The Cursed Night
Murray remains silent for a moment almost as if he were reflecting:
"So Do you want me to tell you about the tragedy of the forgotten gods? What does a god do when all his followers are slaughtered, enslaved and their millenary culture lost forever?"
Your mental partner stays silent, probably an equivalent to staring at the ceiling. You can feel his emotions inside you, the stabbing loss of his life and his follower's clan during millennia; He is only one of the hundreds of broken cultures, tainted in less than a decade.
Murray finally whispers again: "Most simply fade away without people who empower and anchor the earth. Others like me are powerful enough to retreat to their sacred totem and wait as in a nightmare there."
You interrupt him excitedly: "Buy for five dollars of a gambling debt, a box of supposed Indian magic material on the steamer from Boston to California was a long sea voyage and that drunk almost lost his hat playing poker."
You heartily laugh remembering how obsessed the guy was with your neckline; you could have hidden an elephant in your sleeve without that old man noticing.
Murray replies grumpily: "An invaluable Indian god and treasures ended up in the hands of old green and an easy saleswoman serpent oil. So low I have fallen."
To that, you reply angrily: "Your old times of honour and warrior codes have gone to hell. The only thing that matters is power and money. If you want revenge or whatever, I don't give a damn. whenever I get the power of it.
"You are a jackal!" Murray expresses with all the hatred and contempt he can generate against you.
You are disdainful of her naive behaviour: "I am a survivor, just like you. The time of the knights in white armour has passed forever. Welcome to the Wild West! Eat or let yourself eat. There are no innocents or codes. You should already know." "Now, changing the topic" Why did you choose me?"
Murray laughs inside your head: "In a way, the explosion shattered my bottle, so you can say that chance chose you."
"But that's not entirely true." You say rubbing your hands, trying to get warm while scratching your entire body in contact with the filthy skin: "You could also choose one of the ...
You can feel the burning fury of God in your mind, stunning you almost as if it hit you from inside your own head: Murray "Bullshit! Those men destroy the sacred land and the old customs. Never help one of those leeches to dry out the people's land "
You wait for he calms himself before asking a significant question that could change your relationship: "Can I shoot you with another question Murray? Why are you really doing this?"
Murray firmly replies; "Revenge. Pure and simple revenge. The white man shattered the lands of my followers, enslaved them and killed my sacred places. And to add more salt to the injury, they sold my sacred totem for a misery. that it is how I ended up in your hands."
"Revenge? Until when? I can't be eternally avenging myself blindly." You add, the simple idea of blind revenge seems ridiculous; You prefer to use your gifts for something practical like becoming a rich and powerful person.
Murray evilly cackles: "Normal human food no longer nourishes you, you need blood and human flesh to survive."
You look at the wilderness surrounding you, knowing that is a mere illusion, civilization is coming: "Yes, but there are civilized or discreet ways to get that. I am not going to spend my life in the open cold wilderness.I'd rather be a cannibal Cougar in my own mansion. Thanks "
Both laugh out loud, calmed and ready to sleep a few hours before return to walk at dusk.
"So Do you want me to tell you about the tragedy of the forgotten gods? What does a god do when all his followers are slaughtered, enslaved and their millenary culture lost forever?"
Your mental partner stays silent, probably an equivalent to staring at the ceiling. You can feel his emotions inside you, the stabbing loss of his life and his follower's clan during millennia; He is only one of the hundreds of broken cultures, tainted in less than a decade.
Murray finally whispers again: "Most simply fade away without people who empower and anchor the earth. Others like me are powerful enough to retreat to their sacred totem and wait as in a nightmare there."
You interrupt him excitedly: "Buy for five dollars of a gambling debt, a box of supposed Indian magic material on the steamer from Boston to California was a long sea voyage and that drunk almost lost his hat playing poker."
You heartily laugh remembering how obsessed the guy was with your neckline; you could have hidden an elephant in your sleeve without that old man noticing.
Murray replies grumpily: "An invaluable Indian god and treasures ended up in the hands of old green and an easy saleswoman serpent oil. So low I have fallen."
To that, you reply angrily: "Your old times of honour and warrior codes have gone to hell. The only thing that matters is power and money. If you want revenge or whatever, I don't give a damn. whenever I get the power of it.
"You are a jackal!" Murray expresses with all the hatred and contempt he can generate against you.
You are disdainful of her naive behaviour: "I am a survivor, just like you. The time of the knights in white armour has passed forever. Welcome to the Wild West! Eat or let yourself eat. There are no innocents or codes. You should already know." "Now, changing the topic" Why did you choose me?"
Murray laughs inside your head: "In a way, the explosion shattered my bottle, so you can say that chance chose you."
"But that's not entirely true." You say rubbing your hands, trying to get warm while scratching your entire body in contact with the filthy skin: "You could also choose one of the ...
You can feel the burning fury of God in your mind, stunning you almost as if it hit you from inside your own head: Murray "Bullshit! Those men destroy the sacred land and the old customs. Never help one of those leeches to dry out the people's land "
You wait for he calms himself before asking a significant question that could change your relationship: "Can I shoot you with another question Murray? Why are you really doing this?"
Murray firmly replies; "Revenge. Pure and simple revenge. The white man shattered the lands of my followers, enslaved them and killed my sacred places. And to add more salt to the injury, they sold my sacred totem for a misery. that it is how I ended up in your hands."
"Revenge? Until when? I can't be eternally avenging myself blindly." You add, the simple idea of blind revenge seems ridiculous; You prefer to use your gifts for something practical like becoming a rich and powerful person.
Murray evilly cackles: "Normal human food no longer nourishes you, you need blood and human flesh to survive."
You look at the wilderness surrounding you, knowing that is a mere illusion, civilization is coming: "Yes, but there are civilized or discreet ways to get that. I am not going to spend my life in the open cold wilderness.I'd rather be a cannibal Cougar in my own mansion. Thanks "
Both laugh out loud, calmed and ready to sleep a few hours before return to walk at dusk.