Post by Puzzlepup13 on Mar 27, 2007 21:58:57 GMT -5
It was too long ago that they had come to this place; and too long since they had found their own disability to escape it. It had been too long since their Emperor had passed. Too long since they had had a Master, a Ruler, someone who could control all Twelve of them.
And they were falling into discord.
Two of them had gotten into another fight. Day and night were not present here, but it was the second one within what might well have been only hours. Eyes were flashing angrily, voices so different were hissing and snarling insults by turn. Tensions were running high. This was not good.
You two! snapped one of the others, one of the largest and perhaps the second-most powerful. If you cannot get along, I swear by the Emperor's Grave that you shan't live to argue again! Even if it will kill the rest of us, and all in the physical realm as well!
Immediately, the quarrelsome duo ceased their aggression and looked apologetically to her. Sorry, they both murmured in shame. It shan't happen again...
Another of the Twelve, this the fourth, turned to three others with a sad expression in her gleaming black eyes and her glossy fur bedraggled with grief. We need a ruler. We Twelve cannot sustain ourselves... we must have one who can master us and help us remain at peace...
The truth is so. But where can we find one capable? There is no one but us here. We would have to venture to the physical realm! And that is not mentioning the qualities such a master must have!
They would have to be human, suggested a sixth, for all creatures on earth are in some way related to one among our numbers and a Master such as that would be biased, favoring one far above the rest... We are equal and must be treated so.
They would have to be young. An adult would not be able to handle the strain presented to them when first coming to this place. Their spirit would break. A child would remember nothing else.
They would have to be strong.
Willful.
Imaginative!
Smart.
In other words, finished the last of the Twelve in his deep, rumbling voice, we will have quite a lot of searching to do. Are you ready?
And they were falling into discord.
Two of them had gotten into another fight. Day and night were not present here, but it was the second one within what might well have been only hours. Eyes were flashing angrily, voices so different were hissing and snarling insults by turn. Tensions were running high. This was not good.
You two! snapped one of the others, one of the largest and perhaps the second-most powerful. If you cannot get along, I swear by the Emperor's Grave that you shan't live to argue again! Even if it will kill the rest of us, and all in the physical realm as well!
Immediately, the quarrelsome duo ceased their aggression and looked apologetically to her. Sorry, they both murmured in shame. It shan't happen again...
Another of the Twelve, this the fourth, turned to three others with a sad expression in her gleaming black eyes and her glossy fur bedraggled with grief. We need a ruler. We Twelve cannot sustain ourselves... we must have one who can master us and help us remain at peace...
The truth is so. But where can we find one capable? There is no one but us here. We would have to venture to the physical realm! And that is not mentioning the qualities such a master must have!
They would have to be human, suggested a sixth, for all creatures on earth are in some way related to one among our numbers and a Master such as that would be biased, favoring one far above the rest... We are equal and must be treated so.
They would have to be young. An adult would not be able to handle the strain presented to them when first coming to this place. Their spirit would break. A child would remember nothing else.
They would have to be strong.
Willful.
Imaginative!
Smart.
In other words, finished the last of the Twelve in his deep, rumbling voice, we will have quite a lot of searching to do. Are you ready?