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Rated: G
Warning: Spoilers for DMC
Disclaimer: It’s not stealing; it’s salvaging.
Summary: Jack Sparrow departs the island of the Pelagostos people. The true story of the dog. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rennie1265. 500 words.
Thank yougeek_mama_2 for beta-ing this.
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The Coming of the Comforter
The Pelagostos people stood in the crash of the surf, like abandoned children, as their god leapt to the flanks of the great black ship that had brought Him back to them and was now as surely carrying Him away. The sun grew dark in their eyes and their voices were raised in lamentation. He was gone, and already the world seemed a colder place.
But then an unfamiliar noise sounded behind them. They turned as one body and beheld the strange creature to which their god had spoken as He had fled to the sea. It was calling to them, although they could not understand its words. Joy suffused their dejected limbs. He had not left them completely. This creature was His final gift to them.
In jubilation they ran towards it, their voices raised in renewed hope.
Like Him, it ran from them, reluctant to be embraced, afraid of their love. But it would come to them eventually, and they would lavish upon it their utmost devotion because it was His—because, even in His flight, He had not forgotten them in their loneliness. He had left them this little spot of brightness now that the divine light had departed from them.
That night, as the sparks from the fire that should have consumed the mortal prison of their own god flew empty-handed towards the dark heavens, and the thousands of eyes of the eternal gods glittered down on them, the people prayed for that lost soul. His gift sat on the throne, a leg bone gripped in its teeth, ears alert under a small crown like He had worn, hearing the chants in the stead of the god.
The old wise woman looked deep into His fire, tears running down her withered cheeks as she spoke. “He has gone from us to a terrible fate. His soul must still leave His flesh behind, pain cleaving the bonds that hold Him so tightly to earth. But now He will die alone, with none of His people surrounding Him for comfort, with no worshippers and no prayers. He will not realize the joy of living on in the blood of His people. Instead of light and warmth, He will find only cold and dark. And no song will ascend with His spirit to guide Him home. He will wander, lost in the unending night, severed from all that He loves, until such time as some great spirit will seek Him out beyond the ends of the earth and carry His soul back to His body, where He must begin again His search for freedom.”
Sorely distressed, the Pelagostos people contemplated the prophecy concerning the suffering their god must endure, but the creature of the god stepped down from the throne and leapt among them and kissed their hands and comforted them in their sorrow.
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The End
Rated: G
Warning: Spoilers for DMC
Disclaimer: It’s not stealing; it’s salvaging.
Summary: Jack Sparrow departs the island of the Pelagostos people. The true story of the dog. For
rennie1265. 500 words.Thank you
geek_mama_2 for beta-ing this.* * * * *
The Coming of the Comforter
The Pelagostos people stood in the crash of the surf, like abandoned children, as their god leapt to the flanks of the great black ship that had brought Him back to them and was now as surely carrying Him away. The sun grew dark in their eyes and their voices were raised in lamentation. He was gone, and already the world seemed a colder place.
But then an unfamiliar noise sounded behind them. They turned as one body and beheld the strange creature to which their god had spoken as He had fled to the sea. It was calling to them, although they could not understand its words. Joy suffused their dejected limbs. He had not left them completely. This creature was His final gift to them.
In jubilation they ran towards it, their voices raised in renewed hope.
Like Him, it ran from them, reluctant to be embraced, afraid of their love. But it would come to them eventually, and they would lavish upon it their utmost devotion because it was His—because, even in His flight, He had not forgotten them in their loneliness. He had left them this little spot of brightness now that the divine light had departed from them.
That night, as the sparks from the fire that should have consumed the mortal prison of their own god flew empty-handed towards the dark heavens, and the thousands of eyes of the eternal gods glittered down on them, the people prayed for that lost soul. His gift sat on the throne, a leg bone gripped in its teeth, ears alert under a small crown like He had worn, hearing the chants in the stead of the god.
The old wise woman looked deep into His fire, tears running down her withered cheeks as she spoke. “He has gone from us to a terrible fate. His soul must still leave His flesh behind, pain cleaving the bonds that hold Him so tightly to earth. But now He will die alone, with none of His people surrounding Him for comfort, with no worshippers and no prayers. He will not realize the joy of living on in the blood of His people. Instead of light and warmth, He will find only cold and dark. And no song will ascend with His spirit to guide Him home. He will wander, lost in the unending night, severed from all that He loves, until such time as some great spirit will seek Him out beyond the ends of the earth and carry His soul back to His body, where He must begin again His search for freedom.”
Sorely distressed, the Pelagostos people contemplated the prophecy concerning the suffering their god must endure, but the creature of the god stepped down from the throne and leapt among them and kissed their hands and comforted them in their sorrow.
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The End
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