Before the Stars Fell
The Place Where Stars Fell > Old Man of the Third Hut

The sun shines warm, and that, at least, is as it always has been. Sun and sky will always be above, as the Land will always be beneath, as the Deep flows from Radiance and yet about the Giants in Deepened Places. You have brought owl eggs for an old man, and this is kind.

On a day as this, you with the strength of youth could climb the highest mountain here and about, for snows have come and gone until next winter. Atop the peak, you would see across the Tall Forest, across the River Brothers, across the high vales, and farther yet. Farthest of all, you would see the great arm of Ever Wanting, reaching to the sky, higher even than thin towers of diamond and spiderwebs built by the Dead.

All the Land flowed heavy with the Deep before the Stars fell, before the Radiance, before the Hungry Dead, before I was Deepened by the people who painted the high vale caves and hunted thin wolves beyond the Tall Forest. When the old became too old to hunt, too old to tell the tales of the people, too old to feel the Deepness flow through the blood, then greater Stars spoke from high in the sky. The old Deepened wings from cast off feathers and leaves, from branches and reeds, and lesser Stars showed ways to fly upwards, far and upwards.

So it was before the Stars fell to the Land and forgot their way. Now the old of the people become the Dead. Now winter sick great deer become the Dead. Now wounded Radiant children become the Dead.

[ Posted by Reason on March 15, 2006 ]