Why am I here?

Bastilion's picture
I constantly ponder my existence in this world. It is neither Heaven nor Hell. It is both a place of peace, but as of events recently happening that I have heard of, it is also a place of death. But that is just it. It is not the Hell I have learned of, as I thought I should have been sent to.
I ask myself again...
Why am I here?
Why am I not in Hell?
Or some place of fitting punishment for my deeds?
Is it because I have already been punished, in the form of my last life being brought to an abrupt end, to longer see the only family I had left?
To know that Cousin is now alone, with no other of the same blood to turn to?
...
Perhaps this is a form of Hell then. Although...
I see the others here, see how they interact, how the majority are of cheerful spirit.
Even those I saw as hostile or vile beings can prove to be...pleasant is not the word exactly, but perhaps...amiable? Companionable?
Still, though, this does not answer that nagging question of mine.


Why am I here?

Will I ever find the answer?
Perhaps I will not. Perhaps it is the same answer I sought in my last life. What all beings search for.
Hmm.
If that is the case, I may never find the answer then.
For some odd reason, this does not trouble me as much as it should. After all, this new life of mine has been...content, for the most part. I believe I have discovered all I need to of this world.
Only time will tell.
...time.
I have heard that after a time, a fawn suddenly finds himself waking up differently. Waking up fully grown.
I have yet to witness such an event, but it does intrigue me. It seems to happen with no warning, no transition. Just a sudden change.
I wonder... Will I find myself waking to such a change?
I find, again, only time will tell.


I remain, silent but heard,

Bastilion
Density's picture

Bastilion I continue to be

Bastilion I continue to be intrigued by your writing. As for the sudden transformation from fawn to stag, I must say myself, it is rather odd waking up one day wondering what this sudden weight is on your head, but from my experience after the moments of curiosity a great feeling of excitement takes over and you get to pick you pelt, antlers, and mask and actually keep them!

From the looks of it, you've got maybe 1-2 weeks before staghood [:

Bastilion's picture

[[OOC: I know when he grows

[[OOC: I know when he grows up, but I'm leaving it to surprise. =B I'm also not sure how Bast should respond here. |D]]
Density's picture

[Well then shall we come to

[Well then shall we come to the agreement that my response was directed out of characterly?...which isn't a word.]

Bastilion's picture

[[OOC: Sure! Why not? XD;]]

[[OOC: Sure! Why not? XD;]]