so his thoughts turned agin to the fier mountian

kal-amaraths thoughts to his destined destination

and clinging to it came the thought of

independence

how better to be "His Own Person"

than to go away so

now he aproches aenosh and nytra talking

a debate he enters

aenosh speeks thus

"yes we must sacrafice to create, but it is only for a time so

we must not grow acustomed to it

we must not grow good at it"

and nytra replies swooping under and catching his words with hers

"thease are dreames of the future

thease are wishs for the past

now the last order from the Highest

is to work, trade, chose, destroy and sacrafice

we must grow good at it

Good has comanded it"

aneosh has only to say

"you forgot hope

we are also to hope"

every word is to kal-amarath

a wound and a crutch to his independence

the seven enter their home

there after eating talking laughing and the like

they sit togeather huddled 'round

to listen to father tell

of the time in which only the two parents had lived

when all had been thought

when mater had matered no more than you let it

when all shared one goal

to praise obey seek and know Him

all done without obstruction

without pain

but the youngest glances to his sister and speeks up

"but what of now"

and so father told of how life would be in the new world

"life from death, glory from toil, nothing without sacrifice"

sacrafice

one word then stuck in the mind of the dark one

the way he thought is sacrafice

but he had started down the bent path

he was not looking for the way

the slow obedient paitent way that went

through

hardship bordom and strife to life

he saught the way that went

out

out in one fell swoop

he could not wait for the promised

death that would restore all

instead he thought for some

lesser diferent other

sooner quicker

sacrifice

"nytra has returned"

oran cries and there is bustle in the lighted home

first mother then father emerge to see her break the forests edge

then they see one who has been gone longer

kal-amarath follows shyly behind his sister

as if he was a wild animal

caught tamed and now brought back for show

they run to great him

agin first mother with cries of his name

then father some steps behind

the same name on his lips

a little quieter, a little lower

but no less loving

then his siblings join

they ask him all the questions agin

he is their son

their little brother

and only aenosh sees somthing amis

only he suspects the independance

the "I am I"

the causles rebal berowing into

the mind heart of kal-amarath

the demon being stiered constantly by "son" and "little brother"

nytra has seen it but sees it least

soon it meets the oath of the fier mountian

they grow strong together

in the heart and will

there beneath the thought

of kal-amarath

that night as nytra hunted the forets

that held the little house where the fate of our world was shaped

she saw kal-amarath first of them

bending and somtime breaking his way through the trees

she surprised him

knowing the woodways well

"hello little brother mine"

he turns and sees her there

his idol in a way

"hello nytra"

a smile in his face and voice

she asks "where have you been all this time"

"mother and father are anxious you know"

she is more mischivious than the others

a trait that will do her diservice in what is to come

"thinking"

many thoughts indead for he has been gone long

"your just like aenosh"

and till that moment it had been true

"no I am Myself!!"

he bellows it as if by another voice and will

and it is another

the spirts of the first doomed ones

and the spirt of the first doomed one

it is in a manner their voices that now set in the forest a dread echo

the birds take to flight

other creatures flee

and some draw slowly near

they are the embodide reflections of the last moments before

vilgotheen of diferent young stages

now congragate to the cry "I am myself"

the light fades and the trees bend sinister

kal-amarath slides slowly farther into himself

but all this was broken by nytra's natural reaction

to the words "I am myself"

she says laughing at-in the quickly darknig wood

"you'r my little brother whatever else you may be"

these are not the words of the nytra he dreams he knows

who is within him

but of the person

who is standing unconcernedly in front of him

he comes out

of the inward spiraling shell that would slay him

if only to see

her

the vilgotheen slugs creepers bat-hawks

retreat

the otheres return

soon four rabits are slain

and two

what shall we call them

bring thease to the home

where the fate of our world will be shaped

that night as as his brother aenosh colected dry dead wood

not wishing to destroy (but what was already lost)

and his other brother oran toiled to light it with fier stone and rock

kal-amarath came into their camp

as his sister mythara brought water for the night's meal

and his other sister nytra hunted nearby for some rabbits or squerils

to kill that they may eat

for she understood beter than any of them the new ways of

killing to live  destryoing to create

as all his family prepared for the night meal

as they all planed how they would use the next day

kal-amarath planed how he would use them to achive his goal

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why did kal-amarath wish to reach the fier mountian

why on that green hill did he chose that aim

few can say

perhaps it was the drive for novelty

for the new the diferent

which he could not satisfy those many lonly nights and days

in the hills alone

what 'ere it was though

let this record show

that when he made that fateful pledge

that one who haunts the dreams of the bravest of us

was farther from evil than we could ever hope to be

tis a strange truth

but one must recored all one knows