Post by grail on Jul 13, 2009 14:02:59 GMT -5
.....Is that why everyone is so entranced by them? The night is filled with fearful things, but yet all people seem to be filled with a nameless peace when staring at the night sky. Science has proven that many, many stars in the sky, in reality, no longer exist. Their proximity to earth is remote, to put it lightly, but their light shines with such an intensity that their location shines to the ends of the cosmos. It takes many eons, but the lights of each and every one of those stars somehow, someday manages to reach this lonely, green and blue little rock. Those lights flow in an endless stream, and long after the star itself fizzles out and ceases to exist, the light they project from that never-ending stream still simulates a phantom existance.
This came as quite a shock to a young country boy, with dark, feathery hair and equally dark, round eyes. He was on his back in the grass, along with his dad, star gazing one night, and the man told him with a kind smile, that many of the stars up above, maybe even all of them, were all dead. The boy protested the fact, given that the stars glimmered so brilliantly, it was inconcievable that something devoid of life could luminate the skies so brilliantly. The man turned to regard his son, and tried to stiffle a chuckle. It was hardly his intention to disillusion the boy, quite the opposite, infact. He reached over and laid his hand atop the boy's head, ruffling his hair gently.
"Freddie, not all things in this world, and even this universe, are easy to figure out. Heck, I'm still new to this whole farming thing, even after a few years of practicing it." the boy didn't get his dad, there was no farmer in this desolate country better than him, no one whom prospered like he did. Infact he actually lent a hand to the struggling community, donating to charities and offering neighbors good discounts on his bustling harvest when everyone else seemed to gain so little from the land.
"You gotta look at it from....I guess a more lofty perspective, son." the man rose to a sitting position, trying to articulate it properly to the youth. The man's brow furrowed into a more thoughtful expression, and though the shadow of a wince crossed his features a moment, he went on to explain it.
"You remember your mom, right?"
Frederick's mother, Elena Grail. She was starting to fade a bit from his memory, even though it had only been a couple of years since her passing. The boy struggled a bit with describing her, he barely remembered her face. He mostly remembered how kind and warm she was.
"Well see, kiddo? Your mother was so much like a star, its not even funny." he said, chuckling a bit anyway.
"She was warm, she watched over you, she was a friend to you when there was no one else there for you in the entire world. And of course, that woman shined." his father slowly started to trail his gaze away from the lad, almost as if to withdraw from him. He returned to the conversation with an assuring smile, though.
"People have always believed the stars watched over us, like a countless myriad of angels looking down and smiling from the heavens. But the fact is, they're actually like our sun, huge balls of burning gases that are shining brightly from millions of lightyears away."
Freddie's dad, as one would imagine, tended to get carried away in his explanations of the world and all that surrounded it. Despite that though, Freddie managed to keep his attention fixed, at least for the most part. In a ragged European community as this, it turned out there wasn't anyone more suited to educating him than his dad, even it was a heavy role in the eyes of most. He came to learn the shocking truth of stars, that most of the ones he gazed upon were naught but memories, phantoms that glisten brightly in a stasis as they replay their lifespans in an endless trek across space.
Mysterious, indeed.
At one point though, the boy did fall asleep in one of his dad's winding lectures of science. Well, the boy supposed all kids would have to face lectures in the course of their lives. At least this lecturer didn't care about changing the boy's ways, even when he got into mischief once in a while. The man seemed rather accepting of the person his son was.
Yet despite that, Frederick couldn't shake the thought that his father was hiding something from him....
This came as quite a shock to a young country boy, with dark, feathery hair and equally dark, round eyes. He was on his back in the grass, along with his dad, star gazing one night, and the man told him with a kind smile, that many of the stars up above, maybe even all of them, were all dead. The boy protested the fact, given that the stars glimmered so brilliantly, it was inconcievable that something devoid of life could luminate the skies so brilliantly. The man turned to regard his son, and tried to stiffle a chuckle. It was hardly his intention to disillusion the boy, quite the opposite, infact. He reached over and laid his hand atop the boy's head, ruffling his hair gently.
"Freddie, not all things in this world, and even this universe, are easy to figure out. Heck, I'm still new to this whole farming thing, even after a few years of practicing it." the boy didn't get his dad, there was no farmer in this desolate country better than him, no one whom prospered like he did. Infact he actually lent a hand to the struggling community, donating to charities and offering neighbors good discounts on his bustling harvest when everyone else seemed to gain so little from the land.
"You gotta look at it from....I guess a more lofty perspective, son." the man rose to a sitting position, trying to articulate it properly to the youth. The man's brow furrowed into a more thoughtful expression, and though the shadow of a wince crossed his features a moment, he went on to explain it.
"You remember your mom, right?"
Frederick's mother, Elena Grail. She was starting to fade a bit from his memory, even though it had only been a couple of years since her passing. The boy struggled a bit with describing her, he barely remembered her face. He mostly remembered how kind and warm she was.
"Well see, kiddo? Your mother was so much like a star, its not even funny." he said, chuckling a bit anyway.
"She was warm, she watched over you, she was a friend to you when there was no one else there for you in the entire world. And of course, that woman shined." his father slowly started to trail his gaze away from the lad, almost as if to withdraw from him. He returned to the conversation with an assuring smile, though.
"People have always believed the stars watched over us, like a countless myriad of angels looking down and smiling from the heavens. But the fact is, they're actually like our sun, huge balls of burning gases that are shining brightly from millions of lightyears away."
Freddie's dad, as one would imagine, tended to get carried away in his explanations of the world and all that surrounded it. Despite that though, Freddie managed to keep his attention fixed, at least for the most part. In a ragged European community as this, it turned out there wasn't anyone more suited to educating him than his dad, even it was a heavy role in the eyes of most. He came to learn the shocking truth of stars, that most of the ones he gazed upon were naught but memories, phantoms that glisten brightly in a stasis as they replay their lifespans in an endless trek across space.
Mysterious, indeed.
At one point though, the boy did fall asleep in one of his dad's winding lectures of science. Well, the boy supposed all kids would have to face lectures in the course of their lives. At least this lecturer didn't care about changing the boy's ways, even when he got into mischief once in a while. The man seemed rather accepting of the person his son was.
Yet despite that, Frederick couldn't shake the thought that his father was hiding something from him....