10-19-2014, 11:25 AM
“Kan...” Slow. Stretched. Musical. “Ze...” Syllabic. Symbolic. Calming. “On...” Peace shall soon arrive.
Darkly lit was the chamber of ritual. There stood but only three figures as candle light flickered and danced illumination on their faces. Each wore a mask. “Na...” One was a mask for this very tradition. “Mu...” One held the visage of the inheritor. “Butsu...” One stood for the passing of a legacy. They chanted in a tight circle, hands on knees, heads bowed in reverence. In the center lie a deep purple relic, glowing faintly as their ancient language awoken the power within it.
“Yo...” Glow. Power. Strength. “Butsu...” Sacred. Beautiful. Venerated. “U...” Drawn for emphasis. “In...” Drawn for life.
They spoke as one. Their roles all different, but in this moment of time and space, all one. Their breath came in as one being and when they exhaled deeply, they exhaled in time. Sacred tradition dictated all must be perfect within the chamber. They put their “selves” away to accomplish a singular purpose. “Yo...” One goal all three must attain in harmony. “Butsu...” One giving up life so the other may succeed in theirs. “U...” One receiving life to wield the power of all those in their great and long ancestry. “En...” One there to mediate the passing of souls, to aid in taking and giving, bestowing power to uphold the chain.
“Bup-po...” Life. Death. Rebirth. “So...” Eternal. “En...” Destiny.
Soon the warmth of the fire light was replaced with the ethereal energy of the object they chanted over. They gave power to it and in turn it gave power to the two figures sitting across from each other. None had ever seen the true face of the old, except for the face of the new. This would be the last time the new face would ever be seen until the day this ritual was to repeat itself. “Jo...” This moment was meant to last an eternity. “Raku...” It was a joyous occasion, even if death were a party to it. “Ga...”This moment defined the self and each role they played both leading into the future and the trailing of the past. “Jo...” The purity of this sacrifice added to the power of the relic as they spoke their incantations.
Darkly lit was the chamber of ritual. There stood but only three figures as candle light flickered and danced illumination on their faces. Each wore a mask. “Na...” One was a mask for this very tradition. “Mu...” One held the visage of the inheritor. “Butsu...” One stood for the passing of a legacy. They chanted in a tight circle, hands on knees, heads bowed in reverence. In the center lie a deep purple relic, glowing faintly as their ancient language awoken the power within it.
“Yo...” Glow. Power. Strength. “Butsu...” Sacred. Beautiful. Venerated. “U...” Drawn for emphasis. “In...” Drawn for life.
They spoke as one. Their roles all different, but in this moment of time and space, all one. Their breath came in as one being and when they exhaled deeply, they exhaled in time. Sacred tradition dictated all must be perfect within the chamber. They put their “selves” away to accomplish a singular purpose. “Yo...” One goal all three must attain in harmony. “Butsu...” One giving up life so the other may succeed in theirs. “U...” One receiving life to wield the power of all those in their great and long ancestry. “En...” One there to mediate the passing of souls, to aid in taking and giving, bestowing power to uphold the chain.
“Bup-po...” Life. Death. Rebirth. “So...” Eternal. “En...” Destiny.
Soon the warmth of the fire light was replaced with the ethereal energy of the object they chanted over. They gave power to it and in turn it gave power to the two figures sitting across from each other. None had ever seen the true face of the old, except for the face of the new. This would be the last time the new face would ever be seen until the day this ritual was to repeat itself. “Jo...” This moment was meant to last an eternity. “Raku...” It was a joyous occasion, even if death were a party to it. “Ga...”This moment defined the self and each role they played both leading into the future and the trailing of the past. “Jo...” The purity of this sacrifice added to the power of the relic as they spoke their incantations.