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Author: Viko
Date:Sep 30 2002

In the times, when the world was young all was void. The nature abhorred this,
and filled it with life and meaning. Even then the void remained. It  part of
us, even today, so many ages after the birth of Life. It torments us and makes
us suspicious about everything, that has somekind of meaning to us. We ask
questions about why and what for, and why just like that, because we all know
deep in side, that all is meaningless, and all has sprung up from the cold
void. This tale tells about a young hobbit and his emptiness.   Vikothor and
Saarana had been going out for a couple of weeks. They had laughed and felt
together. Many nights they had sat on the porch and watched the nightsky for
hours and hours, just holding their hands together and being satisfied with
life. Saarana had told Vikothor that she loved him deeply and wanted to marry
him some day. Vikothor didn't dislike the idea and thought that maybe Saarana
could be the woman for him. Maybe this was the One. He was so happy.    They
went out for a couple of walks and held hands. At these times they began
kissing . They both LOVED it and they went on doing it for hours somedays. The
feeling and idea were just so exciting and wonderful! The tongues touching
each other and the liquids mixing... mmm. Their love was fiery and seemed
neverending.    One night Vikothor started a conversation about matters of
faith. He himself was a adventurous bard and didn't really believe in
anything, but didn't really dismiss the idea that there could be gods. He had
witnessed many miracless indeed, but nothing that could ABSOLUTELY convince
him about gods. Well, Saarana on the otherhand was a most fervent follower of
Tarmalen. She had been raised in a most religious family and her faith was
like a mountain. Vikothor said that maybe it could be possible that there
could be no gods to Saarana, and that made her very angry. This man really
questions my whole life, how does he DARE! She thought. She became very cold
and blamed Vikothor to be weak of mind and uncapable to believe in anything!
Vikothor was broken. He hadn't meant anything offensive, he just thought bring
out a new view to Saarana.    After this incident their relationship grew
colder. There was a bit of tension in the air, every time they met and kissed.
Vikothor was sad. How could this happen? All his dreams of living happily
everafter with the girl he loved were gone, or so he felt. He thought that
there was only one being, or beings, to blame for this. The God! Tarmalen, the
one all called good and noble, caring and kind. He began asking questions
about the true meaning of Tarmalen, in his mind. Why people even worshipped
that kind of being, that brought limitations to their lives and broke down
relationships? He was infuriated by the thought of thousands and thousands of
people, that casted their faith in that foul and twisted being, who puts
peoples in his leash, and claims that they are good like that! Vikothor saw
the god meaningless and touched the void within for the first time.    The
days that followed were full of empty hate, Vikothor was full of his hate,
that he didn't even understand it anymore. Nothing mattered except his hate.
He walked the lands, full of the void. His words were meaningless and his
songs were cold, and people who listened to them, shivered from cold in the
middle of a hot sunny day. One evening Vikothor went to Saarana's home. There
he and Saarana sat on the bed, just like they always did. Saarana was quite
cheerful at that time, he babled on about things that he had done that day and
told Vikothor all about her friends new diet. Vikothor listened, but Saarana's
words meant nothing for him. "I catched a butterfly today", Saarana said.
Silence, was all Vikothor heard. Vikothor didn't even care about the silence.
Even the hate in him had revealed that it had flown from an empty source. If
the God was meaningless, how could his hate matter? It didn't. After a while
Vikothor opened his mouth and croaked words, words that spoke of differences
and a void between him and her. Saarana listened. She understood. She began to
cry. Vikothor spoke about the values of Saarana's life and he told every
meaningless bit that what he thought about Saarana's god. Then he smiled. He
caressed Saarana's hairs, and it didn't matter. There was no emotion, and even
if there was, it didn't matter. Love and caring didn't exist in Vikothor. Void
had taken over. Saarana shudder and recoiled from Vikothor's touch. She felt
the coldness of those hands. "If it doesn't matter, you can as well not do it!
Please, do not do it! It doesn't mean anything, it doesn't have any meaning,
if you don't have any emotions!" she cried out. Vikothor obeied and smiled.
This didn't matter a bit to him. Saarana weeped a moment on his bed and then
yelled at Vikothor, that he should leave his house immediantly. Vikothor rose
from the bed and walked out. The night was chilling and Vikothor had no warm
clothes on. He blinked and his thoughts were full of chaos. Nothing made sense
anymore. Nothing had any meaning anym ore.    He walked off, to the nearest
mountain and whispered something, that he didn't hear. There he stood for a
moment. The nightsky shone beatifully. The stars gleamed and casted their
light on Vikothor's face. All this... Nothing. Vikothor looked down from the
cliff and saw only darkness. Empty space and the Void. Then he dived in...


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