Temple in the Meadow

[Veiva]

Temple in the Meadow

 

 

 

A wind blew through a green meadow, filled with white marble statues of angels and demons. Some of them were in an eternal dance for as long as they were left alone in meadow. Snowy roses blossomed at the feet of the angels, hugging the angelsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ feet with their dewy touch. Bloody roses crawled on the demons, scaring them with their vile thorns. The grass moved gracefully as the wind came along. Dew stuck to the green grassÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ surface, appearing as tiny orbs of rainbows as the light of the sun hit them.

 

 

 

The breeze soon came upon a temple made entirely of marble columns and a marble floor. Priests adorned with gold and silver ornaments spoke to their people. The people themselves were in rags and many were hungry, and worked, and sad. They lived lives of farmers, laborers then to come to Church, then to go home with their family and then to sleep, only to wake up and repeat their lives.

 

 

 

A smaller, younger priest stood in the back, waiting to be called upon. Upon him was simply a robe adorned with a cross, of which was simply only sewed in with a light brown color. His clothes were somewhat dirty and upon him was no gold nor silver nor anything of great value. In his hands he carried a large Bible, its pages gilded and its cover made of gold with the word ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¹ÃâBibleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ adorned across its surface in silver.

 

 

 

For a long time he waited, standing behind the older Priests, holding the Bible carefully, and staring at the clear blue sky. The eldest priest, which was talking to the people, called forth the younger one, calling him to bring the Bible he held in his hands, to hand it to him so he could recite prayers from it.

 

 

 

The younger priest stepped forward and carried forth the Bible, but as he did so, a cold, fell wind blew from behind him, knocking him on the ground flatly. The Bible fell out of his hands and hit the ground. Its spine broke and its pages made a blizzard, blinding many of the people till the wind carried them off through the fields and to distant lands.

 

 

 

The eldest priestsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ eyes turned aflame and seemed to become the eyes of many things unholy. He spoke to the young priest, in a voice that needed no walls to echo. The eldest priest criticized the younger one with no mercy. His voice was filled with dislike and anger, an anger that could scare stone itself.

 

 

 

For then the Priest summoned forth several men. They came from the four corners of the temple, walking forwards towards the eldest priest. In their hands were chains, on their belts whips, and on their minds were only obedience. No will ran through them, just like the common people attending sermon.

 

 

 

The youngest priest did not move, nor did he wince like every other person. He responded to the eldest priest, instigating that he instead has committed no acts against God, saying that the Church itself, which was also the entire Government, was the one who had committed acts against the Bible and against God.

 

 

 

All the people attending were stunned and filled with confusion at the youngest priestsÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ words. The eldest priest was filled with revulsion at the words of the young ones. He turned to face the people and told them that the younger priest was speaking the words of Satan, speaking unholy words and weaving lies and twisting truths beyond them being truthful any longer. Turning once more to the young priest, he declared that the young priest was committing treason and making vows with Satan and blasphemy.

 

 

 

He told the guards to take the young priest away to long forgotten dungeons. The young priest was beaten into submission and taken away. Along the meadows he went, some of his young blood dropping upon the grass and flowers of the meadow.

 

 

 

The angel statues cried, tears coming out of their marble eyes, ever slowly and unnoticeable to those who did not pay utmost attention. Smiles formed on the faces of the demons, also unnoticeable. The flowers drooped and the sky darkened as the day went on, and the sermon soon ended, and the people left to their simple lives under the rule of Church. They lived their controlled existence while the statues continued their eternal dance, while the minds of people were weaved in lies and peoplesÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ rights and freedoms were ever stripped from them and opposition was crushed by the will of the priests.

 

 

 

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It's a satire/criticism of theocracies and people using religion as a 'tool', i.e., for power or money.

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100% brillant!

 

I truely loved the story, you should get a medal for the story.

 

 

 

Great ideas and it is sort of realistic at the same time, because I could imagine that actually happening.

[Gattree]

Yes very good story. 8/10