#369: separation of church and state

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]

If you have read past files of mine, you probably have a good idea of my religious beliefs (or lack there of). I don’t want to turn this file into any form of religious debate, but turn more to how the American government originally felt religion should be handled and how it has fallen short of its original planning.

For over two hundred years now, politicians have babbled about the concept of this separation. They follow the trend of the politicians before them in saying that the founding fathers created this separation and that it was a firm part of our system. By ranting on about there not being a national religion, they have fooled a large part of the mass into believing their lies. While the masses ate this up, they kept their own religious beliefs in the system.

The following two instances are the only places the Constitution mentions ‘religion’. As you can see, there was never a mention of the separation of church and state. The phrase we like to quote actually comes from the letter (partially quoted) after the segments from the Constitution.

Article VI Section (3)

“The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the members of the several State legislatures, and all executive and judicial officers, both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by oath or affirmation, to support this Constitution; but no religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office or public trust under the United States. [emphasis added] “

Amendment I

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

    Letter to the Danbury Baptists
    Thomas Jefferson, 1802

    "Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely
    between man and his God, that he owes account to none other for
    his faith or his worship, that the legislative powers of government
    reach actions only, and not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign
    reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that
    their legislature should "make no law respecting an establishment
    of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," thus
    building a wall of separation between church and state. Adhering to
    this expression of the supreme will of the nation in behalf of 
    the rights of conscience, I shall see with sincere satisfaction the
    progress of those sentiments which tend to restore to man all his
    natural rights, convinced he has no natural right in opposition to
    his social duties."

After consideration of the above, consider the following examples that show a clear lack of separation. Some of these may seem extremely trivial, but consider them in the bigger picture.

    * For the past few years there has been a series of 'black'
      churches that have been burnt to the ground in the south.
      Since it is happening in the south, and is directed toward
      'black' churches, it is pretty apparent that racism is a
      major factor here. After several pleas for help from black
      community leaders, the government has offered 10 million
      dollars to help rebuild the destroyed churches.

    * In Denver, Colorado, there is a street (University) that
      is typically a four lane road with heavy traffic during
      most of the day. On Sunday mornings the state allows
      parking in front of one of the churches (but not several
      others of different beliefs). This parking accommodates
      seven or eight cars to park there. During the course of
      Sunday morning mass, several hundred cars pass by forcing
      traffic to three lanes. Because of the unexpected parked
      cars, there are frequently 'close call collisions'.

    * In several military bases, there are offices and meeting
      places for chaplains and religious gatherings. In the last
      base I was at, there was a separate office for the chaplain
      and his assistant(s). Beyond that are full blown churches
      built with citizen tax dollars.

    * In almost every city or town you go through, you will
      find dozens of streets with religiously derived names.
      The last one I passed was "Baptist Street".

    * I know in recent years the court system has changed their
      procedures to satisfy everyone, but for hundreds of years
      you were forced to swear on a bible. Beyond that, you can
      still find various plaques and symbols in courts that
      contain religious references or symbols.

    * Despite past debate, there are still religious references
      on US Currency. Currency used by every American citizen,
      paid for by tax dollars.

    * Post offices around the country sell stamps with religious
      figures, references, or symbols. These are also funded by
      our tax dollars, and are continually given to anyone asking
      to purchase stamps, regardless of their religious beliefs.

    * New York City Mayor Rudolph Giuliani recently said "Mother
      Teresa does not get tickets." He agreed to grant Mother
      Teresa special dispensation after she requested ticket-free
      parking permits for her fellow nuns who have found ministering
      and parking in the city too difficult.

    * Recently, a lightning strike hit the steeple of a church here
      in Denver. Since then (over three weeks ago), they have had
      some portion of Colfax Avenue (the longest continous city street
      in America) closed. At the beginning, it was both lanes
      blocked off. Now, it is still west bound traffic. While the
      road is closed, it is impacting thousands of people a day,
      and hindering other businesses across the street.

Once again, it may sound somewhat mean spirited that I would complain about some of these things, especially the last, but as with many things, you must set a standard and live with it. This means taking the good with the bad. I find it more amazing that people I know would argue with me that there is currently a complete separation. Surely they have run into some of the above listed items. I think it is a matter of overlooking these events and dismissing them as part of daily life, while not considering part of the foundation of our government.

There is little that can be done to remedy the problem, and I am sure there are a lot of people that don’t even see this as a problem, but it does go against the Constitution. If nothing else, let this file serve as a reminder to everyone that many people out there find this sort of oversight an insult to the American Government. The Constitution says there is supposed to be a separation of church and state… but it appears this is another area society and its leaders have failed to keep the ‘faith’.

If I haven’t pursuaded you of this fact, then maybe some quotes from bigger names will help you.

    Benjamin Franklin at the Constitutional Convention June 28, 1787:

    "I have lived, Sir, a long time, and the longer I live, the more
    convincing proof I see of the truth - that God governs in the
    affairs of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without
    His notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without his aid?
    We have been assured, Sir, in the sacred writings, that 'except the
    Lord build the House, they labor in vain that build it.' I firmly
    believe this; and I also believe that without this concurring aid
    we shall succeed in this political building no better, than the
    Builders of Babel: We shall be divided by our partial local
    interests; our projects will be confounded, and we ourselves shall
    become a reproach and bye word down to future ages. And what is
    worse, mankind may hereafter from this unfortunate instance, despair
    of establishing Government by human wisdom and leave it to chance, 
    war and conquest. I therefore beg leave to move - that henceforth
    prayers imploring the audience of Heaven, and its blessings on our
    deliberations, be held in this assembly every morning before we
    proceed to business, and that one or more of the clergy of this
    city be requested to officiate in that service."

    Thomas Jefferson:

    "And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have
    removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the
    people that these liberties are of the gift of God? That they are
    not to be violated but with His wrath? Indeed I tremble for my
    country when I reflect that God is just, that His justice cannot
    sleep forever."

    Alexis de Tocqueville:

    "Religion in America ... must nevertheless be regarded as the
    foremost of the political instituions of that country ... I do not
    know whether all the Americans have a sincere faith in their
    religion, for who can search the human heart? But I am certain that
    they hold it to be indispensable to the maintenance of republican
    institutions. This position is not peculiar to a class of citizens
    or to a party, but it belongs to the whole nation, and to every rank
    of society ... Christianity, therefore, reigns without any obstacle,
    by universal consent."

    US Supreme Court - Church of the Holy Trinity vs US 1892:

    "This is a religious people. This is historically true. From the
    discovery of this continent to the present hour, there is a single
    voice making this affirmation ..... These are not individual sayings,
    declarations of private persons: they are organic utterances, they
    speak the voice of the entire people .... These, and many other
    matters which might be noticed, add a volume of unofficial
    declarations to the mass of organic utterances that this is a
    Christian nation."

    North Carolina Constitution 1876

    "No person who shall deny the being of God, or the truth of the
    Protestant religion, or the divine authority of the Old or New
    Testaments, or who shall hold religious principles incompatible
    with the freedom and safety of the State, shall be capable of
    holding any office or place of trust in the civil department
    within this State."

    John Jay - First Chief Justice US Supreme Court:

    "Providence has given to our people the choice of their rulers,
    and it is the duty as well as the privilege of our Christian
    nation to select and prefer Christians for their rulers."

    George Washington - Inaugural Speech to Congress April 30, 1789:

    "No people can be bound to acknowledge and adore the the Invisible
    Hand which conducts the affairs of men more than those of the United
    States. Every step by which they have advanced to the character of
    an independent nation seems to have been distinguished by some token
    of providential agency ... We ought to be no less persuaded that the
    propitious smiles of Heaven can never be expected on a Nation that
    disregards the eternal rules of order and right which Heaven itself
    has ordained."

    John Adams:

    "We have no government armed with power capable of contending with
    human passions unbridled by morality and religion ... Our
    constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is
    wholly inadequate to the government of any other."

    Judge Joseph Story - 19th Century Supreme Court Justice:

    "The real object of the First Ammendment was not to countenance,
    much less to advance, Mohammedanism, or Judaism, or infidelity, by
    prostrating Christianity, but to exclude all rivalry among Christian
    sects, and to prevent any national ecclesiastical establishment
    which would give to an hierarchy the exclusive patronage of the
    national government."

    "We are not to attribute this prohibition of a national religious
    establishment [in the First Ammendment] to an indifference to
    religion in general, and especially to Christianity, which none
    could hold in more reverence than the framers of the Constitution
    .... Probably, at the time of the adoption of the Constitution,
    and of the Ammendments to it ... the general, if not the universal,
    sentiment in America was, that Christianity ought to receive
    encouragement from the State."

    House Judiciary Report in 1854:

    "Chistianity must be considered as the foundation upon which the
    whole structure rests. Laws will not have not permanence or power
    without the sanction of religious sentitment, without a firm belief
    that there is a Power above us that will reward our virtues and
    punish our vices. In this age there will be no substitute for
    Christianity: that, in its general principles, is the great
    conservative element on which we must rely for the purity and
    permanence of free institutions. That was the religion of the 
    founders of the Republic, and they expected it to remain the
    religion of their descendants. There is a great and very prevalent
    error on this subject in the opinion that those who organized this
    Government did not legislate on religion."

    "The great vital and conservative element in our system is the
    belief of our people in the pure doctrines and divine truths of
    the gospel of Jesus Christ."

    Patrick Henry:

    "It cannot be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great
    nation was founded, not by religionists, but by Christians; not on
    religions, but on the gospel of Jesus Christ! For this very reason
    people of other faiths have been afforded asylums, prosperitity and
    freedom of worship here."

    Supreme Court of Pennsylvania - Updegraph vs The Commonwealth 1824:

    "No free government now exists in the world unless where Christianity
    is acknowledged and is the religion of the country ... Its foundations
    are broad and strong, and deep .... It is the purest system of
    morality, the firmest auxialry, and the only stable support of all
    human laws."

    "Christianity, general Christianity, is and always has been a part of
    the common law ... Thus this wise legislature framed this great body
    of laws, for a Christian country and Christian people ... No society
    can tolerate a willful and despiteful attempt to subvert its religion,
    no more than it would to break down it laws - a general, malicious
    and deliberate attempt to overthrow Christianity, general

    Calvin Coolidge:

    "The foundations of our society and our government rest so much on
    the teachings of the Bible that it would be difficult to support
    them if the faith in their teachings would cease to be practically
    universal in our country."

    Continental Congress - May 16, 1776:

    "The Congress ... desirous ... to have people of all ranks and
    degrees duly impressed with a solemn sense of God's superintending
    providence, and of their duty, devoutly to rely ... on His aid and
    direction ... Do earnestly recommend ... a day of humiliation,
    fasting and prayer; that we may, with united hearts, confess and
    bewail our manifold sins and transgressions, and, by a sincere
    repentance and ammendment of life ... and through the merits and
    mediation of Jesus Christ, obtain His pardon and forgiveness."

    Noah Webster:

    "When you become entitled to exercise the right of voting for public
    officers' let it be impressed upon your mind that God commands you
    to choose for rulers just men who will rule in the fear of God. The
    preservation of a republican government depends upon the faithful
    discharge of this duty; if the citizens neglect their duty and place
    unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted ...
    If a republican government fails ... it must be because the citizens
    neglect the divine commands, and elect bad men to make and administer
    the laws."

    Charles Finney - 19th Century Minister and Lawyer:

    "The Church must take right ground in regard to politics ... The time
    has come that Christians must vote for honest men, and take consistent
    ground in politics or the Lord will curse them ... God cannot sustain
    this free and blessed country, which we love and pray for, unless the
    Church will take the right ground. Politics are a part of religion, in
    such a country as this, and Christians must do their duty to their
    country as a part of their duty to God."

[Information for this file was collected over the past few years. I apologize if I have missed any credit that should have been given.]

#368: Things to Ponder

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]

Just a few humorous things to ponder over. Kinda makes you wonder who came up with some of this and why we continue with our bizarre ways. Enjoy.

  • Why isn’t “phonetic” spelled the way it sounds?
  • Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?
  • Why are there flotation devices under plane seats instead of parachutes?
  • Why are cigarettes sold in gas stations when smoking is prohibited there?
  • If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors?
  • Why do they put Braille dots on the keypad of the drive-up ATM?
  • Lisp, if you suffer, you can’t say it.
  • Dyslexic, if you suffer, you can’t spell it.
  • Why is “monosylabic”, by definition, not?
  • How many people with a speech impedement can say “impedement”?
  • Why do “fat chance” and “slim chance” mean the same thing?
  • If you can’t drink and drive, why do you need a driver’s license to buy liquor, and why do bars have parking lots?
  • Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?
  • How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?
  • If nothing ever sticks to TEFLON, how do they make TEFLON stick to the pan?
  • Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?
  • Why isn’t ‘palindrome’ spelled the same way backwards?
  • Why is it that when you transport something by car, it’s called a shipment, but when you transport something by ship, it’s called cargo?
  • You know that little indestructible black box that is used on planes, why can’t they make the whole plane out of the same substance?
  • Why is it so hard to remember how to spell ‘mnemonic’?
  • Why is it called a TV “set” when you only get one?
  • Why does your nose run and your feet smell?
  • Why does an alarm clock “go off” when it begins ringing?
  • Why does “cleave” mean both split apart and stick together?
  • Why is it, whether you sit up or sit down, the result is the same?
  • Why is it called a “building” when it is already built?
  • Why do they call them “apartments” when they are all stuck together?
  • Why is there an expiration date on SOUR cream?
  • Why does flammable and inflammable mean the same thing?
  • How can someone “draw a blank”?
  • Shouldn’t there be a shorter word for “monosyllabic”?
  • Why is the word “abbreviate” so long?
  • Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?
  • What is another word for “thesaurus”?
  • When they ship Styrofoam, what do they pack it in?
  • Why doesn’t “onomatopoeia” sound like what it is?
  • Why do ‘tug’ boats push their barges?
  • Why do we sing ‘Take me out to the ball game’, when we are already there?
  • Why are they called ‘stands’ when they’re made for sitting?
  • Why is there only ONE Monopolies Commission?
  • Why does “slow down” and “slow up” mean the same thing?
  • Why is it when two planes almost hit each other it is called a “near miss”? Shouldn’t it be called a “near hit”?
  • Why is brassiere singular and panties plural?
  • Why do light switches say on/off? When it’s on you can see it’s on, when it’s off you can’t see to read.
  • How do you know it’s an ENDLESS LOOP?
  • Why is FOOTball played by hand?
  • If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
  • Why is it that when you’re driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?
  • If you have your finger touching the rearview mirror that says — “objects in mirror are closer than they appear”, how can that be possible?
  • If you tied buttered toast to the back of a cat and dropped it from a height, what would happen?
  • If you’re in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?
  • You know how most packages say “Open here”. What is the protocol if the package says, “Open somewhere else”?
  • What’s another word for thesaurus?
  • Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?
  • If corn oil comes from corn, where does baby oil come from?

This file brought to you by the Department of Redundancy Department.

#360: Thanks

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]

There are times when it should be said, and there are times when it is assumed a person is thankful. As time passes with friends, more and more things fall under the ‘assumed’ category. However, there are times when it can’t be said enough because of specific and unique circumstances. One thing this file is not, is a beg for thanks from anyone. Take this file as my normal rants and observations. Odds are this file will overlap on some points with another I will be writing shortly.

Some people are in a better position to help their friends, while others are in a position where they are likely to need help more often than others. It often has little to do with personal actions, but more with circumstances that occur in a person’s life. Sometimes these events are controllable, while other times they aren’t. There is no way to define or categorize these people or actions.

As time passes, I find that the people I know thank each other very infrequently. Thinking more, I find that I probably don’t say it nearly enough. This is by no means a suitable ‘make up’, but this will serve as one way to let a few people know that I do appreciate what they have done for me. The good part is, most of the people who I feel I should thank read these files.

From here on out, I am going to try to make an effort to say that one word more often, and I encourage you to do the same. It takes a second of your life, and lets someone know that you DO appreciate them for whatever reason. I doubt I really need to say more at this point. As usual, just think about it.

  • Voyager/Major – For being there at any time. Helping me with whatever problems I encountered, and helping me past them. For teaching me the finer points of life as well as the finer points of computers and technology. Thank you.
  • Rage – For showing a new volume of tolerance and understanding. For going with the flow of things, being a good friend, and being the best roommate one could hope for. Thank you.
  • TP – For being a good friend, and always knowing how to look at things. When times are bad or weird, you can always point out a new way to look at things and get the right perspective on it. For continually helping me learn and explore new things. Even though I have probably given him the most over the past year, I feel that he owes me the absolute least of all the friends that I have helped. Thank you.
  • Pill/Shaedow – Even though we haven’t hung out as frequently as others, these two know exactly what friendship is. Both have been there for me several times and knowing I can rely on them is a good feeling. Thank you.
  • Mom – For everything. I am fortunate enough to say that I have a very good relationship with my parents, and consider my mom a good friend as well as a parent. She has always been there when I needed anything, and has gone out of her way to help me out with tons of little favors. As usual, I can’t thank you enough.

Once again, saying ‘thanks’ in a file like this is in no way what they deserve for their friendship and help. It is one way of making sure they know I am serious and that I mean what I say. So here it is, once more, thank you.

#355: Loving Solitude

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]

The gavel clapped against the podium a third time, and the room fell silent. Glancing around to make sure everyone was paying attention, the auctioneer motioned for the two assistants to bring out the next piece. From the left of the small stage, two ladies dressed in black carried out a covered painting. Lifting it up a little more, they deposited it on an awaiting stand, and quickly moved off back to the left.

With a final look to the audience, the auctioneer moved over and quickly removed the velvet cloth that hid the painting. As the cover dropped off, a few people shifted to get a better look as it became fully revealed but immediately moved back to their previous position, apparently in disappointment. With a reluctant sigh, the auctioneer moved back to the podium and cleared his throat.

“This piece of work was recently donated to our foundation by an anonymous donor. Nothing is known about the artist, and little is known about the history of this piece beyond a few years. Since it’s age and artist are unknown, bidding will begin at two hundred dollars.”

It took a few seconds before an elderly lady raised her hand to offer the small amount. No one really seemed interested in the piece but everyone knew that if no one bidded on it, the charity would not do as well as it had the previous year. After a few minutes, the bidding reached three hundred and forty two dollars. A small smile crept over the auctioneer’s face when the bidding slowed down, because he knew that the next piece would be much more exciting and fetch a lot more money.

“Three hundred forty. Do I hear three hundred and fifty? Going once….Going twice…”

As the gavel started it’s downward swing, a tall gentlemen who had been standing in the doorway stepped forward and spoke up.

“One thousand dollars.”

Looks of astonishment and surprise hit every face in the room as people craned their necks to see who had bid such a ridiculous amount on this piece of art. Strange looks and questioning glances spread around the room like wildfire as the man slowly approached the
front of the room. As he reached the podium he slowly turned to face the room full of people and spoke up in a deep voice.

“I can help put a more accurate price on this work and tell you the story of the painting if you wish. Believe me, after this story, you shall deem this piece priceless.”

Disbelief could be seen on each and every person’s face as he finished. Turning to the auctioneer he looked him dead in the eye before turning back to the crowd seated before him. No one spoke up to stop him so he continued.

“I shall now relate the tale of Daryth and Aryn as I promised the artist after he finished the piece. Many of you will be skeptical of my story and if so, it is your loss. Know that I tell this….as it truly happened.”

“Our story takes place in the foothills of the mountains in Eastern Kriandia in the year 1056, Year of the Crescent. At the mutual base of the two tallest peaks, a stretch of forest ran through on both sides of a cleared trail. To both sides of the trail, the forest gradually rose to cover each of the peaks and continue beyond. It was several miles from peak to peak and the valley was well over ten miles long. Just over a fortnight to the south was the town of Camishal, the largest trading center this side of the continent. The outlying town of Britania was just under a fortnight to the north, and the only other civilization in the area. Traffic between the two cities was quite heavy, especially during the later fall months, with everyone trying to get to one place or the other so they could settle in for the harsh winters that always came.

This valley between the two peaks was well known as a natural resting place amongst the beautiful trees and open forest. During the more recent years, brigands and bandits had used the place as an ambush sight for weary travelers who were not armed. Rumor had it that for years, the valley was inhabited by a guardian who protected innocent travelers and saw to the safety of the road but years ago, the protection people had relied upon disappeared. It was believed that the man died at the hands of brigands, although some people still maintained that he moved, to take residence in other parts of the land. Regardless, the roads had not been completely safe for years.”

Looking around, the man saw that everyone was becoming more and more interested in the story as he told it. Some of the patrons had leaned back to get more comfortable, and others had leaned forward in their chairs to hear the story better. Either way, he was fulfilling his promise made years ago.

“Eight miles to the north of the valley was a small community of farmers and a few merchants that had settled in a quiet grove. Although more and more people settled there until it had grown into a small town, it was still considered peaceful compared to most other cities. Protection for this town was provided by the Duke of Carolina who had built a keep to the east. Bandits and brigands kept their distance from this town because of the keep and the small army that dwelled there in his keep.

That year was the Duke’s daughter’s twenty first birthday, and a huge celebration was in preparation. Since birth, attendants and maids had taken care of the young woman, and had seen to her every need. The maiden had never left the walls of the city since she was born, due to her father’s orders. Her father had always been protective of her, but she had grown accustomed to living inside the town. Even her trips into market or other places in town were always cut short by her father’s orders and worrying about her well being. When she awoke the morning of her birthday, she quickly ran through the castle to find her father in hopes of catching him before he left for town. In the dining hall she found him and begged to talk to him before he left. When she told him that she wanted to leave the city for the day in order to explore the fields and woods near the castle, he immediately began laughing. He thought it the most foolish request, but he slowly realized that she had turned twenty one and had never left the town.

The sun shone high above head and the noise of the marketplace carried to the front gates of the castle as the massive doors swung open to reveal the maiden. To each side of her was a burly soldier armed with more weapons than a bird has feathers. It was under her father’s orders that if she decided to leave the castle, she would be under heavy protection in case something happened. Running full speed away from the gates and down toward the market place, the two guards struggled to keep up. Seemingly tireless, the young girl wandered the market for hours before heading farther into town to explore even more. Late afternoon approached and the girl hadn’t stopped for one bit, not even to eat or drink, and not a sign of fatigue crossed her face. Her two guards had long ago given up looking rigid and stolid, for the weight of the afternoon sun was almost as great as that from the weapons covering their bodies.

Needless to say, they were not surprised, or happy, when she announced her intentions of taking a walk through the woods to the south of town. Sprinting out of the town gates, the two guards jogged and tried their best to keep up with the young girl, and prayed to their gods that she would grow tired very soon. A cool breeze blew through the forest, cooling off everyone and everything after the long hot day, and the guards felt as if their prayers had been answered. As the sun slowly approached the western peak both men realized they were a good ways from the castle, and that it was getting late. And even worse, should something happen to the daughter of their liege, they would be thrown into prison if they survived their punishment.

Catching up to the energetic girl, both guards quickly spoke up and told her that they should be returning to the keep before it got too dark out. Mock cries of protest rang through the valley as she complained about how much fun she was having and how much she enjoyed being out here. A small but friendly argument ensued and it was finally agreed that they would go back after she took a brief swim in a stream they had passed a few minutes ago. Heading back to the stream she lead the two men on smiling the whole way. Once there she ordered them to head on back a little ways, that she wanted to have some privacy. Slowly removing a strap from her gown, she stopped until they had turned around and left the immediate area.

Sprinting through the woods with no shoes on, her happiness was apparent as her smile shone through the woods, almost lighting the way for her. The sun had almost completely left the woods engulfing it in darkness. What had minutes ago been beautiful trees had now turned into vile monsters intent upon catching her as she ran on. Direction meant nothing to her as she fled the guards behind her and the shadows pressing down and her only thoughts were of getting back to the keep in one piece. The brilliant smile that had adorned her face fled as fast as she did, and a pure look of terror took shape on her lovely features.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but she knew that she must have been running for a good fifteen minutes in the same direction. Despite the running the woods still looked unfamiliar to her. Stopping to catch her breath and get her bearing it took her a minute to realize that it was now almost completely dark out. The only trace of sun was a deep lavender in the skies above providing just enough light to give the trees a sinister appearance and frighten her. Adding to that fear she began to recall the stories from merchants and travelers that had passed through the woods in-between the peaks. The only other recollection was that the protector of the woods had left years ago, leaving merchants on their own, fair prey for any highwaymen that may be in the area. Trying to push those thoughts from her head, she quickly thought of pleasant stories she had heard growing up in the keep while forcing herself to smile despite the fear that had taken ahold of her.

Hours passed of walking in what appeared one direction before she sat down to rest. Blisters had formed on her feet over an hour ago and the pain from them slowly traveled up her legs and began to fatigue her. Sitting with her back to a tree she began to look around at the trees again once again trying to get her bearing. A single tree caught her attention and thinking back a little, she recalled passing the tree almost two hours ago. A small tear rolled out of her eye and continued down her cheek. With an audible sigh, she pulled her legs closer to her chest and lowered her chin to her knees in resignation. Sleep took her almost instantly.

Time had no meaning while she slept, but no matter how much time had actually passed, an eternity had passed in her dreams. Sometime later a loud snap sounded somewhere nearby. It took her a minute to realize that she was awake, and that the sound had not been in her mind like all of the others. Hesitating, she opened one eye and looked up. Although it was still night, the forest had taken on an odd glow from some light source that reflected off of a fog bank that had appeared while she slept. Opening the other eye while looking up brought her a startling surprise. She was not alone. Around her, five figures had taken position to cut off her escape. Each figure was wrapped in the fog standing about twenty feet from her and after a little closer scrutiny, each was carrying a sword. Terror gripped her and her heart began beating like a rabbit on the chase.

Without a word, all five figures moved toward her brandishing their weapons. Using the tree as support, the maiden pushed herself up with her legs and reached back to grab the tree for support. Her breathing became more labored and her eyes darted back and forth between each of the brigands approaching her. Together, they formed a small ring around her, each pointing their blade toward her. A tall gruff man stepped forward and dropped the tip of his sword toward the ground a little. She thought about screaming but her body would not obey. All she could get out was a muttered gasp.

“Well well. Look at what we got here boys! Seems the little missy got lost and wandered in our woods. ‘Guess tonight won’t be so cold after all.”

The gruff man reached out toward her breasts but seconds before touching her a faint whistle could be heard followed by a dull thump. Looking down she saw an arrow sticking through the man’s hand, apparently appearing out of no where. Screaming and holding his arm, he spun around looking for the person who had shot him. Almost as one, the four figures turned their back on the girl, totally forgetting about her, instead more concerned with their safety. She could see over the shoulder of one of her attackers and glimpsed a silhouette in the distance. The black figure was surrounded by the almost glowing fog that shrouded the rest of the forest. Dropping a bow, the silhouette advanced toward the brigands and drew two swords from sheaths at his sides.

As the brigands advanced to meet their attacker, the girl slid around the tree with intent to run away lest she be captured after they killed her temporary savior. She took one step toward her freedom and ran straight into the chest of another brigand. Grabbing her arm he led her back around the tree and held her tight as he watched the fight. The brigand let out a snarling laugh and looked at his catch.

“Looks like yer savior ain’t gonna live long. Four against one means we is gonna win. Then we gonna take you back to our camp and have some fun.”

Tears ran like a river down her face and fell to the forest floor as she realized the truth of the words. Glancing up she watched as the battle unfolded. A little over twenty feet away, the four brigands had surrounded the dark figure and began taunting him and telling him of the painful death he was about to receive. Looking closer at the group of men she now noticed that each of her attackers held longswords and each wore armor of some kind. None of the bandits seemed to be new to the swords and fighting, and it even seemed that this group was used to fighting together from the way they split up and surrounded the single foe.

Dressed in black, she could tell very little about her would-be savior except that he was tall and well built. He wore a long black cloak with blood red trim that seemed to have a mind of its own. As he moved, the cloak always seemed to stay out of the way of his moving swords, and never opened enough to reveal what was underneath. Despite being attacked from all sides, the lone figure fended off each attack moving in slow circles being careful that he never left his back to a single attacker. It was only a minute later that the brigands altered their attack routine, and began to attack faster and with more precision. With that many swords and that kind of skill, the girl knew that she was as good as dead.

Dancing back and forth, the swordplay kept on for several minutes, with no signs that anything new would happen. The figure in black almost seemed at ease as his twin blades moved around blocking each attack, and seemingly appearing somewhere else to block another a half second later. Growling in frustration, the leader of the group stepped forward intent upon killing this person in hopes of a quick battle. No sooner than he had taken a step, a loud clang resounded from his blade. The maiden gasped as she saw the brigands blade shoot upward and the tip of another sword appear on his back. Falling to his knees, the brigand dropped his longsword and held the wound with both hands as he fell backward, out of the fight.

Seeing their leader drop visibly shook the others attacking this figure. Hesitation by one of the brigands cost him his life as two long gashes appeared on his chest forming an ‘X’, spilling his life in his own hands. With a snap kick to the face, he fell backwards out of the way of the remaining three fighting. A spark of hope flickered in the girls mind as she realized it might be possible for her savior to win the fight.

As soon as the thought entered her mind, it was quickly forced out as the man holding her wrist pulled her backwards toward the tree. Turning her around, he pushed her face first against the tree and planted his knee on her back as he drew some rope from a pouch on his belt. He quickly tied her hands behind her back and then proceeded to tie her feet. Yanking her back around to face her, he growled once and slapped her across the face causing her to fall to ground. Sneering at the girl, the man then moved to join his two remaining companions.

The man in black kept in motion, blocking each attack that came toward him. With only two remaining it was harder to counter the attack since he had to turn 180 degrees each time an attack came in. Looking up from the ground, the girl saw that the brigands had began a pattern attacking her savior that would lead to him wearing down and growing tired, while they kept a safe distance and kept some of their energy. Realizing this, and seeing another foe approaching, the dark figure leaped toward the man approaching him and stabbed outward with both blades producing two lines of red on the bandits neck before he could block either blade. Without hesitation the figure jumped over the body of the fallen man and turned to face the other two brigands who had moved to resume their attack. This time, she noticed that she was right behind him, and the tree right behind her. His move had cost him though, as she looked up she could see a deep cut in the man’s left arm, and another on his right side.

Rolling backwards a little, more in fear of getting stepped on, she hoped to get a better look at the fight and possible get a glimpse of the man who had saved her. With the loss of position, the two remaining attackers lost confidence, and in doing so, quickly lost their advantage. It was a minute later before another man dropped, blood pouring out of where his eyes used to be. Cloak swirling, the figure turned to face the remaining foe and quickly end the fight. Deciding to take his chances on his own in the woods he turned to flee but instead, ended up flat on his face as he got tripped from behind. Breathing deeply he turned over and tried to scoot backwards to escape the man that had just killed the only four friends he had had.

With no expression, and no show of emotion the man in black walked over and touched the tip of one of his swords to the man’s chest. Holding it there, he mouthed something and stabbed downward ending the life of the enemy. Backing up as if in fear of the dead man before him, the savior stopped and looked down at himself. Both swords clattered in front of him as he dropped them and moved both hands to cover his two wounds. An involuntary grunt escaped him and he fell to his knees, visibly hurting. The man in black tried to stay on his knees but could not, and pitched forward into the leaves in front of him.

A faint gasp escaped the lips of the maiden as she watched the figure fall face first, and she realized that he may be dead, because of her foolish actions. She quickly untied the rope bounding her legs and pushed herself toward the fallen man, her only interest in getting to him to help if she could. It seemed like forever before she was even near him and as she drew near she could tell his he was breathing, but it was labored and he was not moving. Cursing herself, the ropes bounding her, and the brigands, she kept moving toward her fallen savior, desperate to help in any way. Finally drawing near she reached out with both hands to feel for a pulse but as her hand drew near another voice sounded out from the woods nearby.

“Do not touch him.”

From behind a tree stepped another figure dressed in similar robes and clothing. On his side were two swords as well. Moving toward her, the new man walked past her and kneeled down to examine the wounded guardian. He checked for a pulse, and then moved on to examine the wounds with his fingers. Wiping the blood on his cloak he rolled the wounded man over and spread his cloak out revealing more of the man beneath. The maiden sat nearby watching the whole thing with a mixture of confusion and concern. Drawing a sword, the new figure stepped back and sliced downward with a quick stroke severing the ropes that bound her.

“Leave us. Head north until you reach a small grove and then turn eastward. Keep moving until you cross a road. From there keep going north and you will be home. Never speak of what you saw here. It is of no concern to you.”

Frightened, the maiden stood up and backed away slowly in front of the armed man guarding his fallen comrade. Visibly shaking, she turned and fled north as instructed, not even looking back to see what was happening. Something in the man’s eyes warned her that if she had protested, she may have ended up like the men who attacked her. As she fled to the north, despite her fear of what took place, something stopped her from running on. Slowing down she placed her hand over her heart and stopped everything. Something felt terribly wrong, she had to turn back. It was beating in her heart, and the compelling thought of returning to help the person who had helped her overwhelmed her.

Slowly she crept back up and stopped behind a tree a good distance from the two figures. She crouched down and made herself as comfortable as possible trying to remain quiet, hoping to find out more about the two men. All thoughts of getting home had long since fled her mind and only the thought of learning more occupied her.

The scene in front of her startled her more than anything else. She was used to such a simple life at the keep, with no worry, and to this day she had never seen a person die, and never even imagined someone dying in such a horrible way. The new figure was moving the bodies of the brigands and arranging them in a row a little to the side of where his fallen comrade lie. Moonlight filtered through the trees above and swept over the small clearing where everyone was, and using the little light from above, she could tell that her savior was still not moving. Perhaps he was dead already, and that thought made her sick to her stomach. Looking back up she watched the man finish moving the corpses away.

The job completed, the new figure once again went to his fallen comrade and checked on him again. The pulse was weak but he had been bandaged and the bleeding had stopped. It still didn’t look good. Kneeling down the man pulled back his cloak, removed his sword belt, and placed his palm flat on the chest of the wounded swordsman. Closing his eyes he began to chant and slowly lifted his head toward the sky. A pale blue light engulfed his hand and spread outward over the chest and on to the arms, and eventually to the wounds. As the light from the healing spell faded the other man slumped down onto his knees, apparently weaker from the spell. Something made him jerk his head up though, and he reached down for his own blades.

The maiden cursed herself for making so much noise. When the spell began, she couldn’t believe what she saw and had gasped, not sure if this were dream or reality. She huddled down, hugging herself behind the tree praying to all the gods that he had not heard, but she knew he did. Footsteps sounded from the clearing and she could tell he was moving toward her. Panic took her and she debated on running away from the man but she knew she was in no condition to run and no doubt, the man would catch her.

Recalling stories she had read, and tales she had heard, she figured she should at least face any threat as brave as the knights of old, and act like a mature women, which she was. She stood up and slowly caught her breath, and with a final shudder, stepped away from the tree. No sooner had she taken one step as two blades sliced through the air, falling a hair’s width from her chest. The realization that she could and should have been dead hit her and she was a loss for words, however she didn’t need to say a thing, because the warrior in front of her did.

“What did you see?”

The tone of his voice suggested that if she lied, he would know about it, and would kill her. Taking a deep breath and summoning all the courage she could, she whispered:

“Almost everything.”

His eyes closed a little and anger flashed over his face. He held on blade to her neck and drew back the other as if to strike her down, and as he did, she closed her eyes, mouthing a prayer to her god.

Instead of the killing blow she heard a loud ring in front of her face. Opening one eye she saw the blade poised inches from her face. She noticed her savior standing beside her, his own sword stretched out, blocking the killing blow. She realized that he had saved her life again. Relief flooded over her and she took a tentative step back. For the first time she heard him speak. He was leaning against the tree with one hand on the deep cut in his side, the other shaking, but wielding his weapon.

“No Lyell. I can not let you kill her.”

His voice was so soft spoken, and so clear, she could hardly believe this had come from the same man who had minutes ago killed five men, and then almost fell to his own death.

“You know of our vow. It is our way and you are breaking it. Hell, you already broke that vow again by saving her in the first place. You must be crazy.”

“I know. I understand what I have done and that is my decision. You have been my friend for just over two hundred years, all I ask is that you support my decision.”

A look of pure confusion hit her at the talk she had just heard. Two hundred years kept flashing through her mind, and she wondered what he meant by that. Not caring about interrupting their conversation she broke in.

“What do you mean two hundred years? Who are you? Who is he? What vow are you talking about? What did he mean by killing me?”

The one called Lyell that had been ready to kill her growled at her silencing her instantly. Lyell spoke up:

“She knows too much and can’t be allowed to live. If she told anyone, you know what the consequences would be. It just can’t happen. No matter what you think of her. These foolish emotions of yours will get you killed, almost like they did tonight.”

The last comment hit him worse than any blade could have, but he stood there as if unaffected. Lowering his sword, he sheathed it and removed the hood covering most of his face. His gentle features matched his voice perfectly, and she questioned how such a person could take lives with the deadly efficiency that he had shown. That was only one of a thousand questions that flew through her mind each second that passed during their conversation.

“I understand Lyell. All I can say is thank you, and you know that I will repay you one day. Lets sit down, rest and have something to eat and talk about this. Things will work out.”

“By the gods you know I owe you my life a hundred times over, but you know how I am…..fine….lets rest and get refreshment.”

From there they walked north toward the stream she had been at earlier the previous day. The maiden followed nervously not knowing what to do, or what to say, if anything. Following them at a small distance, the past few minutes replayed in her mind and she questioned whether she was dreaming or not. Looking up she noticed that the one called Lyell was staring at her.

“You aren’t dreaming.”

That was all he said before he turned his head and continued leading them on toward the stream. Once they arrived they followed the winding water toward the west a ways, until they reached a small clearing nestling against the slow moving current. Tall grass and shrubs concealed this place well, and once closer, the princess could tell that it had been used quite frequently. The two warriors moved to separate sides of a small ring of stones, and each removed their sword belts and placed them within easy reach. Lyell began digging through a few belt pouches while her savior walked to the stream bank and knelt down.

A few feet from the water, on his knees, he straightened up and clasped his hands in front of him. The maiden slowly stepped to the side and down toward the water to see what he was doing. From the side she could see his hands were not clasped, but rather one fist was pushed into the curved palm of the other. His eyes were closed and the gentle wind blew back his long brown hair. Moonlight cascaded off the water and presented the stream bank with a beautiful pale radiance.

Not wishing to disturb the man, she moved back toward the ring of stones hesitantly. It was obvious that the man called Lyell did not care for her, and wished her dead, but she got the feeling that now they were back here, nothing would happen until they had talked about everything.

Reaching the ring of stones she kneeled down and spread her cold hands over the fire that he had built. After warming her hands a little, she took some cheese and bread offered by the warrior. Lyell then sat down and crossed his legs and looked at her. Taking the hint, she sat back and made herself as comfortable as she could on the rocky beach.

“Since we are here, and we have time, I will tell you more about us, so that your curiosity will not consume you. Know that what you hear now has never been told to another mortal and never will be again if it can be helped.”

Lyell finished off his piece of bread and washed it down with a small sip of some liquid he produced from a wineskin. Leaning back on his elbows he began:

“You know of the legend of the guardian of this forest and the protector of the valley no doubt. Most people know about it, but don’t know the whole story. Hmmph. Most people hardly know the tiniest bit of it. If you think back to the few stories told about the guardian you may realize that he has been around for as long as you remember. Yes, he. It is not a monster like some believe. That guardian is the man who saved your life. Daryth is the name he goes by now and he has been protecting this valley for just over two hundred and thirty two years. I am Lyell as you now know.

I know you have a hard time believing that, as you should, but I speak the truth. When you look at him you see a human about twenty five years old. Don’t let that deceive you. The cloaks we wear are magical, and change our appearance to whatever we need. If we wish to be shadows in the night, then that is what you would see. Nothing more. Anyway, he is the first guardian to keep the form he has always known. That is what he looked like when he lived a normal, mortal, life. That is truly him.

Yes. We are both immortal by your standards. He is three hundred and eighty two years old right now. When he was mortal, he committed crimes that led to this punishment. When the town he lived in was overrun with clerics of evil, he did not convert to the new false religion like everyone else. He kept his faith and fought against the evil clerics despite what his goddess told him to do. He was to leave the town, and seek a new home, and to forget what had happened, but he couldn’t live with himself knowing innocent people were being subjected to false and evil gods. Staying, he fought them every way he knew how. His goddess left him and when he was finally captured, he was sacrificed to the new gods of the town.

As the knife plummeted through his heart, he only remembers a bright flash of light, a second or two of what he calls a trial, and next thing he knew, he had been changed. He woke up in this spot with clothes, two swords, and the cloak next to him. The only thing he remembers is that he was to serve as protector of this valley for two hundred years. After that, he could lead his own life and do whatever he pleased, as long as he didn’t come into contact with other people.

I understand that is a little confusing, let me try to explain better. Two hundred years of protecting the travelers and innocent people was a punishment by the gods, but he didn’t see it that way. He loved every day of it, and took his job more seriously than any other guardian in history. The true punishment lie in not being able to see anyone afterwards, including other guardians. Once the last day of the two hundred years guarding the valley passed, he was free as long as he didn’t make contact with anyone, and if he did, he sentenced himself to another one hundred years of guarding the valley, and solitude.

You see us together tonight, but that is rare. We may only see each other if one of us is hurt, and needs help. By morning I must be gone or we both suffer the consequences. So for the past seven years, he had been fulfilling his vow and staying away from people. He had done that perfectly until this afternoon when he saw you. As soon as you entered the forest he had taken up the responsibility of guarding you. He won’t tell me why he did it, but I can see it in his eyes. Your beauty has taken ahold of his heart and seemingly won’t let go. I do know that he has risked many a trip into town, disguised as a peasant so that he may see you and make sure you are safe. It seems that his love for you is deeper than you could imagine. Take that to heart though, for he has never loved before. Not as a mortal, or as an immortal. I am his only friend right now and that is why we look after each other.

Part of our vow, like all guardians is this: No one can learn of us, what we do, and who we are. If it happens they must die or never tell another soul. Since you live a plush life back in town, and speak with too many people, I say you must die. That is how things must be in my eyes. He sees it differently though, and brought you back to this place to talk.”

She sat back in stunned silence, absorbing everything. Several minutes passed before she could even look up and look into the eyes of Lyell. She almost wished this could be all some cruel joke, or that she would wake up from a bad dream safe in her room, but that didn’t happen. Looking over to Daryth, she couldn’t believe that he had followed her through town on so many days, and couldn’t believe that her beauty had captured him like this other man said, it just wasn’t possible!

“I don’t know why, but I believe you. It’s just so hard to accept all that. To think that he did all that for me, and risked his own life for me is so crazy. I don’t exactly have a lot of people that care for me, and especially not like that.”

She took more time to let all of it sink in, and Lyell cleaned up the area and added wood to the fire in front of them. It had been almost an hour since they had reached the clearing, and the night was about to fade into the morning hours. Daryth still sat at the stream bank, apparently praying or meditating, and he hadn’t moved.

“What is he doing? He’s been there for an hour.”

“That is how we can sense danger. I guard a stretch of woods on the other side of the peak and have taken the night off to make sure he is not wounded too bad. Each of us has our own way, but we sit and meditate and pray to our deities in a special place to us. While we do it, we know of any possible danger within twenty or so miles of us and that is how we can react and make sure nothing bad happens. He will be done in a minute though, and I will begin the sequence while he rests for a little, else he would not get any sleep and that would not be good considering the night he has had.”

The warrior and the maiden sat there for a few more minutes before Daryth dropped his hands and stood up. After standing, he immediately stretched his arms and legs and turned to face the others. Walking up to the fire he belted on his swords and sat down on his knees before getting a small snack of his own. After he ate, he nodded once to Lyell and then turned to face the maiden.

“I hope Lyell explained everything to you. I understand if it is hard to accept, and if you have any questions, please ask.”

“I do have one. What is to become of me? By what he said, I know too much and he wants me dead.”

“That will not happen. Trust me. It is hard to explain but let me try. Since I first saw you from a distance something about you reached out and took ahold of me. That first day in town I followed you from a distance, doing my best to get a good look at you, and wishing more so that I could talk to you. But I couldn’t, so I kept watch that night over your room. I sat on top of a building and made sure you slept as sound as possible. I prayed to Mielikki that you be well rested and protected from any danger. That night, I realized that you were the first person to do that to me. Never had I cared so much about a single person as that day I saw you. It was that day that I broke my one hundred year long vow of never loving another person.

For days after that I followed you in town, watched you while you slept, made sure no one bad got near you. I risked everything to be near you when you slept. One night I went as far as to go into your room, and sit in a corner to watch you.

I have prayed long and wished that you could someday meet me, and I wished even more that maybe, by some miracle you could talk to me. You are different Aryn. I can sense it in you from miles away, and now that you sit near me, it beats in my heart so loud. I know that you are different, much more than the people that surround you. Something in my heart tells me that one day you will become much more than you are now.”

He sat looking into the fire, not sure what to say next. Confusion had taken his heart and for the first time in his life, he was unsure what to do. The chaos played itself out in his mind, and finally released him so he could continue.

“I know that you will want to go back to your life at court, and I will let you go. All I can do is hope and pray that you will keep what you know to yourself. I don’t know if Lyell told you, but if you tell another person, we both suffer for breaking our vow. I have faith in you, and my life is in your hands whether you know it or not. Know that when you leave this morning you carry the lives of two guardians, protectors of the woods and nature.

Also know, that I have complete faith in you. I trust you. And…I love you.”

Daryth dropped his head and looked back into the fire, not wanting to watch her face as she laughed inwardly at him. He knew that she would not believe him, and he had already accepted it. Not wanting to hear the answer that was to come, he stood up and turned to leave. He could not bear to hear the word ‘no’ ring the small grove so he left.

Half rising, Aryn extended her hand to stop him, but he had already moved to the edge of the clearing. By the time she stood up, he was gone, and only the gentle breeze was left to follow.


Sunlight filtered through the balcony door, and displayed itself over the bed in the center of the room. The sound of people carried up and acted as a morning alarm to the sleeping figure. Aryn awoke with a start and sat up in the bed, unaware of where she was. Putting her hands to her head she tried to remember what had happened, and what had been a dream.

Unsure of what was real, and what lay in the land of dreams, she stretched before standing up. Without a noise, she moved to her nightstand to gaze into the mirror and brush her beautiful hair. Setting the brush down she noticed a single pendant in the middle that she had never seen before. On the end of a long silver chain, two crossed blades were fastened, a symbolic reminder of her night before.


The hooded figure kept walking. He had been walking since the night before when he left his only friend, and the only person he had ever loved. He scolded himself for walking away, not sure of her response, but something in the back of his mind, and something deep in his heart told him that she would not understand, and would not accept him. It was almost an hour before noon, and he knew what was to come. He could not prepare for it so he didn’t try, he simply walked his pattern until the time came.

Minutes before the sun shone directly overhead, he walked into his clearing by the river. He kneeled down in front of the stream, and eased back a little, ready for what was to happen. The last thing he remembered was a figure approaching from the other side of the river.

Centuries passed, or so it seemed, before Daryth awoke, and as he opened his eyes he regretted it instantly. The sun above him bore down onto him and blinded him quickly. He quickly raised a hand to shield his eyes and adjust to the light from above. As he did, he could feel the presence of someone nearby. He lay back down and closed his eyes before he spoke.

“Hello Lyell. Sorry to bring you back like this, but it is always good to see you.”

“And you my friend. Do you remember any of it?”

“A little here and there. The trial commenced, and my record reviewed. The judge sentenced me to another hundred years. But there was something else. I can’t quite place it. Oh well. And you?”

“Nothing. Yes, I was surprised too. I take it they realized I had no choice this time, and that in my case it could not be helped. I am sorry for you my friend, and I am not.”

“I know. I enjoy the solitude, and love my punishment. Anyway, I am all right. Thank you again for showing, but it is time we went our separate ways once again. Hopefully it won’t be a full one hundred years, but I shouldn’t think otherwise.”

“I am afraid so.”

“I remember. My faith is once again well placed. Our goddess has returned, and she will look out for us. Mielikki is back.”

Daryth sat up fully and stood before his friend.

“Mielikki granted me this one day to do as I please.. I may do as I wish.”

The smile on his face showed his happiness, and Lyell could tell that his friend was in bliss. Lyell stood up and buckled his sword belt and prepared to journey back to his own territory. As he passed, Daryth reached out and clasped Lyell’s hand.

“Wait. I need one last favor old friend.”



Spiraling down the stairs, Aryn felt better than she had ever felt before. She could recall most of last night and remembered enough to make her realize how lucky she had been. The bizarre events still flooded her mind, and she thought fondly of her savior, and what he had sacrificed to help her.

As she entered the dining hall, her father was more than shocked to see her walk through. Jumping up, he rushed to her and buried her in a hug so big as to almost smother her. She hugged back, and they stood there for a minute letting him absorb that she was safe and unharmed.

“What happened? Are you alright? What…”

She cut him off and sat him down in a chair close by.

“Father! I am alright. I will tell you what happened. During my walk I strayed off a trail and got lost in the woods. I wondered around for hours before it got dark, and finally gave up and rested in a small grove. I remember falling asleep and the next thing I woke up here in the castle. That is all I remember.”

They talked more for part of the morning and she assured him that everything was fine and decided to go to the market place to buy some new clothes. A better part of the afternoon had passed before she returned home.

With a loud bang the oak door to her room hit the wall and she entered. Setting down her new clothes she removed a few other necklaces, careful to leave her new one on and went to the balcony door. Throwing it open she startled herself as she walked out and almost hit something.

As her eyes adjusted to the setting sunlight, she focused on a painting set up on a hand carved stand. Below the picture was a carved plaque that said “Daryth and Aryn” and below that “Sothi Nuinqua Tsalarioth”. Slowly her mouth dropped down, as the beauty and clarity took ahold of her. She stood there an hour looking at it, studying every detail before the sun set and she had to move it inside. It was the most valuable thing she had ever been given and she wished she could see Daryth again to tell him one thing.


“And that is the story of Daryth and Aryn. Take it for what you will and know that this piece means a lot more to two people of the past.”

The gentleman stepped back and leaned against the stage where the auctioneer was and let his story sink in. So caught up in the story many people finally blinked and leaned back, unaware they were sitting on the edge of their seats. A short heavyset man stood up and walked out of the room, obviously disbelieving the story. He was the only one to leave the room though.

“What became of Daryth and Aryn?”

The auctioneer had voiced what was going thought everyone’s mind and a near silent murmur rippled across the room.

“That, is a different story.”

The man pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to the auctioneer and walked toward the back of the room. A stunned look was all that registered on his face as he took the item and watched the storyteller leave. Once the door had closed he looked down at the card and turned it over. It said:

Lyell Razdyn
Ranger of Mielikki

This story inspired by the painting titled “The Diamond Warrior” by Michael Parks. The story further inspired by a good friend.

#346: Two Plus Two

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]


Just a few words that seem to be lost or burried in today’s society. Take the time to read them and THINK about what they mean. Do any of these seem familiar to you? After reading these definitions, take time to read a few select quotes about various aspects of life. With these two steps, put 2 and 2 together and see what you get out of the file.


comrade (n) 1a. an intimate friend or associate

courage (n) 1. mental or moral strength to venture, perservere, and
withstand danger, fear, or difficulty.

duty (n) 2a. obligatory tasks, conduct, service, or functions
that arise from one’s position (as in life or in a group)
3a. a moral or legal obligation

esteem 3. the regard in which one is held

ethic (n) 1. the discipline dealing with what is good and bad and
with moral duty and obligation

fidelity (n) 1a. the quality or state of being faithful

friend (n) 1a. one attached to another by affection or esteem
1b. one that is of the same nation, party, or group

honesty (n) 2a. fairness and straightforwardness of conduct
2b. adherence to the facts

honor (n) 1. good name or public esteem
4. one whose worth brings respect or fame
8a. a keen sense of ethical conduct
8b. one’s word given as a guarantee of performance

integrity (n) 2. firm adherence to a code of esp. moral or artistic values

loyal (adj) 1. unswerving in allegiance
1b. faithful to a private person to whom fidelity is due

moral (adj) 1a. of or relating to principles of right and wrong
1d. sanctioned by or operative on one’s conscience or
ethical judgment
1e. capable of right and wrong action

noble (adj) 1a. possessing outstanding qualities
5. possessing, characterized by, or arising from
superiority of mind or character or of ideals or morals

obligation (n) 1a. something (as a formal contract, a promise, or the
demands of conscience or custom) that obligates one
to a course of action

respect (n) 3a. high or special regard : ESTEEM

righteous (adj) 1a. acting in accord with divine or moral law
2b. arising from an outraged sense of justice or morality

virtue (n) 1a. conformity to a standard of right
1b. a particular moral excellence

On friendship…

“Friends are born, not made.” – Henry Brooks Adams

“My sone, keep wel thy tongue, and keep thy freend.” – The Manciple’s Tale

“A friend is long sought, hardly found, and with difficulty kept.” – St. Jerome

“My friend, judge not me, Thou seest I judge not thee. Betwixt the stirrup and the ground Mercy I asked, and mercy found.” – William Camden

“Why should good words ne’er be said Of a friend till he is dead?” – Daniel Webster Hoyt

“What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.” – Aristotle

On courage…

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. you are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horro. I can take the next thing that comes along’ … You must do the thing you think you cannot do.” – Anna Eleanor Roosevelt

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.” – Anais Nin

“Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.” – Amelia Earhart Putnam

“Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absense of fear.” – Samuel Longhorne Clemens

“The courage we desire and prize is not the courage to die decently, but to live manfully.” – Thomas Carlyle

On duty…

“The path of duty lies in what is near, and man seeks for it in what is remote.” – Mencius

“The business of the samurai consists in reflecting on his own station in life, in discharging loyal service to his master if he has one, in deepening his fidelity in assoications with friends, and, with due consideration of his own position, in devoting himself to duty above all.” – Yamaga Soku (The Way of the Samurai)

“When I’m not thanked at all, I’m thanked enough; I’ve done my duty, and I’ve done no more.” – Henry Fielding

“A sense of duty pursues us ever. It is omnipresent, like the Deity. If we take to ourselves the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, duty performed or duty violated is still with us, for our happiness or our misery. If we say the darkness
shall cover us, in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us.” – Daniel Webster

“Not once or twice in our rough island story the path of duty was the way to glory.” – Lord Tennyson

“I have another duty equally sacred.. My duty to myself.” – Henrik Ibsen

On esteem…

“So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.” – Francois Rabelais

On honor…

“Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.” – Homer

“Truly, to tell lies is not honorable; But when the truth entails tremendous ruin, To speak dishonorably is pardonable.” – Sophocles

“What is left when honor is lost?” – Publilius Syrus

“Count it the greatest sin to prefer life to honor, and for the sake of living to lose what makes life worth having.” – Decimus Junius Juvenalis

“All is lost save honor.” – Francis I

“My honor is dearer to me than my life.” – Miguel de Cervantes

“Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.” – William Shakespeare

“As he was valiant, I honor him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.” – William Shakespeare

“And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.” – Thomas Jefferson

“To die with honor when one can no longer live with honor.” – John Luther Long

On integrity…

“In silence man can most readily preserve his integrity.” – Meister Eckhart

“If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-night useless, since their chief purpose is to make us bear with patience the injustice of our fellows.” – Moliere (Jean Baptiste Poquelin)

On moral…

“True eloquence takes no heed of eloquence, true morality takes no heed of morality.” – Blaise Pascal

“Truth is the secret of eloquence and of virtue, the basis of moral authority; it is the highest summit of art and of life.” – Henri-Frederic Amiel

“If ignorance and passion are the foes of popular morality, it must be confessed that moral indifference is the malady of the cultivated classes.” – Henri-Frederic Amiel

“What is beautiful is moral, that is all there is to it.” – Gustave Flaubert

“‘Tut, tut, child,’ said the Duchess. ‘Everything’s got a moral if only you can find it.'” – Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)

“The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to the other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.” – Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain)

“The difference between a moral man and a man of honor is that the latter regrets a discreditable act, even when it has worked and he has not been caught.” – Henry Louis Mencken

“He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.” – Kahlil Gibran

On nobility…

“For kindness begets kindness evermore, but he from whose mind fades the memory of benefits, noble is he no more.” – Sophocles

“Nobly to live, or else nobly to die, befits proud birth.” – Sophocles

“Nobility is the one and only virtue.” – Decimus Junius Juvenalis (Juvenal)

“They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.” – Sir Philip Sidney

“True nobility is exempt from fear.” – William Shakespeare

“A noble person attracts noble people, and knows how to hold on to them.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“For words divide and rend; But silence is most noble till the end.” – Algernon Charles Swinburne

“Every one of these hundreds of millions of human beings is in some form seeking happiness… Not one is altogether noble nor altogether trustworthy nor altogether consistent; and not one is altogether vile.. Not a single one but has at some time wept.” – Herbert George Wells

On respect…

“There is no other way of guarding oneself against flattery than by letting men understand that they will not offend you by speaking the truth; but when everyone can tell you the truth, you lose their respect.” – Niccolo Machiavelli

“We confide in our strength, without boasting of it; we respect that of others, without fearing it.” – Thomas Jefferson

On righteousness…

“The humblest citizen of all the land, when clad in the armor of a righteous cause, is stronger than all the hosts of Error.” – William Jennings Bryan

“The company of just and righteous men is better than wealth and a rich estate.” – Euripides

On virtue…

“Virtue is not left to stand alone. He who practices it will have neighbors.” – Confucius

“Friendship with a manis friendship with his virtue, and does not admit of assumptions of superiority.” – Mencius

“There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.” – William Shakespeare

“Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.” – William Shakespeare

“Virtue is harder to be got than knowledge of the world; and, if lost in a young man, is seldom recovered.” – John Locke

“The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Final thoughts…

As I write this file, I can’t help but wonder to myself if anyone will get the point. I find myself doubting that people will actually read through and consider the definitions and quotes. I have been sitting here for over ten hours researching quotes that I feel help reflect my point. But that just leads me to wonder what my point is. I mean, I know what my point is, but I don’t think I can adequately reflect it through my own words. Furthermore, I know that it is possible to get a double meaning out of some of these quotes. So I am trusting you to make the right choice in trying to decipher my meaning.

I think the best bet is for you the reader to think about things yourself. Draw your own conclusions based on the text above. After all, your own thoughts are the most powerful message I can deliver.