Eneldo Waits

by: Akino T
Copyright FASPIII 2004
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Dreams speak, but not in words, yet you understand them, but you don’t remember them. Every night the stage is set in the baron field. Every night the haste is met with a test. "To make cohesion, do bring dark to light!" With this the curtain sways. Honestly appreciating the courage of it’s visitors, and thoroughly disappointed at the turn out of the serial witnesses. To have a story line, a lucid one, requires steps. One, then two and so forth. Most never get to one. Those who do often never remember one to experience two. But some do...

Eneldo waits. Eneldo watches. Eneldo remembers the passing times, so brief they seem, yet so remarkable when recounted. Ah, the wonders he has seen. He always felt that he was not worthy of such spectacular sights, both in waking, and in his secret place, but he knew he was not alone. In fact, he knew a name, but that was about it. Some nights he awakes screaming the name. Eneldo remembers. Eneldo watches. Eneldo waits.

In the Valley of the Wind, preparations are underway to stage tonight's brief, spellbinding (they hope!) version of "The Elements." It is a basically play, yes, but the performers have to start somewhere. Their mission is to attract a larger audience. But to do that, they have to put one and two together...to make three of course. Very rarely does one make three. But tonight, they have seen the signs that someone will see the third, and this excites the players greatly!

Eneldo thinks. Eneldo wants. Eneldo knows his purpose. He remembers long ago a mission that was charged to him as a boy. One of deepest urgency and importance. He was given a message. He was given motivation, but he was given no address. This has always haunted him. In fact, last night, in his dream, he remembers a huge wave of fire, engulfing him and his secret place. He woke up just before the flames licked his hips, but he left when he didn’t want to. He left prematurely. A bright light in his head, Eneldo finally pieced one and two together at the remembering of his message, and of the flames. Eneldo thinks he knows where he wants to go, but what about the message?

The Valley of the Wind is as superior a place as any to host "The Elements." For one Wind was the winner in the ancient war against elements here in this valley. Here, there is no fire, no water, and no dirt...just rock. (Due to the domination of wind of course) but strangely enough, on closer inspection, the rock is all covered with some sort of residue. The Valley is as deep as it is wide. The Valley is unmotivated. The Valley is holier than thou are.

Eneldo believes. Eneldo loves. Eneldo dreams like no other. HE can dream of the biggest and brightest forests, with canopies a billion miles high. HE can swim in the purest of oceans, which are of the perfect temperature. HE dreams of going to that ocean and just walking in, being perfectly conscience, and breathing just like the fishes, and sitting there, and making sure everything he believes is true. After all, it is relatively quiet underwater, and if you believe something, truly believe, and then it is true. Who is to say that YOU are wrong? Only you of course. But the water will be far away from where he will be tonight. The deep dry winds will be all that he has tonight, and wind can be very loud, but then again he’s going to need something louder than his alarm clock to wake him tonight. His love for adventure has taken him many places, but none as unfamiliar as The Valley of the Wind. Eneldo will change tonight. And as Eneldo changes, his world, his dreams, everything he loves, and believes to be true will be transformed, and intensified from meaning, desire, and purpose.