Rooted in the past (open)
Jul 2, 2012 16:50:41 GMT -5
Post by emeraldautumn on Jul 2, 2012 16:50:41 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Barnabus found himself in a dark mood, however, like most things, there were exceptions. His day hadn't begun particularly poorly, nor was the weather bringing him down; it certainly made a change from the recent heat, which Barnabus had found unbearable. It had in fact, given rise to a change in the types of birds Barnabus would see while climbing, which is what inevitably led him into his pensive, bleak mindset.
Barnabus, upon waking, had dashed off into the forest, leaving his father to handle the lumber work for the day. Magnus was a capable lumberer, and Barnabus was sure his absence would not hinder him. His forest-walking quickly became tree-climbing, and, soon afterwards, Barnabus had spied an exciting sight; a nest of Goldcrest chicks. Barnabus' family were named for the bird, and so natrually he took interest straight away. He re-positioned himself in the canopy, and sat, watching the little nest. Soon after, the mother Goldcrest returned, bearing assorted insects as gifts for her chirping offspring. Barnabus felt a great sense of warmth flow over him, and for a time, all was well. Finding tranquility in being surrounded by nature, Barnabus fell into a quiet slumber.
In his dream, Barnabus lost all sense of peace that the little birds had brought him. He found himself sat at one end of a frightfully large wooden table. The table was a peculiar one; Barnabus did not recognise the rich,glistening wood. He did however, recognise the face of the individual sat opposite him; Nettle Goldcrest, his older brother.
"Hiya Barney, slacking off I see?" Taunted the dream-brother, a grotesque, mocking grin cracking his face.
Barnabus tensed, the hairs on his neck rising in fear; "its just a dream" he told himself "Nettle's gone, he can't hurt dad anymore."
The dream-Nettle, now cackling, hopped up onto the eerily beautiful table, and stared down at Barnabus with the same cool,vicious gaze that he remembered.
"I never hurt the old man Barney.It was you. It was always you." Nettle lost his grin now, and his face took on a grim, uncaring expression."You weren't there when Mum died, you never really understood his pain. And then there was Errik, you couldn't save him either could you? You're a failure little brother. You're the whole reason i left." The table burst into flames, as did Nettle. For a moment, the flames lit up his face in such a way that Barnabus was sure he could only make out his brother's icy-cold eyes, floating in the fires...
It was raining when Barnabus awoke. A heavy, unrelenting downpour. He was afraid, deeply sad, and startled. Partly by his dream, and partly by the sheer power of the torrential rain that fell around him. He thought for a few seconds that, such heavy rain would easily have brought down some of the more derelict buildings in district 7. And then a sickening thought struck him.
"If it can topple buildings" Barnabus thought "It can easily destroy a bird's nest"
He glanced over frantically, praying to some unseen force that the little Goldcrests were unharmed.
As it happened, the nest had toppled off onto the ground, falling at least thirty feet. Barnabus scrambled down his tree, cutting and grazing himself on the rough bark. Tears began to well in his eyes as his brothers words resonated in his head. He would not allow him another victory. Barnabus swore that he would ensure the safety of the tiny birds that had brought him rest. He reached the forest floor, and broke into a clumsy, un-balanced sprint. Barnabus fell to his knees before the nest, and gently lifted it upwards. Beneath it, lying completely still, was a single, infant Goldcrest. Barnabus screamed at the papery-grey sky above him. He had failed once again. Nettle had been right; he was a failure. He couldn't save his mother, nor his little brother Errik. He couldn't even rescue a baby bird from a rainstorm. Broken and defeated, Barnabus rose to his feet, and began to carve out a grave for the little creature, beneath the shade of a giant tree.
(ooc; this is an open thread, though you should note that Barnabus will be in an awful mood.)
Barnabus, upon waking, had dashed off into the forest, leaving his father to handle the lumber work for the day. Magnus was a capable lumberer, and Barnabus was sure his absence would not hinder him. His forest-walking quickly became tree-climbing, and, soon afterwards, Barnabus had spied an exciting sight; a nest of Goldcrest chicks. Barnabus' family were named for the bird, and so natrually he took interest straight away. He re-positioned himself in the canopy, and sat, watching the little nest. Soon after, the mother Goldcrest returned, bearing assorted insects as gifts for her chirping offspring. Barnabus felt a great sense of warmth flow over him, and for a time, all was well. Finding tranquility in being surrounded by nature, Barnabus fell into a quiet slumber.
In his dream, Barnabus lost all sense of peace that the little birds had brought him. He found himself sat at one end of a frightfully large wooden table. The table was a peculiar one; Barnabus did not recognise the rich,glistening wood. He did however, recognise the face of the individual sat opposite him; Nettle Goldcrest, his older brother.
"Hiya Barney, slacking off I see?" Taunted the dream-brother, a grotesque, mocking grin cracking his face.
Barnabus tensed, the hairs on his neck rising in fear; "its just a dream" he told himself "Nettle's gone, he can't hurt dad anymore."
The dream-Nettle, now cackling, hopped up onto the eerily beautiful table, and stared down at Barnabus with the same cool,vicious gaze that he remembered.
"I never hurt the old man Barney.It was you. It was always you." Nettle lost his grin now, and his face took on a grim, uncaring expression."You weren't there when Mum died, you never really understood his pain. And then there was Errik, you couldn't save him either could you? You're a failure little brother. You're the whole reason i left." The table burst into flames, as did Nettle. For a moment, the flames lit up his face in such a way that Barnabus was sure he could only make out his brother's icy-cold eyes, floating in the fires...
It was raining when Barnabus awoke. A heavy, unrelenting downpour. He was afraid, deeply sad, and startled. Partly by his dream, and partly by the sheer power of the torrential rain that fell around him. He thought for a few seconds that, such heavy rain would easily have brought down some of the more derelict buildings in district 7. And then a sickening thought struck him.
"If it can topple buildings" Barnabus thought "It can easily destroy a bird's nest"
He glanced over frantically, praying to some unseen force that the little Goldcrests were unharmed.
As it happened, the nest had toppled off onto the ground, falling at least thirty feet. Barnabus scrambled down his tree, cutting and grazing himself on the rough bark. Tears began to well in his eyes as his brothers words resonated in his head. He would not allow him another victory. Barnabus swore that he would ensure the safety of the tiny birds that had brought him rest. He reached the forest floor, and broke into a clumsy, un-balanced sprint. Barnabus fell to his knees before the nest, and gently lifted it upwards. Beneath it, lying completely still, was a single, infant Goldcrest. Barnabus screamed at the papery-grey sky above him. He had failed once again. Nettle had been right; he was a failure. He couldn't save his mother, nor his little brother Errik. He couldn't even rescue a baby bird from a rainstorm. Broken and defeated, Barnabus rose to his feet, and began to carve out a grave for the little creature, beneath the shade of a giant tree.
(ooc; this is an open thread, though you should note that Barnabus will be in an awful mood.)
