Voices of The Deep
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Time. The line of everlasting existence through events and history? Or was it something more? Fact was, time was not something that could truthfully be explained by anyone. It was infinite. Just like the mysteries it held deep within its elusive roots...just like the all powerful existence known as The Force. So many thought of time as a way to recognize the present...Others believed it to be so much more. A force beyond comprehension doing its work unintentionally and perfectly all at once. The stubborn existence of organization that held the past within a seal. The bringer of the future and the giver of the present. Some believed time to be a god all itself, invisible to the naked eye and unheard through religion. And for all anyone knew it very well could have been. When phrases are shouted out like ‘we are out of time!’ or ‘Times up.’ To some they are just phrases, to others they are tribute to the all mighty god of time. Whoever it may be weather it was real or not. Or perhaps…for something to be real one must simply believe it to be real? Faith was a powerful substance in many cultures throughout history. The Jedi...the Sith. A multitude of other factions who all followed their own obscured beliefs and faiths.
The Queen had time...to much of it. And in the time she had spent what all did she do? Because she was starting to feel as if she were wasting a considerable amount of her time...
It was sad...in its own way. Life was given to the galaxy billions and billions of eons ago and since then what has anyone done with it? Cultures and civilizations rise and fall...beings as powerful as gods live out their existence until they to wither away and die. The Force had created many gifts within the universe...and yet just as many curses. The concept of balance was obscure and almost nonexistent in today's world of madness. Factions going to war over little more than the practice of blind faith...
How simplistic.
The Ice Queen had been questioning a lot lately...about her life...the life of others...life in the galaxy. She had become more distressed than usual. Years of baring a cold frozen heart was beginning to weigh on her...she wan-...no. She needed answers. A signal, a sign. Anything to help her understand the feelings that made her mind spin.
And as those icy optics scanned the inner interior of her throne room...filling her lungs to capacity. Then exhaled...her gaze wandering over those who walked back and fourth along the surface of her throne room...her royal guard standing diligently by her sides as the Xarixs looked down from their perches above...defenders of their Queen.
And as the Winter maiden watched closely, a finger tapped steadily upon her...she was waiting for someone...she had been sending invitations as of late. Invitations to a very special meeting...but that meeting was not for a few more weeks...and in the time she had she wanted to prepare. And as a result, she had extended a proposal to a young Blacksmith...and she was his first project. The Queen would see if he had what it took to be associated with them...
She would see indeed.
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