze upon me fall under my spell. Their minds are mine to control.
Aye, beautiful indeed. The power of my beauty knows no bounds. It is beyond mortal ken.
Like the Thunder Falls sending up sprays of water droplets which capture the rays of the rising sun, transforming them into arcs of shimmering rainbows. Such an awesome thing of nature, yet it hides death in its watery depths.
Like the magnificent ice cliffs, towering over all. Taller than the tallest tree, higher than any bird has ever flown before. The sunlight breaking through the clouds and glinting off its icy peaks. A wonder to behold, but for those who dare to tread beneath it, the ice crushes them.
These are the words they use to describe the Deadly Enchantress. Fitting, if a little under exaggerated. My beauty is unearthly, yet they try to bind me to what is earthbound.
Deadly Enchantress, Soul-Eater – these are the names given to me. Names that speak of evil. They demean me.
But what do those fools know? Power comes to those with the knowledge and ability to wield what they have well.
The World Spirit has gifted me with a beauty that surpasses them all. Even yours, my friend. I have no intention on wasting my gift to follow the petty rules of “morality” made by the unfortunate to restrict the blessed few.
Rules of “morality”, you ask? Indeed, those rules that forbid you to kill, or to use someone for your own purpose. Rules that decide between good and evil, and classifies what I do as “evil”.
Notice that those who make these rules are the ones who have not been blessed. Unable to rise to our level, they choose to restrict us. They are large in numbers, and they band together to shun us, to cast us out.
Hypocrites, they. Their “morals” speak of jealousy as a root of evil. Yet were not their “morals” born out of jealousy of us?
Filthy scum! How dare they attempt to control us. Us! We who were blessed by the World Spirit, and who are of a higher life form than they are. They will regret their insolence, every single one of them. And I will personally ensure it.
Sadly, there are those of our kind who succumb. They choose to follow those “morals”, poor souls. They are doomed, along with the rest of them, forever shut out from the better world that I and my brethren strive to create.
The time has come for you to make your choice. What say you? But before you think me gone insane with power, before you take pity on those unfortunate people and decide to follow those “morals” of theirs, hold, I pray you, and ponder upon this for a second. What use are those pathetic people except as tools for us, those blessed by the World Spirit? They are weak, useless and unsightly. A disgrace and a blemish to this otherwise perfect world.
They are obstacles, I tell you, and I shall remove them one by one. And if you join them, you will meet with the same fate. You cannot escape us, your destiny is entwined with ours. Whether it turns outs positively or negatively depends on the choice that you are going to make. This world is only big enough for the World Spirit and those it blessed. The privileged few. You are one of them.
So, are you with us or against us? Either way, when the Red Eye of the Great Bull Auroch reaches the horizon, we will move. When it rides highest in the night sky, and the First Tree shrinks and hides amongst the stars, that is when we will strike. Soon, soon this world will be cleansed by all who defile it and we will rule supreme alongside the World Spirit. It will be as it always should have been, perfect.
Words: 750
Glossary
Monologue - A story/speech delievered by one person
Tendril - Something thin and curling
Aye - The old word for yes
Ken - The old word for knowledge
Hold - Wait
Pray - An old word. Used when asking or telling someone to do something ie. Pray tell.
Please post if there are any other words you do not understand.