This is not mine, but I came across it and enjoyed it SO much! This person started writing a story about Journey and what they have so far is so wonderful! It’s like a bedtime story! Lol! I haven’t checked yet again to see if they added more but I really really hope they do. Click the link and read it. I couldn’t stop reading :) I plan on writing a story myself. Finding time is the only thing keeping me. I already have an outline in my head and I’m going to post each chapter here as soon as I can. Anyhoo enjoy! :D
This is really just an extended poem, but it was suggested to me by the beautifully wonderful Aquari of the tgc forums that I post it here, so here I am! I hope you all enjoy reading my rendition of Journey, THE EXPERIENCE :D
I am the Journeyman,
The blossom blooming,
Deep within you,
In your soul’s heart.
It is the End,
The Beginning is the End,
And the End is the Beginning,
Trust in the Path.
These are the things tears are made of,
The nightmares of mothers,
Guardians of the dead,
They alight at the passing of the living.
Sand, sand, sand.
Every grain of sand a magickal thing,
The perfect drops of light home to you and all around you,
Down to the smallest of grains.
The First Lesson of many,
Frivolity made tangible.
They are babies born upon the wind,
Connecting only with songs.
Your voice is a glowing thing,
Filling and lighting the hearts of others,
Nature’s sweetest of calls,
Bearing the Goddess’ greatest of gifts.
A creature of immense power,
With a loving gaze,
And knowing eyes,
Watches over you.
The Broken Bridge
A land of broken toys,
The forgotten remains of a selfish child,
Fixed by a fellow forgotten soul,
Oh how fun they still can be.
The Pink Desert
An alien land,
A home you never knew,
Even the colors of the world,
Turn on their heads.
Angels of the desert,
Clothed in the skins of mortal things,
Innocently playing innocent,
Yet leading you with siren calls.
Rescuing what is trapped,
The bellies of beasts torn open,
The victims of past crimes rise again,
Calling their joys into the sky.
Dashing down, down, down,
Leaping through the air,
Before plummeting back to the earth,
Faster, faster, faster!
The sun bleeds crimson across the sand,
A phantom city the backdrop,
Dancing your way through day’s death.
Silence pervades the air,
Footfalls echo wrongly,
Like gunshots in paradise,
The night will swallow you whole.
Life of the desert,
The flow of the shadows,
Creatures who need not breathe,
A sea with no water.
Horrid beasts that dwell in the dark corners of your mind,
Within the shadows of past societies,
That corner of your vision where you most fear to look,
Fear the light where no light shines.
The green light,
Once peaceful friend now turned foe,
That searing red,
The ripping fabric of your bygone peace.
Sins of the Fathers.
This land of sand,
The bleeding heart of your people,
Calls for love,
And hates in turn.
The shock is gone,
The creatures defeated,
Light triumphs all,
And turns back the tides of doubt.
The White-Gold Tower.
Songs resound all around,
The heart fills with memories relived,
Dancing tapestries within the streams of time,
The true form of the beast lies within.
An ancient mother of all stands watch,
The Journey played out for a wide-eyed child,
The future grimly uncertain,
Oh Mother, the child cannot stop now!
Up the Mountain.
The winds rage against you,
Ice begins to seep into your soul,
Vultures in demon form dance overhead,
Waiting for those who would dare fail now.
The child begs in his heart,
Don’t let it end,
Not this way,
It is done,
Ice, Wind, Demons,
And finally defeat,
Did your heart falter?
The divines take pity on their children,
The ones who do not give up hope,
Just take one step further.
True Paradise Awaits.
The soul soars where the body cannot follow,
And the dance of a thousand joys begins,
Flight and fancy meet,
Where Heaven and mortality collide.
The beacon of hope,
What it really is,
Only the child knows.
All things must come to an end,
Unless you are on an endless Journey.
It is the End,
The Beginning is the End,
And the End is the Beginning,
Trust in that Path.
This is the next installment of my Journey fanfic. Please click on the title of this post to go to it. I have posted it on my deviantArt account, but if you want to leave a comment but don’t have an account there, feel free to leave one here if you’re one of my followers or send me one through the ask button.
Characters: An experienced whitecloak; a much less experienced whitecloak
Warnings: Glitch world
Notes: Third of the treats I wrote for Yuletide 2012, on Archive of Our Own. For my dear Clover, based on one fo the most fascinating prompts — the glitch world experience!
AO3 link, for prompt and notes: here!
Fate strums a delicate chord with you. A flowing, dancing, slippery song played on a lute, like a wilting flower. Slender, beautiful, colorful, and somewhat macabre
Haunting, elegant, red as blood that flows within and white as the ghost of a people’s past, your footsteps soft, but their imprints deep
Sing to me from depths within, with lyrics found upon my tomb
a song of what the world’s forgot, the things of little consequence
the things that strive like you and I to affirm our right to consciousness, the blessing and the curse to be so easily swept aside and buried deep within this earth
worries buried by the whipping wind
left behind for others to find,
a grave standing atop a hill of
rose-colored sand marks the start of the path,
the flags of forebears streaming red under the sun
a mountain looms in the distance
the summit scraping at the stars
and as the journey begins,
the long trek across scorching earth
you were born for this
Five Journey fics and one ficlet turned up at the Yuletide exchange for small fandoms! Spreadin’ some love here ♥
The little ones give back by Anonymous for Cephalopod
It’s the same immutable story played out a thousand times before, both in the past and the present. But everything’s original to someone once, and their ending has not yet been written.
The passing of time brings the path to the gathered by Anonymous for l3f4y
The call is gravity. The call is deep understanding. The call is flight and joy. A circular journey.
With You By My Side by Anonymous for Moonsheen
A traveller makes his first journey, and finds someone to share it with.
Rebirth by Anonymous for tanrien (tahanrien)
Two red cloaks travel together to the mountain. When one is reborn without her friend, will she ever find him again?
The wind is harsh and unforgiving by Anonymous for laughingpineapple (treat for meeee it’s wonderful please love it ♥)
The ancestors can’t be there all along the way, but they make sure to always watch.
Alternate Universe by Anonymous for shledzguohn
You are not one of us – you are so much more.
I wrote a short (< 600 words) fic. It’s terrible and it’s the very first thing I wrote in English, so expect mistakes here and there. I originally wanted to tell a cute story from my… 12th journey, I think, but it turned out different. Anyway, enjoy? XD Spoilers for Journey endgame.
(Sorry guys! Spanish only :(… )
Disclaimer: Journey no es mío.
Advertencias: Spoilers del juego.
Beta: Yin Riench