Sir...
Did you ever feel that you are weak?
With no strength and impetus to go on with your dreams.
Did ever, before you do anything,
you need to let your emotions conquer you,
The strong desires on the other side of consciousness.
If not,
I advice you close this now at this sentence.
If so,
How often?
" CUT "
The shooting of that day ended on the late afternoon. The field,
that was set to be the scene of the battle between Isengard and
Rohan, was cover with yellow and orange light from the sun which
would soon set. After finished checking the results from the monitor,
the director announced for everyone to pack up and prepared to
leave.
I was waiting the staffs to finish packing up things, so we
could get back to the hotel together, while then stretched to
chase the weariness of works away . To act as one who hasn't anything
like yourself is a terribly hard work, especially when it's the
role of an extra-ordinary being.
During that,
my eyes met on a man who stood further away from the moving crowd.
He's always like that. Among the moving, he was the only stillness.
He always caught my sight, no matter where, no matter what.
But he wasn't doing anything, just standing still, holding an
unsheathed sword stringently. The metal eyes watched the distance
horizon, like a king who was looking at his land under his commands.
The evening light touch his nose and cheek bone. It played perfectly
on him, like a superb idol.
If I was a photographer or a minstrel, I would have a
perfect accomplishment on that day.
The frolicsome shouting from the other side made my idol
move. I quickly withdrew my gaze to the shouters, so he wouldn't
notice that I was glancing at him.
The five other friends was sitting in circle nearby the truck,
using the shadow of it to escape the sunlight. They were shouting,
calling us....me and him....to join them.
I couldn't stop laughing when I saw that the cook in the role
was shoving the ice. While his master was holding a spoon and
a bottle of nectar, waiting for him.
I glanced at the other invited man for consultation. He stared
still for a moment, like he was thinking over.
The sword was sheathed. He massaged between his eyebrows, as
if he was weary and fatigued, then shook his head as a refusal.
He nodded at me to join them while he himself walked to another
direction.
I watch him in regret.
" Be off with you! "
His hoarse voice mixed with anger resonated so furiously that
I chocked. The bowl of shoved ice almost slip out of my hand.
Good sake I caught it.
" Scattering me? Are you sure you don't want me anymore?
"
Well, I was almost curious why he knew I was there, since I
got in so quietly. He wasn't talking to me, but to someone else.
" I don't want to hear your voice. I don't want to see
your face. You poked your nose in my life far too long. Leave
me alone!! "
Curiosity cause me the most serious mistake in my whole life.
" Don't be ridiculous "
I poked my head into the darkest corner of the truck, which
was used to keep the costumes. A part of it was adapted to a dressing
room. I wondered who he intended to meet.
The sunlight, which turned deeper as the time passed, shone
inside through the crack of the backdoor. It reflected the mirror
and inserted my eyes. I narrowed them and moved to another place
for a better view.
" You couldn't do anything without me, Vig, or for the
exact, without 'us'. No way you can get to this point. No
way you can have everything you own now. You don't have anything,
no courage, no ability, nothing... And now, This is you appriciation
for what we did for you? You want me to leave? If that's so,
what would you do with the part that was left behind? "
" I don't know...But I cannot let you exist much longer.
"
What I saw was totally difference from my imagination.
Yes...Now you could guess the next part of this... And maybe
you would realize more then I did back then...
Two body stood side by side, facing each other, elbow to elbow
closely likely to the face that reflected each other. The body
was naked except for the cloak on the shoulder.
" Why, Vig. Are you concerning of my existance? Didn't
I created you to whom you are now? "
I saw the metal eyes met.
" It's too evident. "
" What was wrong with it, Vig? "
" It's driving me mad. "
" Impetus is not madness. "
" You're not suppose to be standing here, talking to
me. "
" Why shouldn't I be here? "
" Because you don't exist. You are my imagination that
I created. I tinged my soul to whom I wanted to be, but that
is not reality. You shouldn't have your own consciousness to
be arguing with me! "
Two body gasped heavily with anger, but the breath that resonated
in the emptiness was only one.
Only one being stood before that mirror.
" Not everyone, Vig, that has a chance to argue with
oneself like this. You should appriciate that. " The
two body shrugged simultaneously.
" Everybody may have spoken in front of the mirror,
but that is just a thought. "
" Then you back up and be just a thought. " He
covered his face with his hands wearily, and nearly gave up.
" Why do you have to afflict with this? Didn't
I do everything for you? I am the impetus. I am the gift.
I am the ability. "
" Every living lives with the experience they had, tinged
oneself from the very first moment they were born. "
" And who could tell which moment is the real us. "
" Look at this, Vig. You ARE the imagination.
"
My both hands were held up and kissed, before the bowed face
would look up. The metal eyes gazed at me, cause a disorder feeling
in my chest.
I turned to the mirror, he turned as well.
The reflection of the face has changed.
The same eyes with difference luster.
The body was still there, but something switched.
Like myself who was confused how I switched from ' the observer
' to ' the accompany '.
" Even this boy is also. "
His sweet soft voice whispered at the side of my ear, the tone
he never use with me before.
The warmth of the body embraced me. I don't no what frozen my
body to move.
" What is inside of me that you love, Orli? " That
voice asked
" My ability? My gift? I am your Impetus. I am the prototype
you wish to follow.
Reality wasn't different from dreams, or the spell of the metal
eyes.
" All that you love is me and I, myself, am happy to fulfill your feeling. "
I met his.
I saw myself examined the smile of the man, whom I am enchanted,
with the solemn face. It reflected from his eyes.
" No...It's not the same. "
" What? "
" I don't deny that I am enchanted with what you had
said. But I also love your generosity, your hospitality, and
the devotion that is in you.
His expression changed, those eyes reflected a deeper luster.
Anger was burning inside.
Red.....
Covered everything......
The fires were burning......
Anger, Enchantment, and Passion.....
I watched it emotionlessly.
Pain thrust into my body, tearing it to pieces, but it couldn't
wake me to my sense.
I watched...like I was standing separately from it....like the
reflection in front was disregarded from me.
The bowl I carried rolled in one corner. Red dispersed
liquid oozed quietly.
Red sunlight of the setting sun shone through the crack of the
door which isolated this moment out of the outside world. I could
still see my friends sitting in circle through the mirror.
Did they ever wonder where I was?
I saw myself in the reflection before me... Was that me, or
it wasn't?
Which part was me... the part that was screaming wildly
in this emptiness, or the thoughts that was flowing at the moment?
Who was in the reflection....who was here?
His hands touched my back, bathed me with red liquid.....like
my whole body at that present.
Red liquid from our body.
In a flash, I saw those metal eyes met mine in the reflection
The same eyes I loved.
Luster of generosity, hospitality, concerning, forgiveness,
and sadness.
My bloodshed eyes shut.
I was never jealous of anything more than my own reflection
in that mirror.
" Vig, do you want medium or wel... aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
"
Viggo looked up from the note book he was solemnly reading for
sometime when Orli poked out of the kitchen. He yelled, jumped
right in front and pulled the notebook into his embrace.
" Too late, I finished it. " The man said, ignoring
the other's screwed face that almost shed tears. " It's
amusing, write it on. "
" Vig...Vig....Vig.... " Orli couldn't put his
word together, still bobbing around. " you....you..."
" I don't mind that you used me as a character in it.
" Viggo said smilingly.
" I...I'm going to knead it. " Orli muttered, his
face turned deeply red.
" Why? It's great. Imaginations come from the deepest
part of the creator's mind, you know?" Viggo stood up
and embraced the young man from behind. His face rested beside
the ear. " Your idea is perplexing. "
" Really? " Orli looked a little better. He tried
to turn and gazed into those eyes, but the hug was too tight.
" Really. " The man bit the other's ear gently
while whispering. " My imagination is going wild. Don't
change your clothes after tomorrow shooting, OK? "
Before the hot lips could touch the neck, he couldn't help crying
out when the boy kicked his leg . Orli stuck out his tongue to
Viggo before running upstairs with his notebook.
" Orli ! " Viggo yelled with slight temper while
rubbing his leg. " Come down here! Where's my egg? "
" That's the result of peeking on my fic. Eat those
burnt one Vig! "
Viggo shook his head, both angrily and humorously. And the most
important of all was the burning smell from the kitchen. If he
delay, it would be smoking and firing coming after. He ran in
and fixed the stuff that the boy left behind.
" Vig? " Orli poked out from the stair.
" Yeah, What? "
" When will you finish shooting tomorrow? "
The laughter rose with the sound of new nailed egg and not so
long after, the smell of a nice dinner was in the air.
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