Picnic of the Yin, the Yang and the Yen
By Magnius of the Chaos
In a battlefield, the war raged on, and both male and
female lay on the ground, dead, dying or pretending to be dead in order to keep
themselves from dying. The stench of death was thick in the air, and those
still able to stand could only watch their comrades in arms fall, bloody, to
the ground. In such a battle, the dead were better off; at least they were free
from the mayhem.
---
Fortunately, Sabin Duvert was not in the middle of such a horrible and
distasteful (not to mention dirty) place; he was on a picnic in a lush green
meadow with his wife Samantha, about to enjoy a nice cup of Earl Grey tea.
Sighing in pleasure, Sabin took
a sip of tea and looked around. It was quiet and peaceful, and the greenery
around him did much to lift his spirits. Although he was more of an adventure
person, he did enjoy a bit of silence now and then. Especially
when he was with Samantha. Frankly, he wondered if anything in life
could be better.
Smiling, he put down his cup and held his wife’s hand.
Life was beautiful.
---
Screaming, more innocents fell
prey to the gaping jaws of war, and the living shed tears of regret. Regret at
not having fought harder to save them, regret at not having been strong enough.
Limbs flew in the air, parted form their original bodies, and those unable to
contain their bodily functions vomited, letting loose the disgust of all that they
had seen and endured. At that moment, a shadow fell over all, and everything
was deathly silent. A warrior stepped forward, determined to end the war.
---
Sitting on top of a mat, Sabin
looked lovingly at Samantha, who, under the gentle caress of the sun, had
fallen asleep. He reached out to stroke her hair, and lifted her head so that
his legs could provide a pillow for her.
---
The warrior stepped forward, his hands gripping his
weapon, the one tool that could put an end to everything. He would have to risk
everything. But he regretted nothing. If he could stop the bloodshed, then his
life meant nothing. Roaring in rage, the warrior ran towards the reason for all
the deaths of his race.
---
Sabin, bored, began to fiddle with Samantha’s hair. Normally, he
would never have done such a thing, but as he had nothing else to do, that was
the only option. Tying and untying her hair, designing it in strange patterns,
pulling it (slightly, to keep her from waking up)… He was soon absorbed in a
valiant battle against time, as he wanted to finish styling Samantha’s hair
before she woke up.
---
The warrior roared, racing towards the reason for all the
doom, gloom and gore. He would save his race. He would stop the war. He would
restore peace and hope. He would end the sadness and pain. He would-
---
Sabin felt an itch on his arm, and looked at it, annoyed. Noticing
something running up his arm, he flicked it away. He watched as it flew up in
the air before landing in a pool of water, then turned
to shake Samantha awake. It was nearing evening, and he did not want to miss
the special on the Discovery Channel.
---
All stared in silence, awestruck, as their hero fell
headfirst into the water and drowned. They fell to their knees, weeping in
despair. The gods had abandoned them. Their last ray of hope had been severed.
It was at that moment it happened. What could only be called a miracle. As abruptly as it had come, it left, leaving all
speechless. For a moment, none spoke, then in the
next, they erupted in cheers of joy and laughter. They were free.
---
Sabin, after listening to a long lecture from Samantha on the matter
of playing around with her hair, started the long drive home, his head ringing.
Although the anju in his head muttered something
about Samantha, death, fear, nightmares and such, he pushed them out of his
thoughts as he focused on the driving wheel. It would be a long drive home.
---
A shrine was created for the valiant warrior who had
fought so hard to save his people. Legends began to grow on how he had
sacrificed his life to drive away the giants that had invaded their land. The
lake in which he had drowned was renamed the
*Like all my other entries, so special symbolism or all
that. I'm not good with that. XD Still, it's a basic story, proofread through
to check for mistakes, although there still might be some buggers who escaped
my sight. Grammatical errors are known for doing that. And don't ask me what
the title is supposed to mean. I don't know myself. XD