Post by sybyl on Sept 17, 2016 10:40:35 GMT
A month ago...
I see your point, Garth. Still, I don't know if this is the right move. I don't belong in this world, not anymore. I have no business here, the closing of BFW was a crystal clear wake-up call.
I know it now.
This is not how I am supposed to make thrive of my talents.
I let the spotlights blind me, I allowed the siren song of fame and glory lure me into this rotten circus. I convinced myself that I was acting in the name of Truth, that this was the only way I had to bring some justice in this world.
I WAS WRONG.
This was probably the fastest and easiest way, but I should have known better: easy never comes for free.
Amd I'm not sure if I am still willing to pay the price. If I still have that fire butning inside me.
Amd I'm not sure if I am still willing to pay the price. If I still have that fire butning inside me.
The huge bald man in front of Sybyl just stares at the young man standing in front of him, in the middle of the intersection of two country roads. A couple of weeks have passed since last time, Sybyl's hair is growing longer, making the scar on the back of his head barely visible.
Let me tell you a story...
The body language of the man simply known as Garth doesn't leave any shade of a doubt. He has heard enough stories for tonight. Nonetheless, Sybyl doesn't leave him room for a reply.
At the turn of the 18th century, a mass of humanity escaping from the violence of the Haitian Revolution reached these lands, bringing their slaves and their beliefs alongside with them.
Hoodoo and Voodoo mostly.
Now, I'm not going to bore you by telling the differnces between these two religions
A sigh of relief from Garth interrupts Sybyl's speech for a brief moment.
But on one thing they broadly agreed.
Crossroads, just like this one, are magical places where the spiritual and physical worlds meet on the same plane of existance.
Or maybe it's nothing but a metaphore of life, we found ourselves at some fork on a daily basis, unsure which path to take, afraid of the consequences, feeling inadequated to face the challenge that lies in front of us. Alone, just when an advice, a helping hand is needed the most, so desperate to leave this moment of struggle behind our back that we are keen to accept any help we can find, no matter where it comes from, no matter the cost.
He sits right in the middle of the crossroad, looking up at a perplexed and concerned Garth. With slow movements, he pulls out a small bag from his pocket and places it on the dirt.
I'm pretty sure you already are familiar with the belief according to which, by visiting a crossroad at midnaight and performing the ritual correctly, one is able to summon the Devil, and make a deal with him.
Sure the price is expensive, the only currency he's interested in are souls. The results, on the other hand, are one hundred percent guaranteed: you always get what you asked for.
So what do you say Garth, should we ask for the help of the King Of Hell?
After pulling out the ritual knife he always carries on his chest, he proceed to cut the lace that keeps the small bag closed with it. With the usual slow movements, he starts looking for something inside Garth takes a small step in his direction, but Sybyl quickly stops him with the gesture of his hand.
Don't worry, I am not going to call out the Devil.
I don't think he will be interested in making a deal to help me spreading the Truth in first instance.
It will mean for him helping out the “other team” don't you agree?
Plus, the westernization of African culture and traditions completely twisted the meaning of the crossroads ritual. Papa Legba, the Voodoo Loa responsible for guarding the getaway between the two worlds, can be considered a fair trader, if you keep up your end of the bargain
Finally he seems to have found what he was looking for. His mask, the only missing piece of his attire.
We are so different my good friend. And maybe that's the reason why we can get along like this. The way you see things, from a completely different point of view, has become a needful moment of confrontation for me. You are able to instill a hint of a doubt right there where I had none. Take, for example, your talking about vengeance towards Mikael, the man who ordered the brutal assault at the end of my last match by the hands of his lackey, never sank in me.
It was never an option, but I must admit, it tickled my curiosity, so I looked up at this place which, contrary to what the name suggests, isn't particularly amusing.
And do you know what I saw, Garth?
Sybyl twirls the mask in his hands, staring at the piece of cloth very closely.
I saw Mickael, keep pretending he's something he isn't, spreading his deceptions and, for some odd reasons, making proselytes.
I saw Jack Colter walking on a dangerous path, on the verge of losing himself.
Once again.
And I saw many other interesting people, I made research on their past, and I realized one thing.
That place is desperately begging for Truth.
That place needs me.
That place needs Sybyl.
Finally he covers the lower part of his face, getting back up to his feet and putting a satisfied smile on Garth's face.. He puts his hand on the big man's shoulder, pointing his index towards a huge poster advertising Paw's special event, Bad Moon Rising scheduled for tonight.
This is the reason why we are here in Purity tonight, my friend. There's a Bad Moon Rising indeed, but it's only a matter of time before a new dawn of hope arises and banishes the darkness.
The two man start walking the country road. On the horizon, the big ferris wheel and the lights of the amusement park leave no doubts on what their destination is.