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The door slowly creaked open...

 

...and no one was there. But look closer - the light of a brilliant fall morning danced joyously through the portal, spraying the dreary room with her soft warm energies. On a breeze that still fluttered with the end of summer she turned, twisted, cavorted into the room, joyously freeing the hidden corners and deep shadows of their lingering emotions and burden of darkness. All was light, all was free, all was infused with a golden glow...

 

"Hold it! Hoooold it!" shouted Zool. Hearing the door creak open, he had raised a jaundiced eye hoping to wallow further in his weeniness, only to be shocked at seeing the golden joyous light flooding the room. Jellously guarding his meloncholy, his snap decision was that steps had to be taken!

 

"None of that now! This is a serious weenie RP, full of meloncholy and, and, and weenieness, and stuff. Sweetness and light just ain't gonna cut it. Take the golden glow OUTSIDE and let us suffer in peace!"

 

Sazure, the distant cousin of Saturn, bastard child of Gaea and Uranus, and the father of the light of fall, who was in a bad mood lately as the wailing of the dying summer and the impatient keening of the coming winter were constantly burning his ears, overheard Zool's angry shouting at his daughter's entry. This was unfortunate, as nothing healed his ears like the sounds of welcome usually caused by her presence.

 

Zool's reprimand was the last straw. In a towering rage he came down in a thundercloud. The sky grew dark, and the light grew weak and cowered in the doorframe, fearing for her father's arrival. A crack of thunder and blinding flash of lightning through the open door announced his arrival and delivered a good soaking rain to advertise his presence.

 

"Who is it that speaks to my fair daughter so!?" he angrily demanded to know, brandishing his blue handled hammer. He was a fearsome visage, 3 meters tall, covered in animal skins, with a sack of preserved food on his back, and his long wild mane of black and gray hair tied back with a wisteria garland. He also had a nice speaking voice, deep and clear.

 

Zool, in a fit of impudence he would usually be able to control in the bald face of such danger, stood fast. "You will NOT impose your healling light and golden glow on me!" he stated defiantly.

 

"SILENCE!" roared Sazure, smashing a fair sized hole in the ceilling with his hammer.

 

Zool was unmoved, replying stubbornly, "You will NOT impose your silence on me."

 

Sazure roared again, and in an instantaneously deft move launched his blue handled hammer. The hammer was a manifestation of the very motivating energy of the universe, and was thus unstoppable. The hammer had come to Sazure as the symbol of an obscure and minor role he had as a minor deity, but as with all things godly, was none the less not without consequence. As Eros is the love that softens the heart, so the power of the blue handled hammer is the love that softens the head.

 

Speaking of which, the hammer beaned Zool right in the head - with godly force.

 

* * * * *

 

Zool came to looking up at a ring of faces looking down at him. Sazure was gone. The storm was gone. He did not get up, but lay in a daze.

 

"Is'e alright?" asked someone.

 

Then Zool noticed something for the first time, something that felt good, over by the door... "Oooh, what a pretty light," he cooed, and then was silent, merely laying limply with an insipid grin on his face, his eyes drinking in the dancing sunbeams.

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