Workshop One - Day Two Exercise
Kalon Name:Liew Sui-Yen
Link to Kalon:Post
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:
"What haven't I lost?"
Five days, that was all it took. Five days since his betrayal. He stared out over the ruins of the village that he had once called his home. Dishonorably discharged from his position as general and exiled in disgust, he'd argued with himself before resolving that he must go give his family a final farewell. But it was pointless, they were gone. He felt his claws dig into the dirt below him as he stared with dismay at the ruined homes, the sickly smell of despair in the air. "Go" whispered his other head "We have to know" It urged. "No.. I can't. I can't walk" he protested to it. He knew it was himself, and he had a point, a similar argument he was having in his own mind, but he didn't want to know. He didn't want to see what had become of his family, were they dead or prisoners? He didn't want to know.
"Don't you suffer as I do?"
He wanted to feel pain, sorrow, but all he could feel was numb as he twisted his body to leave the place he grew up. He wanted nothing to do with it, not anymore. He'd burned that bridge himself. He'd stood at the forefront of the battlefield, defending the country as its military general, and he had failed them. He deserved no solace. He deserved no mercy and this was his punishment, the regret, the mental shock that penetrated all of his thoughts. As he walked he felt the world blur into a daze around him, and soon he felt himself toppling into the dirt. It was rather easy- given he was rather topheavy. Laying his chins against the cool earth he wept, unable to even fathom the tears. His other head,however,remained stoic. He glanced to it "Do you not feel pain?" he growled to it bitterly. He hated it. Hated him. It let out a soft scoff, and when it spoke its voice cracked. "Crying will solve nothing." it determined. In another world maybe he'd not be laying there crying but watching with dignified sorrow as his other self was. But this was not that world.
"What have they taken from me?"
"Not only my family, they have taken all from me. My hope, my spirit, my home. The thing I stand for, the thing I fall for. That great meaning in my life that gives me reason to go on, the goal I spent my whole life striving for. They have taken all from me. And all I got in return was myself to judge me."
Kalon Name:Liew Sui-Yen
Link to Kalon:Post
Write about a time when your Kalon(s) lost something important or someone close to them:
"What haven't I lost?"
Five days, that was all it took. Five days since his betrayal. He stared out over the ruins of the village that he had once called his home. Dishonorably discharged from his position as general and exiled in disgust, he'd argued with himself before resolving that he must go give his family a final farewell. But it was pointless, they were gone. He felt his claws dig into the dirt below him as he stared with dismay at the ruined homes, the sickly smell of despair in the air. "Go" whispered his other head "We have to know" It urged. "No.. I can't. I can't walk" he protested to it. He knew it was himself, and he had a point, a similar argument he was having in his own mind, but he didn't want to know. He didn't want to see what had become of his family, were they dead or prisoners? He didn't want to know.
"Don't you suffer as I do?"
He wanted to feel pain, sorrow, but all he could feel was numb as he twisted his body to leave the place he grew up. He wanted nothing to do with it, not anymore. He'd burned that bridge himself. He'd stood at the forefront of the battlefield, defending the country as its military general, and he had failed them. He deserved no solace. He deserved no mercy and this was his punishment, the regret, the mental shock that penetrated all of his thoughts. As he walked he felt the world blur into a daze around him, and soon he felt himself toppling into the dirt. It was rather easy- given he was rather topheavy. Laying his chins against the cool earth he wept, unable to even fathom the tears. His other head,however,remained stoic. He glanced to it "Do you not feel pain?" he growled to it bitterly. He hated it. Hated him. It let out a soft scoff, and when it spoke its voice cracked. "Crying will solve nothing." it determined. In another world maybe he'd not be laying there crying but watching with dignified sorrow as his other self was. But this was not that world.
"What have they taken from me?"
"Not only my family, they have taken all from me. My hope, my spirit, my home. The thing I stand for, the thing I fall for. That great meaning in my life that gives me reason to go on, the goal I spent my whole life striving for. They have taken all from me. And all I got in return was myself to judge me."
