Beginning of the stories…

I sat for a time by the memorial. It was peaceful, in it’s way. Strange though, that stories so fresh could be hidden in the fog of that pub. Willow, Rosette, even Phil. I should be able to know them, and yet I am hindered.

The stories bubble up through the stones of the City, like water from a deep well. I cannot help but drink. It is what I was called here to do.  When I first came to D’ni, I was wrapped in fear, overwhelmed by things my heart could see, things my soul could hear, but my eyes and my ears denied.

I ran in frightened circles, confused. Slowly, gradually, I came to understand. Stories *want* to be heard. Songs want to be sung.

Today, someone new came to the city, overwhelmed. And so I told him of the D’ni. The words came, as natural as falling rain, and yet as inexplicably sweeping as the blue beam that spins about the Cavern.

Someone came asking for “the storyteller”, and more words came to my lips, and came out to the waiting ears.

I am the Storyteller.  Walk softly on the stones of D’ni, for the stones hear, and the stones remember, and the stories are told.

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2 thoughts on “Beginning of the stories…

  1. Lanark says:

    I remember my first day in the deep place.

    I thought I had died. At the time I believed that death was the only place left for me to hide, the last refuge for me to seek. But I was brought here, brought lower so that I may become higher.

    I understand that now.

    At first I didn’t understand though. I was lost.

    Even more than I was above and I might easily have been pulled away by another current but for one person. She spoke with a quiet understanding of where I was. Her words tied me to this place and held me fast.

    And here I remain.
    For the most part I eschew the company of others, the chattering crowd wandering the streets of my sanctuary as if tourists. But I heard words of “the storyteller” and I remembered her, the one who had gently explained a new world to a man made little more than a child. Somehow I was not surprised at finding them to be one and the same person.

    I wish to thank you Echo McKenzie with your words you bound me to D’ni and saved me from drowning.

  2. Echo McKenzie says:

    D’ni holds many things, for many people. For you, I think, it brings an awareness of Self you had not known before.

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