030.000 - Story time
[OOC: This is part of the conversation between Sal and Jazz, that can be found here. Thus it is still Bodyswitch Day.]


The story begins like all stories do, with the magic words that lead us into foreign worlds and long lost eons. For this tale happened Once Upon A Time...

The dancer was a very famous being. All empires, all scroundrels, every regent and every lord knew his name. For they loved the dancer. He alone was able to make the heavens weep with happiness. He alone knew the secret over which many wars were fought and lost. He knew the secret that can never be told because there are no words to tell it, a whole new language would need to be invented for him to explain what all the people wanted to know.

That was the reason why he never spoke a word. Nothing but eternal silence came from his lips. His was a language of feeling and dreams, always free to interpret as one wishes.

Nobody understood what the dancer said. They all watched him dance, but they never listened to his tale. All but one, that is.

A demon heard every word the dancer said, understood every fragile gesture for what they were. This demon came from the vast empires he called home only to watch this most enchanting being, this dancer of truths. And with time the demon began to love the dancer, for never before was he able to hear his heard as loud as when he was near his dancer.

Many years later, the demon found the power to step into the dancer's gaze. He spoke words of devotion and everlasting love. He promised all the things that can only be given and never taken. He promised to give his whole life if only the dancer would look at him.

For a very, very long time the demon spoke these words. Always repeating his plea. Always on his knees so that he may look up into the eyes of his beloved. But the enchanter of his heart never answered. There was only dance and touch. Never a word spoken in reply to the demon's verse. Never one simple word.

With time the demon became sad and left the side of his dancer. He returned to his home and tried to forget. Of course, he was not able to do this. The dancer was just too dear to his heart, too entertwined were their fates. For it happened one day that he found his beloved lying at his feet.

A great war had ravaged the empires and forced the dancer to become a fighter. And as a battle-hardened warrior he now lay before the demon. The dancer had fought his way into the demon's home, not even the many wounds he received in this endevor slowed him down. For he knew his time was short, that he would not survive long in a demon's home, that the very air in such a place would kill him.

The demon's cried in pain as he saw this, fully knowing that now his beloved dancer was going to die. With hands made of dreams and yearning he touched the dancer, held him close and mourned the future that became past before it was born.

He brought the dancer back into the remains on his empires, to a world that had a hint of life hiding in it's dark core. There he built a thing of protection for the dancer, a cage to keep the soul of his beautiful beloved with him until time forgot itself. And when the dancer created a new life in his cage, the demon would take it and give it his wings so that it might fly into the heavens and make the clouds weep.

If one is lucky and very quiet, one can hear the dancer whisper sweet words to his demon.