"There is time for many words, and there is also time for sleep."
Goodnight,
Lynsi
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Good-Story Take Back
I was browsing the book-store very disappointed with the selection. All the stories seemed the same, if it wasn't vampires and werewolves it was tyrannical governments, that one special girl, and of course a guy. "Same-o, same-o," I turned to another girl browsing the shelves and asked, "What has happened to all the good stories these days?"
She looked at me with an odd look. I began to wonder if I had made a mistake in even talking to her when she seemed to finish sizing me up and said quickly:
"Oh, you don't know? Most of Good-Stories have been murdered. Their community was massacred years ago and only a few have survived. Now they live in hiding, some have turned or try to disguise their great plots beneath the bad-story rubble and get themselves published to give people a taste of Good-Stories again so maybe we'll want them again. The rest stay hidden behind closed doors or published on blogs here and there by talented but unheard of young writers who have not yet been turned by the agenda of the world. While Bad-Stories and horrible, same-o, same-o plot stories run rampant, the Good-Stories plot in secret to take back what is theirs. See, Good-Stories know that stories are meant to allow the reader to escape reality while inspiring them to be ready to face it again with integrity and bravery. They reflect reality in one way or another. Stories that don't do that, whether they mean to or not, distort reality for the reader, effecting society. That's what's happened. Luckily Bad-Stories may have a present-time advantage, they always do, but Good-Stories have the advantage of time. Bad-Stories come and go, for the most part, but Good-Stories grow stronger with time. Unfortunately their treasures, the secrets to Good-Writing, have been all but stolen, so many not Good-Stories have the power of the legendary Good-Stories and are affecting society. For the time being society are happy with the not-so-epic stories because their reality is distorted and they like it, but eventually reality will catch up with them, and Good-Story Telling, Good-Stories, Good-Plots, and all of their community will make their come-back. At this moment, their agents are are planning a way to counteract the onslaught. Sadly, they are a bit stumped, especially with their secrets stolen. Hopefully time will turn the tides, soon. When they do, we'll be ready."
I stared at her blankly. She suddenly looked awkward. "Well then," I said with a grin, "so will I!"
(Fictional)
She looked at me with an odd look. I began to wonder if I had made a mistake in even talking to her when she seemed to finish sizing me up and said quickly:
"Oh, you don't know? Most of Good-Stories have been murdered. Their community was massacred years ago and only a few have survived. Now they live in hiding, some have turned or try to disguise their great plots beneath the bad-story rubble and get themselves published to give people a taste of Good-Stories again so maybe we'll want them again. The rest stay hidden behind closed doors or published on blogs here and there by talented but unheard of young writers who have not yet been turned by the agenda of the world. While Bad-Stories and horrible, same-o, same-o plot stories run rampant, the Good-Stories plot in secret to take back what is theirs. See, Good-Stories know that stories are meant to allow the reader to escape reality while inspiring them to be ready to face it again with integrity and bravery. They reflect reality in one way or another. Stories that don't do that, whether they mean to or not, distort reality for the reader, effecting society. That's what's happened. Luckily Bad-Stories may have a present-time advantage, they always do, but Good-Stories have the advantage of time. Bad-Stories come and go, for the most part, but Good-Stories grow stronger with time. Unfortunately their treasures, the secrets to Good-Writing, have been all but stolen, so many not Good-Stories have the power of the legendary Good-Stories and are affecting society. For the time being society are happy with the not-so-epic stories because their reality is distorted and they like it, but eventually reality will catch up with them, and Good-Story Telling, Good-Stories, Good-Plots, and all of their community will make their come-back. At this moment, their agents are are planning a way to counteract the onslaught. Sadly, they are a bit stumped, especially with their secrets stolen. Hopefully time will turn the tides, soon. When they do, we'll be ready."
I stared at her blankly. She suddenly looked awkward. "Well then," I said with a grin, "so will I!"
(Fictional)
Friday, January 10, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Suma: Short Story: Last Part (3)
As Suma fled through the forest, the moon’s reflecting rays shining through the dark cloud, Suma now had time to think. He never realized how angry he really was, how furious he was at his father, at his mother. How much contempt he had for his sister, Delta, who used his patience for her own good, never caring, this was all realized. Suma knew his patience had been slowly dying as his hope was being quenched. Despair began to overwhelm him. It was all gone, now, all gone, everything his patience had bought him, all that he had hoped for or foreseen. He had lost everything and the pain now felt sharper than ever before. He had tried to pretend that life was nothing but a game of survival; nothing was personal, nothing was felt, nothing was permanent. He tried to remind himself that life was just avoiding the brunt of injustice, which he had failed to do, but all these arguments no longer satisfied, and seemed empty. He thought back, his patience had been his most violent, most passive aggressive, most dangerous, harmful weapon that completed all he was. He could deceive himself no longer. Suma felt disgusted with himself, pretending to be compassionate and loyal to the Alpha, he was simply biding his time. Was that all he was, had he always been biding his time to have his own way just like everyone else? Selfish and self-seeking!? Then he thought of what he had done for his mother, his sister, his brother, and many others. If it had not been for him, Epsilon would have been killed, too. If it had not been for him, his sister would have it far worse. For his mother, he had saved her from the wrath of the Alpha-Female by keeping the Alpha-Male looking favorably upon her. Had he done that all for himself? What had that brought him? A small hope perked in him; perhaps he wasn’t all selfish or evil. Was there any hope that he was not like everyone else? Was there any hope that there was more to life than what he experienced? That one could feel joy without being condemned to equal misery? Maybe all his philosophy was not a lie; maybe it was time to sort out the truth from the lies that had polluted it. These questions swarmed in his head as he traveled.
It was around this time he passed into another pack’s
territory. He traveled secretly through the territory, careful not to run into
the pack living in that territory. The territory was lush, beautiful, and
bountiful in game. Its beauty surpassed the beauty of his past home. He dreaded
leaving it, but he knew that he was risking death each day he stayed there. He
was almost out of the territory when he came across a female wolf alone
drinking from a river. Suma, for reason beyond his knowledge, approached her,
cautiously of course. Despite the caution, the female heard him, and whirled
around, bearing her teeth. “Who are you,” she snarled. “A stranger,” Suma
ceased his approach. “And what is a stranger doing in the territory of my
pack,” she growled, positioned for attack, “wait… you are from that other pack
just north of here! You and your kind aren’t welcome here!” “I’m not here for
trouble,” Suma told her, “just passing through.” She looked at him suspiciously,
then leapt back. She howled loudly a warning howl. Suma knew that he would soon
be surrounded by her pack, but before he could disappear into the woods, a male
wolf leaped out, snarling. In an instant, Suma was also tense, ready to fight. It
all happened within a second, but Suma felt that he knew the wolf, and suddenly
the other stopped and exclaimed, “Suma?” He knew that voice, it was Epsilon! Epsilon
welcomed Suma warmly. He was overjoyed to have Suma with him again. Epsilon was
the Alpha-male here and Rho, the female wolf, was his mate, the Alpha-female. Epsilon,
though still more aggressive than Suma, had finally learned patience and
prudence, the final weapon needed to make him one of the best Alphas. There
were no Omegas in this pack and Epsilon wasn’t as jealous as the Alpha-male in
his former pack and allowed subordinate members of his pack to occasionally
mate. This was rare, though, since most the members were siblings with the
exception of a few refugee wolves who had fled their own packs. The Beta-male
was the only male not allowed to mate. When the pack began to grow too big, one
family would leave and start a new pack, keeping the separation rather simple.
Suma stayed with his brother’s pack, although he was not an official member.
Even though Epsilon was also from the northern pack, many of the wolves
disliked Suma. Rho, however high Epsilon spoke of Suma, was still not satisfied
with Suma’s defense for Epsilon a few years back. She felt that Suma hadn’t
stood up for Epsilon “the way a loyal wolf would have” when Epsilon had been in
trouble with the pack, and wouldn’t forgive him. Others held a more racist
prejudice against him, as well as following in Rho’s opinion. Epsilon was
partially oblivious to such feelings, and could not understand why Suma was not
treated more warmly. Suma, who had full comprehension, was tolerant, though not
altogether unhurt, would often travel on his own, then rejoin the pack at the
rendezvous place. Epsilon was very disappointed with this, but allowed Suma to
do as he wished, saying that Suma was under no authority of his or anyone
else’s. Suma was pleased with his brother’s favor; a pleasant turn of events,
for Suma realized he was beginning to feel emotion once again.
About three months after escaping, Suma was again traveling
alone. He was in the area he admired so much in the territory. Its beauty was
breath taking, and the peace alluring. Nothing had ever disturbed him here,
nothing, that is, until recently. Suma had been bothered. He had picked up,
quite vaguely, the scent of a female all too familiar, Veeta. “But how could
she be here?” Suma asked himself, “Perhaps the wind is carrying her scent from
the north.” But the wind was blowing north, so the scent must have come from
the south. “Then she must have ran away to the south,” Suma assured himself,
“she couldn’t possibly be here.” Several days passed, and Suma picked up no
further scent, relieving him. He soon shook off any idea that Veeta was near as
folly. A week or so later, Suma, still alone, was traveling in the same area.
As he happened to pass by a large stone he heard a whimper. Startled, he
stopped and stood still. For a moment, he heard nothing except the strong wind
blowing south rustling the leaves. It had been windy all day. He nearly supposed
that he had been only hearing things when it came again. Suma crept toward the
sound. It appeared to be coming from under the rock! But how, there was nothing
there!? Suma lay on the soft ground for a moment, staring at the stone until he
found that a den had been dug beneath the rock. It was well disguised, with
brush around it, and the hole just barely big enough for an adult wolf.
Curious, Suma approached the den. He was not afraid. When he stepped on a twig
and snapped it he stopped abruptly and a voice from within asked fearfully who
was there. Suma stopped short, horrified. He knew that voice. It could belong
to none other than Veeta! Would he never stop crossing paths with her? he
wondered in exasperation. Suma answered that it was no one of concern to her or
anyone else. “Oh, Suma, is that you?” Veeta asked, recognizing the cool voice,
“Please, tell me if that’s you.” “Why should you be care?” Suma answered
coldly. “Oh please, please, is that you?” she begged, “if it is, please don’t
go yet!” “Why?” Suma inquired shortly. She explained that she had run away on
her own after becoming pregnant, knowing the Alpha-female would not have mercy.
“And who’s folly brought it?” Suma replied, turning to leave. Something pained
him though. Was he still so angry at her? The pain was great enough that when she called
out pleading him only to bring her some small game so she could watch after her
pups he was hesitant to refuse. After hearing the pups’ cries, he caved and
told her he’d think about it. Guilt plagued his heart that day, destroying his
peace that he had felt only hours earlier. He was not guilty for not having
compassion, but he felt guilty for letting himself remain such a slave to his
own anger. Let Veeta be enslaved to her own guilt, if she felt any, but why
should he allow her wrong to him enslave him to his own anger, which he tried
so hard to forget. Maybe releasing anger was not just forgetting, maybe one
couldn’t forget. Suma struggled all day, and he finally decided that he would
do the right thing, he would not hope she would pay, he would not even think of
it, he would bring her that food and he would learn to forgive her, the only
way to truly get rid of enslavement by anger. Later that day he brought her
some meat and left it at the edge of her den, then left without a word. Learn
to forgive, was the key, and even if he helped her, he didn’t feel obliged to
have to speak more than necessary. Least said the better. Suma walked away
realizing that he had so much to work on, so much ice in his heart to be rid
of. Veeta had been sleeping, but awoke to find the food. Gratefulness filled
her heart, the struggles she had gone through truly changed her heart, as she
began to look beyond herself for the first time. Each day, Suma would bring
small game to her den, never entering, and leave it at its opening. He heart
began to soften, but he still did not speak to her more than necessary. Perhaps
this might seem unforgiving, but Suma only knew what Veeta had been, and with
that, he preferred to not be any more involved with her than necessary, not out
of anger, but wisdom. Forgiveness, he decided, was releasing anger and hope of
revenge, not folly and blind trust that the other person no longer committed
the crime. About three weeks later, he saw Veeta for the first time with her
pups just outside the den. The pups were stumbling around, as Veeta kept a
watchful eye on them. “Who is the father,” Suma inquired after providing the meat.
“The Alpha,” Veeta replied in contempt and regret. Suma was silent as he
watched the pups play. The next day he came again, this time he stayed a moment
to watch the pups. Veeta and he exchanged a few words when she suddenly said, “It
was folly, the whole deal, you were right not to come with me.” Suma remained
silent, contemplating what she had just said. She apparently did not expect a
reply anyway, but rather said it simply to say it. A few minutes later he left.
The next day, again, only few words were exchanged, same with the day after,
and the day after that. Veeta’s voice no longer carried that prideful or
arrogant air that it used to; now her voice was humble and submissive. Six
weeks had passed, and the pups were eager to get out and about, but Veeta was
too worried to go far from her den and was too tired to walk them about. One of
the pups complained about this to Suma, when he came with the food. “Could you
take us on a walk?” the pup, later to be named Demeke, begged. Suma was bought,
and offered to Veeta to take them on a walk “within a mile of the den, and no
farther” he assured. Veeta agreed, to the pups’ delight. The pups ran and
jumped around playfully, Suma enjoyed watching them. Watching the Alpha’s pups
had never brought much joy, but he enjoyed watching Veeta’s pups. He supposed
it was because watching them did not remind him of his lost position or the
prison he felt like he was in, watching Veeta’s pups reminded him of the
freedom he had, how he rose above the situation, he was no longer bitter, and
that he was even helping the one who had caused all this. The six pups liked
Suma, too. They would jump around him, asking him to take them here or there.
On that walk, Suma discovered that Veeta had not named any of them. When he
returned three hours later, Suma mentioned it to her. “I did not think any of
us would live this long,” Veeta told him, “thanks to you we have.” Suma, as
usual was silent, rarely replying to anything Veeta said. It was not because he
was angry with her, but quite honestly, he did not have anything to say to her.
Today it turned out that he did not have to reply, for Veeta continued. She
told him she could not believe that after what she had done, he would help even
her children. She apologized and confessed how wrong she was, then finished by
saying that she understood if he did not forgive, but she was ever so thankful
for what he had done for her children. Suma quietly accepted the apology,
surprised that he should even then feel resistance inside of him, then asked
what had happened.
Veeta had mated with the Alpha hoping to become the next
Alpha-Female after the present one died, which was likely to be soon, instead
of Suma’s mother, who – thanks to Suma’s influence -was the most likely
candidate for that. After becoming pregnant, Veeta realized that the
Alpha-female had lost all tolerance for such unruly behavior, and rightfully
so. Her mate had indulged far too many times, and had a continuous relationship
with Theta, and relationship that hurt the Alpha-Female very much. Another
female in the way in addition to Theta and the scattered others was too much.
In truth, the Alpha-female was almost to the point of accepting this, until she
happened to glance into Veeta’s eyes and saw that it was a beautiful pale green,
like her own. “I will always love you,” the Alpha-female recalled Alpha-male
telling her, “when I look into your eyes, I see the beautiful grass and woods
we call home and I recall the moment I first met you, you are the only one with
such eyes.” Not anymore! No! The Alpha-female’s heart broke and a fire lit,
Veeta would not have her mate, she would die! Veeta realized that to save her
life she would have to flee. Upon that, she – for the first time – felt a
slight bit convicted about how foolish and cruel she had been, and the guilt
set in. As she traveled each day, the guilt she felt for what she had done to
Suma, causing him to lose everything, and even to Theta and the Alpha-female,
attempting to ruin their already messed up lives for her own spite and gain,
nearly drove her to returning, “I wanted to die,” she recounted, but her
pregnancy prevented her. She felt between a rock and a hard place. Veeta knew
she didn’t deserve to live, but would it be selfish for her to allow her pups
to die as well for her sins? Death would be more merciful, taking her from her
misery, but what about her pups? Veeta chose life for her and her pups. She
hoped that she might be able to at least raise her children better than herself,
that she might produce something good into the world before she died, or at
least have tried to. Veeta dug her den and had her children. Three days later,
Suma came along. She told him that the guilt had been weighing more heavily
than ever, but his kindness to her and her offspring gave her a hope that her
children would live, and the smallest little hope that perhaps, just maybe, he
could forgive her. As soon as my children are old enough, Veeta assured, I will
leave to another unmarked territory to raise them.
Suma assured Veeta that he never approved of what his mother
was doing, but should she have lost favor; the Alpha-female would have leaped
at the chance to get rid of her. He then, wholeheartedly, forgave Veeta. What
freedom and joy she felt, a freedom and joy Veeta never thought she would ever
have the privilege of feeling. “They still have no names,” Suma mentioned
before he left. Veeta named them that night: Demeke, Kiya, Zeeta, Xi, Melku,
and Tau. As he was walking home that night, Suma thought about what Veeta had
told him, and about how she knew she deserved to die. Suma thought carefully
over the words. Deep inside, he felt a little conviction. In some way or
another, they had been the same, so had everyone, really. They each, in
different ways, were looking out for their own gain. True, Suma considered
others much more than Veeta had, but selfishness and self-gain was still a
crime both were guilty of to an extent. It was an interesting revelation to
him, who had, up till then, felt wholly above and righteous compared to Veeta.
This revelation brought another trait to his plate, the character of Humility
and Servant-hood. Such character traits were rare, but Suma realized that they
were necessary for true joy. A new sense of freedom filled Suma that he had not
felt before. He had felt the freedom of forgiveness, but now he felt the
freedom from selfishness and need to pursue self-gain. That wasn’t important
anymore, serving, living in humility, loving, forgiving, sharing joy was
important, it was these things that brought joy, not position or pride. A
weight seemed to be lifted. Suma came back the next day and again took the pups
on a walk. This day he spoke more warmly to Veeta. Soon, both he and she would
take the pups on their daily walks. The pups had gotten so used to Suma being
around that when, after eight weeks had past and Suma had already taught them
how to hunt small game, he did not come around as frequently, they were
surprised and missed him terribly. To them, he was like their father. Veeta
never allowed her pups to go farther than half a mile from the den for fear
they would be seen, and they were getting ancy to explore farther.
It had been nearly a week since Suma had last come before he
came again, Veeta told him she believed that they were ready to find a new territory
to live in. Suma was quiet for a moment, then mentioned that Demeke, Kiya,
Zeeta, Xi, Malku, and Tau had not yet learned how to hunt large game and asked
if she was able to teach them or should he. Veeta did not see how this was
possible without the pack living on the territory seeing them. Suma smiled and
told her that the Alpha pair and the pack already knew of their presence and
had kindly agreed to stay out of the area for just a few weeks.
He did not report Rho’s reaction to Veeta, though He could
not help but smiling upon recalling it in his mind. When Suma had told Epsilon
and Rho of Veeta, Rho was shocked that Suma could even contemplate helping her
family. “Why that’s…” Rho had exclaimed negatively, but was unable to say
anything more. “…the most noble and honorable act that anyone could do, and you
are both, the most honorable and noble of all,” Epsilon finished for himself,
“You put me to shame, brother, but perhaps that shame can be put to good use
and produce a better Epsilon… and Rho. Your request is granted, we shall stay
out of that area until you give leave. I am sure you agree, Rho?” Rho did not
agree and her heart was in turmoil. She had always disapproved of Epsilon’s
humility in praising his brother so, and secondly, she had disproved of Suma’s
lack of vengeance of anything, assuming it to be laziness. Now she was stunned
into speechlessness, Suma was living what his very being had always seemed to
preach, though he had never said a word. She felt as though she had been thrown
into another world. A world with forgiveness! Suddenly her distaste to Suma’s
forgiveness and Epsilon’s praise of him felt childish. She understood why
Epsilon ever spoke highly of him, when Rho could see nothing extraordinary
about him; this is why Epsilon openly admitted not being able to compare his
own character to Suma’s, for Suma would have no competition, a confession that
ever made Rho uncomfortable. It took Rho a few days to recover from her shock
and conviction, but after she did, she herself felt shame, and, like Epsilon,
resolved to change herself. She respected Suma now as she never had before, and
look at him with a positive air. Suma forgave her and others of their prejudice
graciously.
Veeta, meanwhile, was very grateful to Rho and Epsilon and
to Suma. Soon after, Suma and Veeta began to teach the young wolves how to hunt
larger animals such as deer or elk, even bison. Suma taught that they should be
cautious when approaching a large animal that stands its ground, and to try to
make it run and tire it down before attacking. Each pup listened carefully and
performed wonderfully. Suma told Veeta she should be proud of them. She smiled,
and said that she was.
One day, Kiya asked if Suma would come with them when they
moved on. Veeta quickly quieted her, but Suma did not contradict or act
offended. The next day, Veeta overheard Demeke asking Suma the same question. Veeta
was afraid that Suma would feel pressured and irritated, but as always he was
ever patient. In truth, Veeta loved Suma more than she ever had before, but in
no way did she even hope that he loved her, so she paid no mind to her
feelings, only bearing in the mind the survival of her pups. Suma’s heart, however
and without her knowledge, was very warm to her. It had started as a feeling of
commitment to the pups. They saw him as their father, and he couldn’t help, no
matter how he tried, to see them as his adopted children. He did not want to
lose them. From there, his love grew, and started to focus on Veeta herself as
he began admire Veeta’s selflessness in caring for them in contrast to her
previous selfish heart. She gave her all to give them the best she could,
acknowledging that it was not much at all. His love grew. Soon enough, he had
no intention of letting her leave without him if possible.
He spoke to Epsilon on the topic. “I am not gifted, as are
you,” Suma concluded thoughtfully, “in leadership or fatherhood. I have never
really been active in another’s life as a father must be. My life has mainly
been solo, even as Beta-male, the only bit of leadership experience I have. I
have never been emotionally or mentally or actively responsible for another’s
needs. All authority was external, and forced. You had a natural gift at it
from the beginning, not I.” “Yet I,” Epsilon answered slowly, as though
thinking carefully what to say, “am not gifted in patience or prudence, too
often in the past my rashness got the better of me, is that not true? But I
have learned, learned from you, I might say, and have become quite skilled in
that matter. I assume it can be the same for you, learning to be responsible
for not only your own well-being and character and needs but for another’s. You
and I are not all that different, just a little lacking here and there or
special gifting in one thing or another, but what we don’t have, we can learn.
Many things can be learned just as well as being gifted in it, I can attest to
that. Don’t lose confidence.” Suma took these words to heart, for now it was
his turn to learn from Epsilon.
One day, while Veeta and he were alone, he mentioned
something of this sort to her. Veeta could scarcely believe what she was
hearing. He asked to go with her and be a father to her offspring and a mate to
her. Epsilon had been good to him, of course, but he felt it was time to move
on, and if it was not with her, it would be alone, but he would much rather be
with her. He knew of good territory around there where they could make a home.
Suma then confessed love for her, and Veeta then confessed her own love for
him, and together they became from two to one. Demeke, Tau, Kiya, Malku, Xi,
and Zeeta never saw Suma as anything less than a father anyway, making the
change very natural.
A few years later Suma and Veeta were parenting a pack of
their own much like Epsilon’s, the hierarchy was very much relaxed. Their land
was abundant with food and their pack was as peaceful as nature would allow.
They were very happy. None of Veeta’s daughters ever made her mistake, nor did
any of her sons. Delta eventually joined their pack with a promise that she
wouldn’t cause trouble; a promise that she kept, sometimes rather grudgingly. The
children never cared for her. Delta never let go her bitterness, and was
usually sullen and brooding, feeling sorry for herself. Suma sometimes wonder
how she could still feel victimized. Suma’s mother never did see Suma again and
she was too busy looking out for her own survival to care about him. If Theta
had ever thought of leaving and joining him, she never did because she didn’t
think he would have her, a very wrong assumption. Like Delta, no one ever knew
if Theta regretted anything. The Alpha-female died shortly after Veeta fled,
dying from the stressful life she had lived and the emotional trauma she had
just experienced. Theta become Alpha-female after her, but by that time she was
very old and died a month or so after.
Demeke and Tau eventually formed their own packs, not due to
a falling out, but the growing pack. Malku became next Alpha-male; Kiya was
Beta-Female in Demeke’s pack. Xi and Zeeta never did mate nor leave the pack;
they instead grew up carefree and happy. They often stayed at the rendezvous
and babysat the young, a task in other packs reserved for the Omega, but in
this pack, that was not the case. Xi and Zeeta did so because they enjoyed
doing so. Epsilon, whose pack’s territory was the only bordering territory at
the time, was always friendly with Suma. Any threat that threatened either
messed with both, and soon many other branching packs. Not a war one would like
to start, Suma, Epsilon, and all their offspring were fierce fighters. Demeke
and Tau took after their father in leadership; their territories also bordered
their father’s.
Suma returned every bit of praise Epsilon had given him, and
always spoke highly of his brother. Their relationship never quavered, even in
disagreements. Visiting wolves were surprised at how positive and encouraging
the Alphas were to each other. This was the last virtue that Suma and Epsilon
learned that will be recounted in this book. Not only is putting others first a
freeing thing for oneself, when everyone puts everyone else first, everyone
comes out on the up side, because everyone is the being put first by another.
Most of Suma’s turmoil and questions had been answered. He
knew that though injustice was unavoidable, life was not avoiding it, but
rising above it, and living in freedom from it. Although emotion and openness
did bring pain, emotionlessness still brought pain and would slowly kill
physically, and feeling wisely brought a joy so amazing, that the pain that
came on the side was small compared to it. Suma and Veeta had a very happy
future.
(This post is a bit early, but I am busy tomorrow and may not have a chance - or remember - to post it. I hope you enjoyed it!)
(This post is a bit early, but I am busy tomorrow and may not have a chance - or remember - to post it. I hope you enjoyed it!)
Monday, December 30, 2013
Suma: A Short Story: Part 2
Spring came six new pups were now a part of the pack, making the pack the size of 16 wolves; nine males, seven females. Suma and his siblings were now a year old. One a sunny spring morning, Suma traveled alone to the rendezvous point. The sun was causing a beautiful affect upon the forest as the rays lit the leaves above. He took this time to think. As he did, he realized he hadn’t spoken to Epsilon in awhile, nor Delta, nor Kappa. They had all been rather busy promoting their own interests. Epsilon was far ahead of him now, but Suma was being patient. He felt that if he went slowly, but surely up, he would be slow in falling, if he ever fell. If he used all that he had to get where he wanted to be, he would have nothing left to stay there. With these thoughts, Suma was content with patience. Epsilon once told him that he tried to be patient, but when he saw an opportunity, he felt better taking it rather than chancing loosing it, and it hurt him not to take it. To Suma’s displeasure, he often saw that it was Epsilon’s rash prudence and impulsive behavior that brought him favor rather than his patient, thought out behavior. Delta was still fighting her decline, but the harder she fought the faster she fell. Kappa remained satisfied, though he did trod the edge occasionally. Suma noted that while Delta was beginning to lose heart, “the very thing that might save her life,” Suma thought, Kappa and even Epsilon were beginning to grow arrogant and cocky. It was midsummer when Suma was once again in the same rank as Epsilon, a Beta-wolf. Epsilon had found his place organizing hunting. Suma wondered if Epsilon was settling for it, or was still aiming for the highest goal, the Beta-male, second in command, with only the Alpha-male to answer to. If so, Suma would not have rivalry with him. A short chat with him dispelled such hopes. Epsilon’s mind was still very much on the position as Beta-male. What they both soon discovered was that, though strength and skill might help get you there, it was intelligence, favor, intellectuality, and patience that might promise the coveted seat of power; all of which skills Suma had so diligently learned and possessed. As Suma began to rise to Beta-male, his three siblings were struggling. Kappa followed the footsteps of his father exactly and that late winter was found guilty for the same offense. Suma, who was now close to the Alpha-male, attempted to passively talk him into mercy, but the Alpha would not have it. Kappa was killed the very day he was convicted. Epsilon, struggling with his arrogance, finally picked a fight with the wrong dog, a fate Suma had long predicted and dreaded. For three days he was guarded at the rendezvous place, forbidden to eat, drink, or leave, while the Alpha decided what to do. He didn’t actually think about it much, he was busy with other things. That is why nothing was decided until the third day.
“Sir,” Suma spoke to the Alpha-male on the third day,
“Epsilon is still a prisoner. His guard is taking up three of our able wolves
for hardly a worthy cause, as many have offended in the same way before him and
fate was chosen within the day. Forgive me if I am being overbold in my views,
but I see not why we must waste good wolves for such a trivial task.” He was
not yet Beta-male, but the Alpha favored him, and often called Suma to consult
with, for at the moment, there was no Beta-male.
“The cursed family,” the Alpha answered irritably, “it is
the curse of their father that ails their doom. His family will never live
peacefully beside mine; I should never have accepted it, allowing the pups to
live. The fool should be killed as his father and brother before him. Why did
their father have to produce such able offspring who spoil their value with
their idiocy? Now I must regret to lose him.” Suma hoped to influence the Alpha
into giving no punishment and let it pass, but if that should fail, his
following plan had to be done before Epsilon lost strength. The Alpha’s last
comment gave him hope.
“Sir, forgive me if I am wrong,” Suma interjected, hiding
his urgency, “but I can see you are in no mood to kill another wolf. Why put
yourself at any displeasure. He is what you say; only an able fool, hardly
worth any attention.”
“Yes, only a fool,” the Alpha resolved, “but a punishment
must be made. I cannot have my pack rising against me. If not death, what would
you suggest?”
Suma hid a cringe at these words. It was the last cringe he
ever felt, it was the cringe that he had been waiting for. All his hiding his
thoughts and true feelings had finally turned his heart into a walled city.
This was the last blow, as the final gate was closed. It was not that he no
longer had a heart; it was that no longer was there any free access from the
outside to the heart. Every word, every action was analyzed, and rarely did any
pass through the iron gates.
Fortunately, Suma had also expected such a question, and
proceeded to suggest a punishment harsh enough to please the Alpha-male, but
merciful enough that Epsilon might survive. “Perhaps run him off,” Suma proposed,
“he would most likely be ambushed by another pack in another territory and
killed anyway.”
“Very well,” the Alpha consented, “see to it yourself that
it is done.”
Suma made his way back to the rendezvous where Epsilon was.
“The good Alpha has decided to spare his life,” Suma coldly told the guards,
“he is to be run off from this territory, never to return.” Suma looked at
Epsilon, hoping he could read into his eyes that he was trying to save his
life. Epsilon, still wounded from the fight and weak from not being allowed to
eat or drink for three days, stood up, his own eyes told Suma; he understood.
Epsilon left that day, but Suma held hope that he had been strong enough to
make it to an unmarked territory to live peacefully and free. Suma’s sister, Delta,
his only sibling left in the pack, lost her struggle soon after. After nearly
provoking a fight with a higher female, the Alpha-female reprimanded her, and
threatened “to finish the fight.” Delta’s courage and spite failed her. She
cowered from the Alpha-female, revealing who she really was, and fearfully
accepted life as Omega-female. After a few days, most the fear fell away, but
enough stayed that Delta never challenged her position, but she was miserable.
She often babysat the pups, who she hated, and distracted other wolves when
they were about to fight, an act quite contrary to her nature. She despised
life and everyone in it, but she was too afraid to lose it and too afraid to
attempt fending for herself. Her pride stung every day. She was wholly and
completely dependent and enslaved to her fear. Suma kept a watchful eye on her.
He had already lost two siblings, one being his best-friend, as best-friends
go. He knew that the Alpha-pair were not his parents as they were all the
others. Suma reached his goal soon after the affair. He was Suma, Beta-Male. During
this time, Suma had more contact with his mother, Theta. One could hardly tell
Theta was his mother. Suma treated her with respect, but any further
relationship was impossible and was not wanted. Theta had worked so hard to be
accepted by the Alpha-male, to be what she thought was loved. Seeing Suma
reminded her of all that was, all that hung by a thread, and all she owed. She
wanted so deeply not to fear; she wanted so passionately to know she was
forgiven of her past and that she was protected the persecution of the
Alpha-female and the past that haunted her. The Alpha-female’s life was hardly
better. She, too, lived in fear. Every day she had to aggressively protect her
position as Alpha-female, every day she was burdened by the fear that she would
be replaced, and that all she knew would be gone and she would have to survive
alone. The one male that had been her own, with whom she bore offspring with,
was the very one whom she could not trust to protect her life, although it was
with him it hung. This gave Suma’s position more power, for, since the female’s
influence were divided between Theta and the Alpha-female, the Alpha-male
relied greatly on Suma’s influence, often deciding one way or another depending
on what Suma thought. From that, Suma learned another skill, influence. He
learned that influence used correctly and cautiously brought amazing power.
Patience taught him how to use Influence properly and effectively. Favor and
Cleverness taught him how to use Influence for his benefit, or the benefit of
others. The Alpha-female despised Suma. Many times her plot to rid herself of
Theta forever was foiled by Suma’s patient, convincing words of advice against
such a plan of action to the Alpha-male. Theta, who knew nothing of Suma’s
influence, only feared that he was reminding the Alpha-male of what she had
done, and he would lose favor in her, therefore, did not like him, either. Theta
has ceased to truly live, she only survived. She felt no emotion, the emotional
trauma earlier in her life had killed her, she had no hope. She was almost a
living dead. Suma did not like what his mother was doing, he felt it was not
fair to the Alpha-female or the Alpha-male or even herself. He couldn’t help
but have compassion. This was one of the only reasons he secretly influenced in
her favor, besides, she had raised
them to be old enough to possibly survive rather than abandoning them
immediately and he understood the desperation, the fear, and the hopelessness
of her situation. In a large sense, she didn’t have any other options. She was
drained, dreaming only of love, freedom, and forgiveness, something she feared
she would never have with Suma reminding the Alpha-male of her past. Even with
the opposition, Suma’s patience and knack at pleasing his superior kept him
relatively safe from loss of position, but he, too, often lived in hidden fear.
It was late winter again, the snow was deep. Suma was three
years old and it was breeding time. Suma kept watch of his position with a
sharp eye. He was not the same Suma. He was still patient, influential,
prudent, and a fierce fighter when need be, but he was colder, less feeling. *So
much fear surrounded him, that it was no wonder that he blocked it out, and
became outwardly emotionless. He secretly cared about others, but the secret
was kept even from himself. Most breeding times went very smoothly, but this late
winter was different. A few of the females were flighty and flirty, wishing to
breed, too. One female, eager to show her contempt toward her place in the
hierarchy and prove that she was unruly and uncontrollable by the Alpha and
Alpha-female, approached Suma invitingly several times a day. Finally, one day,
she exclaimed that the hierarchy was such a bore and she would much rather go out
and start a pack of her own, being the Alpha-Female. She looked at Suma and
asked if he wouldn’t like that, too. Why should he have to be second best to
her father? “You aren’t even his son,” she mentioned coyly, “he killed your
father and your brother! You certainly owe nothing to him!” Suma shook his
head, he did not want to be the third in his family, that could threaten his
mother and sister livelihood and waste all of his hard work and patience. The
female, Veeta, looked disappointed, but did not give up. She came back the next
day, and the next. She continued to pursue him aggressively, evasively suggesting
running away and beginning their own pack at the top of the hierarchy. Suma
admitted, not to her, but to himself, that the hierarchy was a tiresome thing,
often unfair, and cruel, but it was the way of life, and rebelling against it
only to create one for themselves was a foolish thought. Finally, as spring was
close in coming, the Alpha’s daughter exclaimed that she was very much
disappointed in him; “If you will not free me from this hierarchy, this
prison!” she vented, “I will free myself, and you shall pay for your folly!”
Suma refused to be moved. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Alpha
would die and he would become Alpha, and he would not break his vow not to make
the same mistake as his father and brother. He had worked patiently and hard
for the position he was in. He was content to wait for the promised position
rather than run off with a female he had no desire for and no character at all.
The Alpha’s daughter’s threat did make him wary. He knew how fragile all this
was, he could not admit that he wasn’t worried. He decided that if everything
fell anyway, he would not regret standing firm. It was no use running from
injustice by being rebellious or unjust. Injustice would come, no matter where
one was, it was unavoidable. In a way, it was part of life, and life was simply
avoiding the brunt of it. Still, Suma felt sure that perhaps something better
was waiting for him, somewhere in the future. Meanwhile, he would have to deal
with the matters at hand. Veeta’s revenge didn’t take long. The next day she
was very moody and acted as though someone had done some great wrong to her. The
day after that, Suma heard a friend pressuring her to tell what had happened,
and Veeta ‘hesitantly’ telling the friend that Suma had tried to mate with her,
but she would not let him. That friend told many other friends, and soon, the
Alpha had called her to hear her confirm the rumors he had heard. She confirmed
them with tears in her eyes. Suma, who had been watching at a distance, was
impressed at Veeta’s acting skills. He knew he would not get a chance to defend
himself, with two of his family behaving thusly and Veeta being the favorite
daughter. Furious at being betrayed – or so he thought – by another of the
‘cursed’ family, the Alpha’s wrath was turned on Suma. Even then, Suma felt
nothing, no regret, no mourning, but took it quietly. In a single cold day, Suma
went from Beta-male to Omega-male. The Alpha claimed to be showing mercy by not
killing him, but truth be told, he did not really want to lose such a valuable
wolf as Suma, who would work hard and productively in any position. Suma could
not lie to himself and say that the change was easy, it was most difficult, but
even so Suma was ever patient and continued to shove away his feelings. Delta
was not as quiet, and raved about the unfairness of her situation, not thinking for a second the true injustice of
Suma’s life. Soon, though, she realized that she could make Suma do all the
work while she had her fun. Delta was not as patient and no longer more
alluring as Veeta, but she knew what she wanted and how to get it much better
than Veeta. Despite what had happened and his sister’s selfish actions, Suma still
had a strange small hope that there would be a favorable turn of events after
another terrible turn, but even that hope was slowing slipping away as
hopelessness took its place.
A year passed, and the forest was again white. Suma was
relaxing at the rendezvous place, finally with nothing to do; he hoped to enjoy
the quiet, beautiful forest when the female temptress came around again. “Tell
me,” Veeta asked, “do you regret resisting me?” Then she again begged him to
‘rescue’ her, to take her away and to start his own pack with her. “There is
nothing here for you,” she insisted, “come with me and we will have a future.”
When he refused, she became angry again. “Are you so stupid,” Veeta exclaimed, “can’t
you see you are the lowest in the hierarchy?” Suma- for nearly the first time –
lost his patience and angrily told her that if he were to leave with her, he
would become a slave to her; a worse master than the others. He would never
leave with her, ever, and he pitied anyone who would. She left in a huff. A
month later, she was pregnant. How could she be so stupid, Suma wondered. He
was not angry. He felt ashamed of losing his patience, and regained his
composure even in the worst of circumstances. Delta did not share love for
anyone but herself, yet when she heard of this, she felt an urgent feeling to
warn Suma. Perhaps she thought she would feel guilty if she didn’t, after all
he had done for her. Perhaps she saw no reason not to; after all, she had no love
for the pack. Or perhaps she was as selfish as ever, and supposed that if he
escaped; she might later escape to him for him to take care of her again. Whatever
her reason, she insisted that he leave because he was the easiest scapegoat for
the real violator. Suma did not need her urging, and on that cold, moonlit
night, Suma fled. He did not know where he would go, or what he would do, but
he could not stay if he wished to live.
(Sorry it's late)
(Sorry it's late)
Friday, December 27, 2013
Next part:
For those of you who are wondering, the next part of this story will be coming this Monday.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Suma: A Short Story Part 1
Once upon a time, before the west had people, a litter of
eight wolf pups were born in the territory that would one day be called Oregon.
Theta, the mother, wept in the darkness, dampening the already damp dirt, snow
clung to the opening, threatening to invade the safety of the den. Their father,
who had, in folly, mated, violating the hierarchy and his social position, was
killed by the impatient, dominant Alpha-male five weeks after they were born. Theta
struggled to keep her litter a secret, managing it for a week longer, long
enough for them to begin to eat meat (6 weeks), before the fear was too much
and overtook her and, in attempt to please her Alpha and save herself from
death, became one of the Alpha-male’s mates, abandoning her offspring. The
Alpha-female was not pleased her mate’s distraction, his distraction of Theta
not only caused her, rightfully so, to be jealous, but also weakened her
authority in the pack as Alpha-female. Theta sought protection from the
Alpha-female’s fury through the Alpha-male’s favor. Her protection was found,
and the Alpha-female was powerless to do anything to defend her rightful
authority and livelihood. Meanwhile, Theta’s pups struggled to survive the
harsh winter, alone. Before spring was gone and their lives but seven weeks
old, four of the pups died in the cool dark den because they were not mature enough
to survive without their mother. The other four, Suma, Epsilon, Kappa, and
Delta, were fortunate enough to find their way to the rendezvous and joined the
pack and the six other pups that were born to the Alpha female and were
accepted, despite the Alpha-female’s understandable bitterness. The rendezvous
was an open area with some large rocks, an old den, and dirt and grass. The spring was warm and bright, perfect
weather and condition to raise strong, healthy pups. There they play fought
with the other pups, ate with the other pups, and played with the same “toys” –
feathers, animal skin, bones - as they did. Regardless of their activity
together, there was no confusion of who came from what family. Suma, Epsilon,
Kappa, and Delta were from one, and the other six were from another, and it was
not to be forgotten by anyone. Out of all the siblings, Suma was fondest of his
brother Epsilon, his only other sibling that had sense. Epsilon, a handsome,
agile young wolf, was a mellow extravert and Suma an active introvert. Epsilon
was still more active than Suma, similar in body, but extremely mature compared
to their two other siblings. Delta, an attractive, lithe young female, and
Kappa, muscular built, who always followed along with Delta, were very active,
extraverted, and causing trouble in all imaginable ways. Their lives were
careless and reckless. Even the mini-hierarchy of the pups meant nothing to
them. They did what they pleased, a ruinous lifestyle. Despite Suma and
Epsilon’s cautious advice, they would not hear of giving up their frivolous
ways. As long as that moment was a joyful one or soon to lead to an amusing
instant they were happy, and they could not imagine anything more important. Suma
and Epsilon focused more on intelligent play, such as fighting, hunting,
mimicking adult wolves to learn the future way of life. Most wolves develop their aggressive skills
first, then their submissive behaviors to avoid fighting. Although this was
true in Epsilon, Suma first acquired a weapon deadlier, if in the right
character, than aggressiveness and intelligence together. He had acquired
patience. With this weapon added to his own intelligence and strength, he was
second to only one, Epsilon, who made up for the lack of this weapon in other
areas. Suma’s patience taught him to be cautious and watchful, giving him
quickness in learning, and a skill in fighting and foreseeing. Epsilon, who was
more inclined to be rash, had difficulty learning this, but was wise enough not
give up effort. By the end of the summer, Epsilon and Suma had distinguished
themselves as potential future Beta-Wolves (Beta wolves = highest in the
hierarchy besides the Alpha pair) and Delta and Kappa distinguished themselves
as the pack fools, a reputation that bothered them naught. Nothing had hindered
their amusement; therefore they cared about nothing but amusement. Around this
time, on warm, windy end of summer day, Suma overheard two Omega females
discussing the pups.
“Delta and Kappa will be the Omegas before next spring,” the
younger female, Tiesa, remarked, “I promise… the helpless, hopeless fools!”
“Hopeless they may be,” the older female Zere answered
cautiously, “but helpless and fools they are not. Kappa is a brainless bear,
and he’s as strong as one, too. And if Delta is a much like her mother as she
has shown, she has as much spite and connive as she does beauty and strength to
match them both. Have you seen how lithe and agile she is?”
“Their mother?” the Tiesa asked in surprise before the first
finished her last sentence.
“Indeed, do you not know, Theta the Alpha’s mistress is
their mother,” the Zere answered, “Delta’s likeness to her mother is Veeta’s –
you know the Alpha’s favorite daughter – likeness to the Alpha-female in her
youth. They are both headstrong temptresses, but Veeta can’t afford to be as
frivolous and ridiculous as Delta.”
“Why ever not?” the younger one puzzled, “I would suppose
that the little brat being the favored daughter could afford it, while Delta
being born from an inferior, disgraceful birth wouldn’t.”
“Delta is charming by nature and no one dares challenge
her.” the Zere explained, “She is a formidable opponent and is as easily
provoked into a fight as she is provokes others. The whole family inherited
their father’s daunting strength; Kappa received the most of it.”
“Terrible strength he has,” the Tiesa murmured, “a giant.”
“Of course she’s got his and Theta’s pride and ambition,
too,” the other continued on about Delta, “She won’t be humiliated easily,
you’ll see. I’d not be surprised if she leaves or ends her life before she
experiences being an Omega.”
“Epsilon and Suma, are they part of the family?” Tiesa
attempted to move on, “no, no, they are far too intelligent. Did the family
have any intelligence at all?”
“The two oldest
brothers,” Zere exclaimed with delight. It was obvious she enjoyed showing off
her knowledge of the disgraceful family, telling their story without
discretion. “Yes, yes, they are a part of the family. Now, don’t get it in your
mind that the parents were born fools. No, the arrogance was always there but
the folly was tipped off by their false security in their achievements and
intelligence.” Zere was thoughtful for a moment, “Suma and Epsilon seem to have
skipped out on the arrogance. If they keep the course, they just might make a
good name for themselves.”
“Good name?” Tiesa asked, “If they keep their course, they’d
be Betas before fall if not for the Alpha-female.”
“And Theta,” Zere added, “she won’t like having the reminder
that the Alpha-female hates her because of what she did and that each time she
sees them she’ll remember afresh.”
The two moved on to other topics, and Suma slipped away
feeling sick, without knowing why. Seldom did siblings care about each other,
but he did. He felt ashamed of Delta, Kappa, and Theta’s folly as well as his
father’s, whoever he was. Suma seldom thought about the matter, but it was
always in the back of his head. It never did seem to matter anyway, everyone
was for themselves. It was a hard life, and one had only time to look out for
their own livelihood.
At ten months old, the nomadic period had come to the pack,
and the pups were able to show what they were worth. During the nomadic hunting
time, Suma and Epsilon were among the more valuable pups, the pups the adults
spent more time teaching and paying attention to, due to their self-taught
skill they learned as pups. Before the month was out, Epsilon had played an
active role in bringing down one buffalo, three elk, and had alone brought down
two deer in one day. Suma was close behind, sometimes assisting Epsilon in his
hunt, sometimes hunting on his own. On several occasions, the game would have
been lost if it hadn’t been for Suma urging patience. A year had passed since
they had been born, and they were both well respected. Together, Suma and
Epsilon, as predicted, began to quickly rise to Beta-wolf. Delta was struggling
to gain respect, or at least seduce it, but charm, arrogance, and drama only
went so far in adulthood. Suma cringed as he watched Delta continue to act like
a pup as an adult. Had she only listened, Suma thought. Contrary to prediction,
clumsy Kappa, who had been abandoned by beautiful Delta, found merit through
strength and settled down contently as a subordinate wolf, where he safely had
his fun. As he showed promise, Epsilon attempted to coach him, but Kappa
wouldn’t have it. He had realized he was strong and was now arrogant. “Just
like his father,” Suma heard a Zere scoff to Tiesa.
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