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Chapter 4, Verse 2

Give up. It is time. Time to give up.

I have said that no less than a million times while in the mortal realm. This existence really has a way of sucking the life out of life. I think that is the lesson Dionysus was trying to teach me. This was never about me saving anything. He was helping ME out by giving me a chance to really think about existence, and what is beauty. Bacchus gave me a real opportunity to appreciate how difficult it is to exist, and exactly what beauty is, and why it is so sacred. The garden needed a gardener to have a vision of beauty, to understand truly what beauty really is. Not the shallow superficial veneer of empty desire.

I got lucky as f*** for someone that rolled a 1 on a D20. Maybe my brother was the lucky one. After a few days in the hospital he recovered enough from the crushing blow of the broadsword to the head to return home. I sat with him a lot as he went through a great deal to recover. One day while we both sat there starring off in a recuperating boredom he finally said something to me.

"Do you think Dionysus or the Spirits saved me?"

My eyes opened wide and I slowly looked over to my brother. "Brother?! Is that you?!"

He locked eyes with me, sat up slowly, facing directly at me to ensure I would take what he was about to say very seriously. "Yes. I saw things. Things I cannot explain. I don't blame you for the shovel. Hey, something is wrong. When we got here I was alone for many years. You were a zombie shell. I did not even think it was you... like the you, you. You didn't speak much and never talked about anything. After so many years I had given up and was accepting that this was my new existence. But then all of the sudden, after all that time you started talking again. I was scared and confused. I had stopped feeling like a sock, I stopped seeing things like a sock. I was .... human. Then after seeing what they did to you I was even more scared. I did not want to be tortured by the doctors. I became one of them. I turned...
...I am sorry Golden. I failed you."

That was the most sincere thing he had ever said, ever. I could not say anything, let alone breathe through the lump in my throat. I chose instead to just hug him. "Sorry for the sword upside the head. I rolled a 1."

"Figures." He retorted softly. "Hey, by the way, I did not see the demon until you hit it the last time. There was nothing there until the the last moment of your swing. But I did see it. That is when I knew where I was."

"Don't ever sneak up on me when I am fighting. That is a good way to get shredded." I said it sternly but ended it with a guilty look as a wave of failing depression hit me. We both went back to sitting there silent again.

Many months passed and my brother completely recovered from his injury. Although I could tell I had inflicted some permanent damage. He complained occasionally of migraines and other pains where they had never existed before. The wear and tear of being a denizen, plus the ever twisting nature of the Darkness constantly wore us down. Being in a vulnerable state for so long, the warping and ratcheting negativity of the Darkness placed a heavy ever growing burden on him. We both turned to anything we could find for relief, as most denizens do. It seemed like every time we would start to experience some level of traction and produce small success some unknown force would work against us to dissolve any gains. Maybe this was what Bacchus talked about when he said we could not benefit from our powers.

Little did we know there WAS a specific force working against us.
The entire time...
A hidden entity following us everywhere we went.

The fox in the copse.

Description
Chapter 4, Verse 2

Give up. It is time. Time to give up.

I have said that no less than a million times while in the mortal realm. This existence really has a way of sucking the life out of life. I think that is the lesson Dionysus was trying to teach me. This was never about me saving anything. He was helping ME out by giving me a chance to really think about existence, and what is beauty. Bacchus gave me a real opportunity to appreciate how difficult it is to exist, and exactly what beauty is, and why it is so sacred. The garden needed a gardener to have a vision of beauty, to understand truly what beauty really is. Not the shallow superficial veneer of empty desire.

I got lucky as f*** for someone that rolled a 1 on a D20. Maybe my brother was the lucky one. After a few days in the hospital he recovered enough from the crushing blow of the broadsword to the head to return home. I sat with him a lot as he went through a great deal to recover. One day while we both sat there starring off in a recuperating boredom he finally said something to me.

"Do you think Dionysus or the Spirits saved me?"

My eyes opened wide and I slowly looked over to my brother. "Brother?! Is that you?!"

He locked eyes with me, sat up slowly, facing directly at me to ensure I would take what he was about to say very seriously. "Yes. I saw things. Things I cannot explain. I don't blame you for the shovel. Hey, something is wrong. When we got here I was alone for many years. You were a zombie shell. I did not even think it was you... like the you, you. You didn't speak much and never talked about anything. After so many years I had given up and was accepting that this was my new existence. But then all of the sudden, after all that time you started talking again. I was scared and confused. I had stopped feeling like a sock, I stopped seeing things like a sock. I was .... human. Then after seeing what they did to you I was even more scared. I did not want to be tortured by the doctors. I became one of them. I turned...
...I am sorry Golden. I failed you."

That was the most sincere thing he had ever said, ever. I could not say anything, let alone breathe through the lump in my throat. I chose instead to just hug him. "Sorry for the sword upside the head. I rolled a 1."

"Figures." He retorted softly. "Hey, by the way, I did not see the demon until you hit it the last time. There was nothing there until the the last moment of your swing. But I did see it. That is when I knew where I was."

"Don't ever sneak up on me when I am fighting. That is a good way to get shredded." I said it sternly but ended it with a guilty look as a wave of failing depression hit me. We both went back to sitting there silent again.

Many months passed and my brother completely recovered from his injury. Although I could tell I had inflicted some permanent damage. He complained occasionally of migraines and other pains where they had never existed before. The wear and tear of being a denizen, plus the ever twisting nature of the Darkness constantly wore us down. Being in a vulnerable state for so long, the warping and ratcheting negativity of the Darkness placed a heavy ever growing burden on him. We both turned to anything we could find for relief, as most denizens do. It seemed like every time we would start to experience some level of traction and produce small success some unknown force would work against us to dissolve any gains. Maybe this was what Bacchus talked about when he said we could not benefit from our powers.

Little did we know there WAS a specific force working against us.
The entire time...
A hidden entity following us everywhere we went.

The fox in the copse.