Chapter 15: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: August 31, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

15 – Jordan

“The fattest are always starving.” Bann closed the windows, one after another. “The richest are always the poor.”

Jordan furrowed his brows. “I don’t understand, Father. If you’re not speaking in riddles then I know not what a riddle is.”

“Intelligence is no riddle.” He shut the last window, cheetahed to the door and opened it. Then shut it again. “A person can only remain at the feet of another for so long. At some point they tire of looking up. Any strong person enjoys looking down, after all. Though moral men view everything at eye-level.”

“And are we not men of morals?” Jordan wiped his mouth of lipstick. This conversation had pulled him away from a sexual encounter with a beautiful woman. At least he hoped she were a woman. They hadn’t gone far enough to find out each other’s real gender.

“All normal men have bad morals when enslaved and even worse morals when in control. Good morals only exist between these two extremes. Currently we are between.”

Jordan buttoned up his shirt. “Then between is good and so are we.” “Sometimes you think the thoughts of an idiot. Would you like to be between a man and another man?”

“No, but I could not deny myself the pleasure of two women.” Bann raised a hand as if to strike. Jordan flinched.

“Even a woman can have a penis,” his father reminded.

Sometimes it was nearly impossible to decipher a person’s sex. Androgyny had become a trend of its own. Everybody wanted to choose his or her own gender. Apparently the one they’d been given upon birth wasn’t good enough.

Bann opened the door again, closed it. “‘Nothing is as it seems’ has never been truer. Truth has become a taboo.”

“What are all these strange words?” Jordan couldn’t believe he’d left the embrace of a woman for babble. Hard talk didn’t compare to a hard penis.

Against the doorknob, Bann forced a chair. “At the moment humans rule over heaven. But soon God will return to the throne. We weren’t meant to rise past knowledge. I fear our next fall will be our last. Nothing progresses forever.”

Jordan wished he had a knife to plunge into this man. Truly this wasn’t his father. Perhaps it hadn’t been his father for a long time. Could the man be senile?

“This naked era is over, my son. The majority wishes to be clothed again. No matter how much a man claims he wants to be undressed, he always longs to put his clothes back on. A man cannot be an animal or he is no man.”

“Have you become a prophet or heretic?”

“Synonyms for the same meaning.” Bann cheetahed across the room, curtained the windows. “One must learn to separate wisdom from revelation. The end of freedom is near. Society will resurrect itself.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow, cleared his throat. “What have you been reading?” For once he felt the questioning father.

Bann came toward him, squeezed Jordan’s arms together. “Rebellion is a tree that grows everywhere, in any climate, under any sun, spontaneously.”

“Do you have a plot to assassinate the Mystic?” Jordan asked, surprise hanging on every word.

Bann shook his head, swallowed. “There are things that should never be said but only thought.”

“What are you telling me, Father?”

“Killing a king, a religion, a culture, can always be dangerously dangerous. But there is assimilation. People are tired of wings. They hold out their hands for chains. They clamor for the protection of laws.”

“Do we murder the Mystic?”

“No. We put the future on its knees before us.”

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Comments
  1. nice to meet another indie author

  2. bejamin4 says:

    Same. Really like your poetry. Thanks for visiting my blog. Don’t stop writing.

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