“The Ember”
by Blake Reed, member of The Sect of the Horned God
A single Ember arches and twirls through the droplets of a storm; terrified for its existence, disgusted by the presence of the rain, yet enthralled by the beauty of it: a gleaming reflection of itself pulses across the surface of each earthbound globule…
How strange the realization that the heart of the enemy can carry such resemblance to the Ember, e’er searching for companionship (or a nemesis?) yet only finding that which lies betwixt…
and how unjust and cruelly the Ember is seen to be! All too aware of the destruction and chaos it could wreak, how the whole of the world considers it to be a bringer of death, as if the dwindling bloodline of the fiery giants in tales of olde… Yet here sways the Ember, at the mercy of winds, miraculously persevering in (subjectively) cataclysmic conditions.
Should the Ember find home amongst its brethren, would it not be outcast to Nature? Has all the world forgotten that, in ancient times, this Ember was as a god; an irreplaceable staple in the survival of humanity? It seems that bare appreciation and understanding have almost entirely left the meta-vocabulary of man, who seeks only to wholly worship and obsess, or to cast out in disdain.
Kindled amongst Kin,
Extinguished by the monsoon, or
Ascended by lightning…
Through Will, the Ember needs only make this choice its own.
The Orders of The Sect of the Horned God
