All in Probability and Chances

Growing stronger, more able.

More opportunity, life stable.

Then, why do I feel like falling apart?

Stupid, faithless, ignorant heart…

I pick apart your words all the while,

I’m the only one to whom you never smile.

Sorry if I am such a disgrace,

Or simply wasted space.

Falling or failing, with slacking fortification.

Stumbling ideas, and I’m lacking coordination.

I know that you lied, I was there when you cried,

So hard for you I tried, so why can’t you decide?

I don’t ask for anything more anymore.

You can never be her, what are you trying for?

Asking you, like all the rest, to stay safe and sound.

But, honestly, I know you’ll never stay around…

Violence in Place of Serenity

I stand here, holding you,

In the cold, by a raging ocean

Troubled by the stormy skies.

I with the shattered skin,

And you with tattered body,

We think of her together.

And I honestly wonder

What in the world

I can say to her,

If only to make me feel

For just one day

A little less alone.

In place of love,

Calmness, and tranquility,

Is the roaring chaos

And the tension of this anxiety.

~Formed by Glaciers~ (PATHFINDER, PART FINAL)

Signs of things to come...

Hello. Welcome to Pathfinder, the new official name of this story. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Pathfinder is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is the final part of the nine part story. If you wish to see the entire story from start to finish, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder

Part Two – Ember

Part Three – Firelight

Part Four – Cascade

Part Five – Compass

Part Six – Overworld

Part Seven – The Cairn

Part Eight – Restoration

Part Nine – Formed by Glaciers.

~<3~


Two souls living
A vast distance apart
Both in need of someone
To heal their heart.

One a passive soul
With passion to create,
The other an active prescense,
Wishing to shape its own fate.

Each one is just as powerful
As anyone could be
But each must open a door
To which the other has a key.

So living in this world
On each other they depend.
Together, they would have power
To make it to the end.

The Pathfinder observed
And guided these two souls.
Zeina and Pyra learned
From their journey through these worlds.

In a vast icy plane,
Bearing an eternal flame,
Was The Pathfinder’s home,
And final destination, the same.

A sky of black and midnight blue,
A mist of violet, cryptic dreams.
A deep echo of drifting wind,
Starlight, through the cold, beams.

The cold cyan of icy land,
The chilling breeze of wind, a guide.
The vibrant hues of fire ahead,
The warmth that resides deep inside.

The thoughts and dreams of Zeina.
His elements of the mind.
The wonderous hopes of Pyra.
Her will to seek, path to find.

Stillness and movement contrast, yet flow,
Light and the dark, fire and ice,
Life and the spirit, small and the vast,
Reality and dream, warmth in the cold, to entice.

To Zeina, her beauty lies in all.
She, the one that made him truly whole.
Passion now amplified, wants to give;
Give her love, share her life, draw her soul.

To Pyra, he was true, filled with warmth,
He, the one that put her high above.
Wanting to share with him her whole world,
Wanting to be with him; she’s in love.

Take a step, steady pace,
Slowly move, soft, with grace,
Embers rise, show him space,
Firelight, her hands trace.

Frequencies low and deep,
Holding hands, they would keep,
Feeling love, growing steep,
Ready to make this leap.

Heartbeat faster, warmth is stronger,
Pulling in closer, not much longer
Until they’re side by side, with the fire.
Until they’re even closer, flying higher.

The Pathfinder watches them, approaching now,
Wanting to send a message, but unsure how…
The Pathfinder waits and watches once more,
To see what had been waited so long for.

“Never have I said this, but now, everything has changed…
I’m so happy to share this with you, Pyra,” said he.

“This is all I ever really wanted, Zeina, honestly.
You, the only person ever to truly accept me,” said she.

“If this is the end of our journey, what shall happen now?
Is there something we must do to proceed?” asked Zeina.

“I’m so grateful for all of this, but I still truly wonder,
What brought us together? How are we here?” asked Pyra.

The Pathfinder saw this perfect harmony,
Now determined to teach one final lesson.
The Pathfinder believed in them, and was right.
They made it, led by their love and passion.

The passive soul, Zeina, with passion to create,
Accepted what she thought of him, accepted fate.
The active prescense, Pyra, wishing to shape its own fate,
Would never be alone, and trust he did create.

Now existed mutual love, so powerful,
A bond that felt infinite, eternal.
With words unspoken, connected through the spirit,
The love was something for each to appreciate.

Now existed just one fear they shared.
They had no doubt that the other truly cared,
But now, they fear that this may be the end.
To be together, on mystic forces seemed to depend.

They didn’t want to leave now, not after all of this.
Through their adventure, no opportunity was missed.
Even at the final test, instead of turning around,
They still stepped forward, together, a destination found.

However, where was there to go from here?
Was it all up to this mysterious overseer?
Two souls in love, on each other they depend,
They dreaded the idea of there being an end.

“I love you, Pyra. Of this, I am sure.”

“I love you, Zeina. And we need nothing more.”

Face to face, close embrace,
And, somehow, fearless now,
Energy, synergy,
All they feel, always real.

The Pathfinder built up the power it had,
As the energy in this land awoke.
As Zeina and Pyra finally kissed,
With a thousand voices, The Pathfinder spoke,

“HERE, IN OUR WORLD FORMED BY GLACIERS OF TIME,
WARMTH IN YOUR LOVE IS IMPORTANT, IS PRIME.

ZEINA AND PYRA, SOULS PASSIVE AND ACTIVE,
DRIVEN FORWARD BY FORCES ATTRACTIVE,

I’M THE PATHFINDER; THIS MESSAGE, I SEND:
WE HAVE NO BEGINNING OR END.”

No story ever ends,
As there’s never just one side.
Our story’s endless too,
So what shall you decide?

~<3~

~Restoration~ (Ember, Part Eight)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part eight of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder

Part Two – Ember

Part Three – Firelight

Part Four – Cascade

Part Five – Compass

Part Six – Overworld

Part Seven – The Cairn

It is finally time for Ember, Part Eight: Restoration.

Thank you. ~<3~


Silence in the warm embrace,
Eyes closed in dark, still face to face,
They float with stillness, empty space,
Neither of them knowing this place.

Fearless now, they wait for light,
To hear a sound, to see a sight.
Even here, darker than night,
For once, they truly felt alright.

Zeina was a passive soul,
Drawing beauty made him whole.
Shyness beyond his control
And loneliness did take its toll.

Pyra was the active one,
Passion burning like The Sun,
Wanting freedom, she would run,
Because with it all, she was done.

Into the labyrinth, the descent began,
His truth is revealed, and she offers a hand.
He starts to accept that himself, she finds grand.
The Compass activates, and it brings them to land.

Then, they ascend, see the overworld’s sky,
Watching the beauty atop the hills high,
She learns she can trust; it’s okay for her to cry.
She controls the wind, and they begin to fly.

Zeina held her, comfortable now.
She made him feel like he was revived,
Through the empathy that she had showed,
And together, all they had survived.

Pyra heard his breathing soft,
He, the one she now would trust.
Feeling closer every second,
Willing to do anything that she must.

Now, the lights begin to return,
And the two remain suspended in a sphere,
Around them, images began to form,
The places they’d been began to appear.

The labyrinth and the overworld,
The Compass and The Cairn were here.
Their homes, all the way back on Earth,
And the crystal in the center of the sphere.

They saw their homes and wondered
If anyone was missing them now.
They remembered being taken from reality,
But still didn’t have answers why, or how.

Would it be answered at the final destination?
Zeina and Pyra wondered the same.
If they proceeded forward, all the way to the end,
Could they return to from where they came?

Recently, their perspective of home had changed.
They found that strength and warmth in each other.
If they went back now, if they chose to seperate,
Would they ever again be together?

They both knew now they felt something beyond,
Eternally gravitated, they polarly attract,
Through language that doesn’t need words,
They knew they were feeling the same thing, exact.

Zeina and Pyra looked at each other, in silence,
Knowing that they had to make a decision.
Asking each other what the other one thought,
Whether or not to follow intuition.

Zeina admires her flowing cascades,
Pyra sees reflection in his eyes.
They make up their minds together as one,
And to the crystal, the pair of them flies.

Energy of every imaginable frequency
Begins to radiate, the power of love and spirit.
Harmonious sounds and heartwarming feeling
An amazing experience just to hear it.

They watch their story unfold around them,
As they left this world!
To the final destination, they were heading,
As around them, their collective story swirled.

Each snowflake like an ember, dancing all around the sky,
The warming firelight was shining, flaming, energized,
The spirit, dreams, fell in cascades, to reality defy,
A compass pointing only forward, to journey and surprise.

An overworld of symbiosis, coexistant energy,
Its power was just like The Cairn, to build to the relation,
To make it to the end would finally set them free,
The souls were finally completing the ultimate restoration.

Slowing, calming,
Softly landing.
Solid ground now
Where they’re standing.

Warmth departing,
Crisp and cold.
Embers landing,
Fading gold.

Hand in hand,
Contact.
Together,
Attract.

Eyes closed,
Part of,
Darkness,
In love.

~The Cairn~ (Ember, Part Seven)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part seven of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder

Part Two – Ember

Part Three – Firelight

Part Four – Cascade

Part Five – Compass

Part Six – Overworld

Let us fly into Ember, Part Seven: The Cairn.

Thank you eternally, dear souls, for sharing this with me. ~<3~


The ground began to flatten out;
Rocks were forming a disc.
Grass sprouted between smooth stones;
The trees made room for the obelisk.

Here, now, at the base of the cliff,
The tower ascends to the clouds.
The height, even to them now,
To their minds, confounds.

Pyra began to relax;
It would be okay.
She wanted to feel like
She didn’t have to hide away.

Zeina seemed calm and honest,
And he was kind to her.
Maybe even something more…
Or was it her who felt something more?

He had soft expression,
Black hair that fell straight down,
Shorter than her, by a small amount,
Amber skin, eyes umber brown.

The way he spoke was calm,
Now that he wasn’t as scared,
Because in the warmth of her firelight
Was someone who actually cared.

Zeina whispers, “Well, I suppose
That I’ve said this a lot as of late,
But this sight is absolutely amazing.”
To that, she could relate.

They approach the massive structure.
“Alright,” she says, “Here we are…”
And as she set foot on the stones,
It activates The Cairn.

The ground then softly shook.
The two of them advance.
The symbols begin to glow.
The Cairn holds them in a trance.

Zeina notes, “It feels a lot like the Compass”
Maybe it has similar power?
Taking us to our next destination, that is,”
As they each lay a hand on the tower.

Cracks begin to form in the ground
As the shaking begins to intensify.
“Are we rising again?” Pyra asks.
Zeina says, “I suppose we’re destine to fly.”

Quicker than they’d thought would happen,
The Earth they stand on starts to rise.
The stones pull straight up from the ground,
And everything else is pulled away from their eyes.

Zeina and Pyra fall to the ground
From the sheer force of the rising islands.
The overworld below them is out of sight,
To keep balance, they hold each other’s hands.

The stones, etched with symbols, were realigning,
All starting to form one large array.
The wind blasted down, but the stones remained suspended,
Dancing around each other in every way.

They began to form a path spiraling up The Cairn,
But the thin ledge didn’t suggest stability.
She yells, “Are we supposed to climb that!?
It seems way beyond our capability!”

As she said it, the ground around began to fall.
“We have no other choice! Come on, Pyra!”
He began to lead them up the precarious path,
As the stones kept spiraling higher up.

Zeina nearly slips,
She catches him quick.
“Are you sure we should do this?” she queries.
They both look down,
No longer any stable ground.
“I think we can do this Pyra, no worries!”

Half of the way up,
They pass through a cloud.
Her heart is beating
Heavier, faster,
She is scared,
And slips, nearly falling,
And can’t help but show this,
As she screams out loud.

“It’s okay Pyra! Just hold my hand!”
She listens to him, but at herself is upset.
She’s supposed to be brave, what’s gotten into her?
She doesn’t need help, she’s independant!

It’s times like this that she really wondered
Why and how she was here right now.
She loved to be here with him, but didn’t love the danger.
How much more could her body allow?

Beneath their feet,
The Cairn began
To crack into
Individual stones,
She tries to hasten
Her pace for Zeina,
But her body
No longer condones.

She begins
To fall again.
The world is spinning,
Blurring, fading.
She watches him,
As he saves her.
She’s too weak now,
Everything aching.

Zeina pulls her and him to the top
As the rocks from the Cairn realign themselves again,
They form a wider platform as the bottom dissipates,
Zeina tries to take the situation in.

The rising steadily slows its pace,
And Pyra hits the ground.
She curls up, and he can’t see her face,
As silence takes the place of the sound.

Zeina sits down;
His head hurts from the rush.
Pyra looks up at him,
Eyes teary, softly blushed.

Zeina tries to comfort her.
“We’re safe now. It’s okay.”
She sees that he’s scared too,
But that, he doesn’t say.

Feeling guilt, she looks down again.
And for the first time, sees now inscribed
An image spanning across the platform,
Movement made it feel alive.

Pyra slowly rises to her feet,
Zeina sees, decides to follow.
Etched in stone, a large mural,
Inside a large triangle’s hollow.

A maze to represent the labyrinth,
The Compass in it’s center, it was clear.
It showed the overworld that was below
And arrows marked their rise to here.

Above the platform, illustrated,
Were two birds that flew to the airborne crystal.
Looking up, they saw it’s shining.
Larger than before, she could tell.

“But how are we supposed to get there?”
Pyra asks, but Zeina has no words.
Thinking for a moment, he gets an idea,
And without a word, points down at the birds.

Pyra feels the wind pull at her again.
“It’s crazy, I know Pyra, but we must.”
The wind became stronger, it felt like a gale.
“Okay,” she says, “I’ll trust.”

They jump, and in seconds, the wind takes them free.
They rise with the force of a hurricane.
Spinning, swirling, looping, twirling,
The energy and feeling is completely insane.

Pyra feels she controls the winds,
And uses her thoughts to let them fly.
Zeina lets go of all his fear for her,
And lets them embrace the open sky.

The rocks too rise then, swirling around them,
All entering the crystal’s orbit.
Pyra heads above, and makes a downward dive,
And sees Zeina’s face, by the crystal, firelit.

She slows a little for Zeina,
So that she can take him in an embrace.
Together, they revolve around the crystal,
Looking now, they’re face to face.

Around and around, with the world they danced,
But unlike any other, it was truly enhanced
By the feeling of flight, it feeling so free,
And the clouds were all that they could see.

Together, they let themselves fall to the crystal.
Barreling toward it, like a missile.
She wondered where it would take them next.
She knew it would be nothing that either expects.

The intensity extreme, as the edge of reality cracks,
The energy was reaching an ultimate climax.
She tried to speak, but the wind sucked it out of her.
So to get her message across, they tightly hugged each other.

They fall through at the end,
Once again out of this universe,
The one in which she lived her passion
And finally broke out of her curse.

Pyra finally relaxed, because now
It would truly be okay.
With him, she honestly felt that
She didn’t have to hide away.

Zeina gave her something else, too:
She’d finally found her warmth.
The firelight she’d finally found,
Her reason to explore.

~Overworld~ (Ember, Part Six)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part six of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder

Part Two – Ember

Part Three – Firelight

Part Four – Cascade

Part Five – Compass

The ascension brings us to Ember, Part Six: Overworld.

Thankful for your support, as I’ll always be! ~<3~


Softly shaking,
Body aching,
Day is breaking,
Slowly waking…

Beneath the evergreen,
Pyra stares up at the sky.
The trees waved free, in open air,
The air is warm, birds fly high.

Was she back in her forest?
That’s what it began to seem.
Where was Zeina? Was he okay?
Was it all just a dream?

Pyra sees her leg, sees it cut,
She is still exhausted.
Trying to stand again,
Nearly keeps her balance, but lost it.

Right before she falls again,
Zeina jumps out to catch her.
He hurts his arms, but doesn’t mind,
Faces blushed, they look at each other.

“Hey,” he says, “You okay?
Did you sleep alright? I’m sorry.”
Pyra, still in shock, stutters away,
“You’re here– don’t worry– where are we?”

“We left the labyrinth. You held me.
We came here… you were crying.
I stayed with you so you could rest,
And you fell asleep where you were lying.”

“How long was I asleep?” she asks.
“Awhile, half a day, or more.”
You seemed really exhausted and all…
The cuts too, and you must feel sore.”

She’s concerned by it, and he sees.
“Don’t worry, you needed it.
“I’ve been enjoying this vast forest.”
He was being honest, she could see it.

Pyra waits for him to say more,
But he is silent, waiting for her lead.
“Well, then where do we go now, Zeina?
What is it that we need?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, “This is new.”
I’ve never seen such a forest.”
She hadn’t either, but that made it better.
“Alright, then let’s explore it.”

She rises to her feet again,
This time keeps herself stable.
She walks slowly at first,
As much as she is able.

She leads them through the forest,
And now, she knows they’re somewhere unique.
With trees and animals of variety,
What destination does she seek?

Down another winding road,
Following the wind, as she always does.
Zeina follows her, closely behind.
She wanted to trust him, because…

He never once made fun of her for this.
He was willing to follow her all the way.
He, like her, enjoyed the beauty, too.
She began to wonder if he would stay.

Zeina would love to paint these hills.
He’d love to draw the birds in the sky.
Pyra admired him, hoped he knew now
That it was really worth it to try.

She, herself, knew just as well
The feeling of wanting someone to trust in.
She wanted to open up to him, she really did,
But she was scared to be hurt again.

The minutes passed, but at last,
An opening was coming.
Pyra exploring, Zeina dreaming,
An experience that they were both loving.

Pyra runs for the open sky,
Zeina tries to tell her to stop.
“Wait, Pyra, hold on, you’ll fall!”
She halts, a second away from the drop.

Fjords and mountains, organic feeling,
Water lakes, trees scrape the sky.
They gazed across the miles of beauty,
Here, atop this cliff, so high,

“Oh my gosh,” she says,
As Zeina catches up with her.
“This is… wow,” he says,
“Unearthly, a sight like no other.”

And in the distance, Pyra spotted
Something else standing out:
A giant, towering, rock formation.
“I think we should check that out.”

“Oh wow,” he says, “That’s really tall.
Most definitely not natural.”
“Yeah,” she says, “So let’s go!”
And they begin to descend the steep hill.

They carefully climb down,
And watch the wind flow through the trees,
It makes her feel so happy,
This was her home, she follows the breeze.

Zeina, afraid of heights,
Tries to focus on the beauty,
He finds himself looking down at her,
She fits in with this all, he could see.

The euphoric landscape
Seemed to converge at this tower,
She wondered if it meant something,
Or held The Compass’s power.

“Zeina!” she calls out,
“You okay with this? I know it’s pretty high.”
Zeina, silent for a minute, then says,
“Well… it scares me, I won’t lie.”

“But I want to follow you Pyra!
So please, don’t hesitate to continue.”
This honestly made her smile,
She felt he was honest, he was true.

It wasn’t so clear now
What she wanted anymore–
She’d wanted to be alone,
But now with Zeina, she wasn’t sure.

Here they were
Now on the surface,
From the labyrinth to the overworld,
They give each other purpose.

Now she has to find
Something that she has lost,
Something vital to them both:
Her ability to trust.

Reaching the bottom,
They see the tower’s domination.
They both were wondering
If it was their final destination.