My Brosien Cycles

written on 1-19-2004 @ 1:49 in the morning and placed on www.hunter13@easyjournal.com1

Ello. I do apologize for the slackness of my presence; I have been attending to business of the utmost import. I hope the Nie has greeted you well.... 2

As I stated - there was a catastrophe upon Tuwa; or had I not yet? My mind does wonder so. Yes, A catastrophe had struck, but by what cause. It was never truly known amongst the Brosien as to what had befallen to bring the Orade into such destitute. Nothing was left. Once great cities lay within ruin. The few Orade to survive lived within small groups; huddled together – spread through the lands, working to reclaiming what had been lost. Skellies/stories from my brosien grandfather’s father – were legendary. 3

He re-scaled me of the large wooden poles lining the street, once glowed with electric fire, much like a lightning bolt; illuminating everything for blocks. And about the massive metal birds – carrying hundreds of orenen and keiran rocketing though the air; out across the waters – it visit the foreign sovereignties/countries purely for pleasure. 4

It was during Grandfather’s recollections that I learned the Gena and Finola reigned within the sky for equal times – due the persuading of the Mages, those who do magic. It must have been beautiful; seeing the Gena for so long. It is not difficult to know when or if Gena will appear – there have been sequences when Gena did not appear for three ruis’. 5

Anyhow.... My younger cycles of my Second-Birth were filled with images of walking through the nie air at my brother’s side. My brother… Phantom. Huh?! I have not thought of him since I lost his hand within the wooded area behind our dwelling – before my Second-Birth… It was late as we strolled between the giant trees that stretched far beyond the eye could see. Our hands locked within the other – as we had done nie-after-nie for many cycles. And though he is my eternal twin soul, the memory that drew us apart still eludes me… The next image to register within my mind – is waking on the leaf-blanketed floor, being attending to by my Foster-Makers. 6

Oh, how you would have loved my brother! He is one of the most alluring creatures that walk the bree; I have yet found another to hold up against comparison. He is my twin, in every sense of the word… his hair holding the same thick golden hue of the setting sun and blue eyes of the ocean - though his frame rises a good foot higher than my own. We are match in our wit and intelligence – though as his heart was fueled by the calmness of his understanding; while mine is controlled by a fiery temper. And though, his disposition should have brought him under the protection of the Finola; Phantom was always drawn to the warm rays of Gena, while I the opposite. 7

It has been a great many cycles since I was found by my brosien Foster-Makers… and regardless of our connection – Phantom has not called out to me, nor has he answered my cries for his company… his guidance… his support… his unconditional love. 8

Though I have promised you skellies of my brosien cycles and though I fear I may not have given you anything worth mentioning tonight – I cannot press on any further. My heart grows heavy as Phantom plagues my mind with images of us long ago. I must go to them… entertain them and pray they will bring rest to my wearily heart. Perhaps myself will return to me tomorrow nie…9