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Four Hobbits. Written
Jul. 18th, 2011 02:02 pm[ This is quite the writing, here. Very elaborate with strange markings on the letters, but readable. ]
Once, there was a man who was not quite a man who was, one day, given the burden of a tending a beast. The beast needed led far, far from the village the man felt to be a part of his own heart, back to its home. It was an evil beast, capable of unspeakable atrocities should the wrong man take its reins and claim it as his own. All manner of creature, all races, were liable to be tempted by the power and darkness the beast bore in its breast.
Somehow, the man was the only one capable of resisting the allure of the beast's power. While he had a party, strong and dedicated, to keep his company and watch over him, it was inevitable that they were at a great risk, as they may be enchanted by the beast. The man did not want to see these great fighters, these loyal companions and friends, fall to the beast and he trekked out alone, but one brave warrior joining him in a selfless motion.
The two journeyed, but there came a time when the man awoke to find himself alone with only the beast, lost from his companion. Somehow, in his addled brain, he had lead the beast far off his path and away from his companion, who must have turned for but a few moments and lost track of them.
The beast was prone to cry for its home, its den of fiendish matters. Louder as it approached it, but more insistently the farther it roamed from it. Incessantly, the beast began to whine, though quiet, to its unwilling master. Its seducing call still made no mark upon the man's mind to want evil, but it still feasted upon it, and him, body and soul. The man tried to find the path once more, but too far he had gone and now, his mind grew more addled and dizzy. A sickness set upon the man from weariness. Lost, ill, the man wandered and still wanders, with no key to the path. Lost, still, the man and the beast are both barred from fate, unable to abandon each other, tied by something deeper than both of them.
Once, there was a man who was not quite a man who was, one day, given the burden of a tending a beast. The beast needed led far, far from the village the man felt to be a part of his own heart, back to its home. It was an evil beast, capable of unspeakable atrocities should the wrong man take its reins and claim it as his own. All manner of creature, all races, were liable to be tempted by the power and darkness the beast bore in its breast.
Somehow, the man was the only one capable of resisting the allure of the beast's power. While he had a party, strong and dedicated, to keep his company and watch over him, it was inevitable that they were at a great risk, as they may be enchanted by the beast. The man did not want to see these great fighters, these loyal companions and friends, fall to the beast and he trekked out alone, but one brave warrior joining him in a selfless motion.
The two journeyed, but there came a time when the man awoke to find himself alone with only the beast, lost from his companion. Somehow, in his addled brain, he had lead the beast far off his path and away from his companion, who must have turned for but a few moments and lost track of them.
The beast was prone to cry for its home, its den of fiendish matters. Louder as it approached it, but more insistently the farther it roamed from it. Incessantly, the beast began to whine, though quiet, to its unwilling master. Its seducing call still made no mark upon the man's mind to want evil, but it still feasted upon it, and him, body and soul. The man tried to find the path once more, but too far he had gone and now, his mind grew more addled and dizzy. A sickness set upon the man from weariness. Lost, ill, the man wandered and still wanders, with no key to the path. Lost, still, the man and the beast are both barred from fate, unable to abandon each other, tied by something deeper than both of them.
