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| ....As soon as she entered, the lights came on automatically, there were several small displays in this room. She also heard soft music playing in the background. She noticed that all of the displays in this room had a very personal feel to them. They consisted of two items each, from various time frames in history. As she turned to look, a piece in the center of the room caught her eye. On a tall marble pedestal, under a glass case, with lights delicately lighting it was that chakram Mel spoke of. It was balanced ever so delicately on its edge and was rotating very slowly and running through it as if suspended on air was a fine quill. The quill gently turned over in place as if pushed on a burst of air. Janice examined them wondering how in the devil this was being accomplished. As she walked around the case she noticed a plaque: So this is who I am, And this is all I know, And I must choose to live, For all that I can give, The spark that makes the power grow And I will stand for my dream if I can, Symbol of my faith in who I am, But you are my only, And I must follow on the road that lies ahead, And I won’t let my heart control my head, But you are my only We don’t say goodbye, We don’t say goodbye, And I know what I’ve got to be Immortality I make my journey through eternity I keep the memory of you and me inside Fulfil your destiny, Is there within the child, My storm will never end, My fate is on the wind The king of hearts, the jokers wild, But we don’t say goodbye We don’t say goodbye I’ll make them all remember me ‘Cos I have found a dream that must come true, Every ounce of me must see it through, But you are my only I’m sorry I don’t have a role for love to play Hand over my heart I’ll find my way I will make them give to me Immortality There is a vision and a fire in me I keep the memory of you and me, inside We don’t say goodbye We don’t say goodbye With all my love for you And what else we may do We don’t say, goodbye Janice noticed as she read that the music that played behind her was actually the words on this plaque. She cocked her head to listen to the beautiful arrangement as she reread the words. The song played on a loop and she simply had to wait for it. She felt the lump in her throat as she stood there reading these words written with so much love and tenderness. She looked back at the chakram and the quill. "It’s called The Eternal Dance." Mel said softly as not to startle Janice. He was still dressed in his running clothes and was soaked from his exercise of the morning. Janice looked up a little embarrassed, "I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry…" "Hey I told you to look around, I meant it. There aren’t any rooms off limits to you here." "How did you do this?" Janice pointed to the display. "Would you believe it’s enchanted?" "My guess would be that there’s a story?" Mel nodded and came into the room. "You see the warrior and the bard fell in love with each other. They settled down and even had a family, but the Gods interfered and they cursed the warrior. As the years passed the warrior watched as the beautiful little bard grew older, while the warrior’s reflection never changed." He moved a little further into the room and closer to the display as he continued, but he didn’t make eye contact with Janice. "Then one spring morning some sixty years after they met, the warrior watched as the bard simply slipped away." He paused, Janice could see him fighting to control his emotions. "She…ah…died surrounded by her children and her grandchildren with her ageless warrior at her side. Before she slipped away she started to say it, but the warrior wouldn’t let her." He stopped and drew another deep breath before continuing. " The warrior’s final promise to the bard was to find an answer to the curse that would keep them apart. After the bard passed away Aphrodite came to the warrior and asked for the chakram and the quill. She enchanted them just as you see them there." He pointed briefly, looking up for just a second before dropping his head again. "Aphrodite said it was a gift of remembrance because the day the bard died, true love died with her." Janice wanted to say something, anything. She could tell this was hard for Mel, but she remained quiet and allowed him to continue. Mel moved a little closer to Janice, but still just out of reach. "Aphrodite told the warrior she couldn’t undo what had been done by other Gods. But as long as the warrior kept the faith and the love for the bard and kept the chakram and the quill safe, she would try to make sure that the bard would be guided back to the warrior, lifetime after lifetime. It was the best the Goddess could do and it was more than the warrior could hope for." Mel looked up, there were tears in his eyes. "So it’s been that way as you see it now for more than fifty of the bard’s lifetimes. Some have been long and happy, some cut dreadfully short, but the warrior never lost faith that she would be returned and never stopped loving her…" he paused and added quietly. "Never stops looking for her…" Tears slipped down Mel's cheeks and he wiped them away quickly. "That’s beautiful." "The truth usually is." he finally stepped forward and rested his hands on Janice's shoulders. "Janice I told you this can be whatever you want, but promise me that if you leave you won’t say it. If you do…" Janice placed her index finger over Mel’s lips. "I promise I won’t say it. I would never rob you of what you believe.".... |
| * Chakram - Circular weapon used like a frisbee that returns like boomerang * Bard - A writer and story teller * Aphrodite - Goddess of Love |
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| Disclaimer: This is an excert from a great story...the names have been changed...juss cause. I'm not stealing it or claiming it as my own....i juss liked this part of the story. I thought is showed how much the two characters loved eachother, and their commitment to eachother. |
| The Eternal Dance |
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