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This is my first fan-fic so bear with me. This is a Non-Naruto story and falls under adventure/mystery/romance genres So eventually it will be a bunch of stuff mixed together.
It is night. In a town painted by snow sits a man lost in plain sight. He sits on a stool in the corner of a bar. His body is slumped over with his chin balanced on the wooden table in front of him. He wears a long black pea coat dotted with snow; under which is a white long sleeve button up shirt covered by a dark brown wool vest. He dons brown khakis dress pants with black dress shoes.
Bosan: One Barron Ulthein, Caucasian. 27 years old, 6 ft tall, and 190 lbs. Medium length black hair and a slight bit of facial hair. Nothing interesting in the least.
Olvaz: It’s his eyes.
Bosan: His eyes?
Olvaz: Yes his eyes! Just be quiet and watch.
Bosan: After 558 years you still can’t find anything better to do than watch humans. Even in the afterlife far away from the earth you still can’t leave people alone. Tell me my friend do you yearn to walk among them again? Our time ended a long time ago. Surely you must know that.
Olvaz: Aren't you even a little bit curious about the man with god’s sight?
Bosan: That fable again, geez. I’d rather watch the snow melt from all the cobblestone roads or classify all the buildings in that city than listen to that again. All of those are made from brick, the bar is made of wood, and the church is made of marble. Interestingly the buildings in my tim-
Olvaz: Silence that deafening tongue of yours!! The waitress is coming.
As a waitress approaches Barron slowly sits up from his slumped position. The waitress arrives at Barron’s table.
Waitress: Welcome to the Snow Top! Would you like some stew or perhaps drink to warm your spirits.
Barron responds in a monotone voice.
Barron: Give me a bottle of Karla Gin.
Waitress: A bottle is a bit much don’t you think. You do realize that Karla is chemically altered alcohol, right? In essence it’s 400 proof.
Barron: I’ll take 1 bottle.
Waitress: Suit yourself.
The waitress brings Barron his gin and a small shot glass. Barron opens the bottle. The aroma from the bottle seeps into the nose and throats of the people nearby. People begin to gag and sniffle from the overwhelming sensation. Barron unaffected looks on with the same monotone expression he’s worn all day. He takes the bottle in his hand and drinks directly from it.
Bosan: Well, well if nothing else he seems to be a little different. Why are you so keen on observing him?
Olvaz: I told you it’s his eyes. Look at his eyes!
Bosan: Let’s see, his eyes appear to be silver. It’s not a color I've seen before, but what’s so special about it? Anyone could use contact lenses to accomplish that.
Olvaz: It’s not just that. I've been observing this human for close to a year now. He goes to that bar every night after work. He orders the same drink with the same dull expression and sits in the same dull corner every time. Do you know why?
Bosan: Look, there is nothing remotely interesting about this guy! His papers are right here if you don’t believe me. He gives math lectures at the only university in town. How is this guy more interesting than the afterlife?!
Olvaz: His eyes are not just silver. If you look closely you can see that a dark shade of blue is mixed in as well. I never knew a color could be so sad and beautiful at the same time.
Bosan: You’re not making any sense. I’m leaving so have fun stalking people on earth.
Olvaz: Bosan, this man has gods sight!
Bosan: What makes you so sure? Nobody even believes in that story anyway. I don’t even recall it myself.
Olvaz: You never were one for history; both in life and in death. I’ll make this as short as possible and stick to the pertinent details so pay attention.
Religion has been on the earth since the beginning of human civilization. Beliefs were established before people could speak or write. This as if to say belief in a god is instinctual. In any religion hierarchies are quickly established. In most religions on earth these days those people carry many titles such as bishops and priests. The hierarchy of religion during the first civilization consisted of more prophets than anything.
One prophet in particular garnered an enormous following. In time all of civilization begin to follow this prophet. 5 years later the entire civilization almost ceased to exist. Nobody knows the details save god, but in those 5 years that prophet’s practices drove human civilization to the brink of extinction. For the first time since the beginning of creation god appeared on earth and god appeared in front of the prophet.
God then passed judgment on the prophet or so the legend goes. He made the prophet aware of all human feelings on earth for the rest of his life. In other words he spent the rest of his life feeling what every other human felt at the same time. This is what is known as god’s sight. All of these feelings at once were too much for one person to handle and the prophet went insane. Eventually he secluded himself from the rest of society. Shortly after this he committed suicide. Before his encounter with god the prophet impregnated 3 women. Due to his seclusion from society the prophet never saw the birth of his children.
It is said that god’s sight also passed onto his children and everyone in their future bloodline. Unfortunately no blood line can be traced back to the prophet.
Bosan: So I take it you think he’s a direct descendant then?
Olvaz: Without knowing how much of that story is true, it’s hard to say. There is something that can’t be refuted though. That human has the same distinct silver eyes and monotone expressions described in the legend.
Bosan: It still sounds like a myth to me, but if it is true then I feel sorry for that human. God’s sight is cruel torture.
Olvaz: I wouldn't be so sure. For one, this human so aptly named Barron seems to be sane contrary to the legend. I also have my doubts about god’s intention for the prophet. Omnificent all-knowing beings have no need to make themselves known. So why then? The legend also states that god’s sight was a judgment passed onto the prophet, but can god’s sight really be considered a judgment?
From watching Barron I have formed my own theory about god’s sight. I think that people with god’s sight lose their ability to feel their own emotions. They become lost in the sea of everyone else’s emotions. That is to say Barron can’t act on his own emotions because he can’t find them. Thus Barron’s emotional state represents the balance of emotions in the world. I suspect that the silver color in his eyes are representative of the world being in a “neutral” emotional state.
This explains his everyday actions. He is dull in everything he does and he never gets angry or sad. I imagine that everything in his life from his job to his house is purely circumstance. It can’t be anything else desire is born from emotion. The only thing that isn’t circumstantial is his drinking. Does he drink because he is instinctively trying to draw out his own feelings, or is it for another reason? Either way I doubt a drink exists that is strong enough to draw out his emotions, but the biggest mystery of that hue of dark blue mixed into his eye. What does it represent? Is it sadness and if so, is it his sadness or the worlds?
Now come on, you can’t tell me you’re not a little interested.
To Be Continued...
I'll talk about and describe Olvaz and Bosan in the next chapter.
Chapter 1
If someone asked you to express the world, what face would you make?
Would you smile or would you frown? Sear in anger or in your tears drown?
Writhe in pain or in joy remain? Cower in fear or in courage persevere?
Show me the face that this world makes.
Would you smile or would you frown? Sear in anger or in your tears drown?
Writhe in pain or in joy remain? Cower in fear or in courage persevere?
Show me the face that this world makes.
Bosan: One Barron Ulthein, Caucasian. 27 years old, 6 ft tall, and 190 lbs. Medium length black hair and a slight bit of facial hair. Nothing interesting in the least.
Olvaz: It’s his eyes.
Bosan: His eyes?
Olvaz: Yes his eyes! Just be quiet and watch.
Bosan: After 558 years you still can’t find anything better to do than watch humans. Even in the afterlife far away from the earth you still can’t leave people alone. Tell me my friend do you yearn to walk among them again? Our time ended a long time ago. Surely you must know that.
Olvaz: Aren't you even a little bit curious about the man with god’s sight?
Bosan: That fable again, geez. I’d rather watch the snow melt from all the cobblestone roads or classify all the buildings in that city than listen to that again. All of those are made from brick, the bar is made of wood, and the church is made of marble. Interestingly the buildings in my tim-
Olvaz: Silence that deafening tongue of yours!! The waitress is coming.
As a waitress approaches Barron slowly sits up from his slumped position. The waitress arrives at Barron’s table.
Waitress: Welcome to the Snow Top! Would you like some stew or perhaps drink to warm your spirits.
Barron responds in a monotone voice.
Barron: Give me a bottle of Karla Gin.
Waitress: A bottle is a bit much don’t you think. You do realize that Karla is chemically altered alcohol, right? In essence it’s 400 proof.
Barron: I’ll take 1 bottle.
Waitress: Suit yourself.
The waitress brings Barron his gin and a small shot glass. Barron opens the bottle. The aroma from the bottle seeps into the nose and throats of the people nearby. People begin to gag and sniffle from the overwhelming sensation. Barron unaffected looks on with the same monotone expression he’s worn all day. He takes the bottle in his hand and drinks directly from it.
Bosan: Well, well if nothing else he seems to be a little different. Why are you so keen on observing him?
Olvaz: I told you it’s his eyes. Look at his eyes!
Bosan: Let’s see, his eyes appear to be silver. It’s not a color I've seen before, but what’s so special about it? Anyone could use contact lenses to accomplish that.
Olvaz: It’s not just that. I've been observing this human for close to a year now. He goes to that bar every night after work. He orders the same drink with the same dull expression and sits in the same dull corner every time. Do you know why?
Bosan: Look, there is nothing remotely interesting about this guy! His papers are right here if you don’t believe me. He gives math lectures at the only university in town. How is this guy more interesting than the afterlife?!
Olvaz: His eyes are not just silver. If you look closely you can see that a dark shade of blue is mixed in as well. I never knew a color could be so sad and beautiful at the same time.
Bosan: You’re not making any sense. I’m leaving so have fun stalking people on earth.
Olvaz: Bosan, this man has gods sight!
Bosan: What makes you so sure? Nobody even believes in that story anyway. I don’t even recall it myself.
Olvaz: You never were one for history; both in life and in death. I’ll make this as short as possible and stick to the pertinent details so pay attention.
Religion has been on the earth since the beginning of human civilization. Beliefs were established before people could speak or write. This as if to say belief in a god is instinctual. In any religion hierarchies are quickly established. In most religions on earth these days those people carry many titles such as bishops and priests. The hierarchy of religion during the first civilization consisted of more prophets than anything.
One prophet in particular garnered an enormous following. In time all of civilization begin to follow this prophet. 5 years later the entire civilization almost ceased to exist. Nobody knows the details save god, but in those 5 years that prophet’s practices drove human civilization to the brink of extinction. For the first time since the beginning of creation god appeared on earth and god appeared in front of the prophet.
God then passed judgment on the prophet or so the legend goes. He made the prophet aware of all human feelings on earth for the rest of his life. In other words he spent the rest of his life feeling what every other human felt at the same time. This is what is known as god’s sight. All of these feelings at once were too much for one person to handle and the prophet went insane. Eventually he secluded himself from the rest of society. Shortly after this he committed suicide. Before his encounter with god the prophet impregnated 3 women. Due to his seclusion from society the prophet never saw the birth of his children.
It is said that god’s sight also passed onto his children and everyone in their future bloodline. Unfortunately no blood line can be traced back to the prophet.
Bosan: So I take it you think he’s a direct descendant then?
Olvaz: Without knowing how much of that story is true, it’s hard to say. There is something that can’t be refuted though. That human has the same distinct silver eyes and monotone expressions described in the legend.
Bosan: It still sounds like a myth to me, but if it is true then I feel sorry for that human. God’s sight is cruel torture.
Olvaz: I wouldn't be so sure. For one, this human so aptly named Barron seems to be sane contrary to the legend. I also have my doubts about god’s intention for the prophet. Omnificent all-knowing beings have no need to make themselves known. So why then? The legend also states that god’s sight was a judgment passed onto the prophet, but can god’s sight really be considered a judgment?
From watching Barron I have formed my own theory about god’s sight. I think that people with god’s sight lose their ability to feel their own emotions. They become lost in the sea of everyone else’s emotions. That is to say Barron can’t act on his own emotions because he can’t find them. Thus Barron’s emotional state represents the balance of emotions in the world. I suspect that the silver color in his eyes are representative of the world being in a “neutral” emotional state.
This explains his everyday actions. He is dull in everything he does and he never gets angry or sad. I imagine that everything in his life from his job to his house is purely circumstance. It can’t be anything else desire is born from emotion. The only thing that isn’t circumstantial is his drinking. Does he drink because he is instinctively trying to draw out his own feelings, or is it for another reason? Either way I doubt a drink exists that is strong enough to draw out his emotions, but the biggest mystery of that hue of dark blue mixed into his eye. What does it represent? Is it sadness and if so, is it his sadness or the worlds?
Now come on, you can’t tell me you’re not a little interested.
To Be Continued...
I'll talk about and describe Olvaz and Bosan in the next chapter.
