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[Aug. 9] [Suikoden III] Country Roads Take Me Home
Title: Country Roads Take Me Home
Day/Theme: Aug. 9, 2010 "the open road, the bitter song, the heavy load"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Geddoe
Rating: PG
Here he was, back on the Harmonia-Grasslands border again. This was where he was born. This was a place he always seemed to end up again, no matter where he ran to. He was a Grasslander at heart. That was the land he had fought for. That was the land of his mother, his friends, the man he had adored. It was the land he would die to defend. He claimed it as his own. But Harmonia was the land where he was born.
It had been a technicality of border movement that made him a Harmonian citizen from birth. A heavily pregnant mother who could not outrun the expansion of that carnivorous border- how a life could be altered by the placement of a line on a map. So he had once been a Third Class Citizen. Now he was something else, something better, a man on the outskirts of society. He was good at his work. He found it a halfway decent way of spending his time.
His current job was little more than an errand- a delivery job. He had gone on his own, without any of his team. He didn't even bother to tell them about this little walkabout to Le Buque. It was their unofficial monthly "day off." He felt for the people of Le Buque. He could relate to them and their position within Harmonia. He also felt a certain degree of responsibility for their current state. He had been at the forefront of the First Firebringer War. He had commanded a lot of respect and authority again during the Second. But what had he been able to do for the people of Le Buque? All he had were words, weak words, to try and sway the mind of Bishop Sasarai. All he could do was leave everything in the hands of another, higher-ranking Harmonian. It hurt. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried to become strong, he was always too weak?
The road through the mountains down to Caleria was particularly dusty at this time of year. A sad song began to rise in his mind, coming out of his memory to cut through his somber thoughts. It was an old Grasslands song. A song his mother sang. Geddoe wasn't much of a singer. He began to whistle. Slowly, slowly, he headed back to his unwanted home.
Day/Theme: Aug. 9, 2010 "the open road, the bitter song, the heavy load"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Geddoe
Rating: PG
Here he was, back on the Harmonia-Grasslands border again. This was where he was born. This was a place he always seemed to end up again, no matter where he ran to. He was a Grasslander at heart. That was the land he had fought for. That was the land of his mother, his friends, the man he had adored. It was the land he would die to defend. He claimed it as his own. But Harmonia was the land where he was born.
It had been a technicality of border movement that made him a Harmonian citizen from birth. A heavily pregnant mother who could not outrun the expansion of that carnivorous border- how a life could be altered by the placement of a line on a map. So he had once been a Third Class Citizen. Now he was something else, something better, a man on the outskirts of society. He was good at his work. He found it a halfway decent way of spending his time.
His current job was little more than an errand- a delivery job. He had gone on his own, without any of his team. He didn't even bother to tell them about this little walkabout to Le Buque. It was their unofficial monthly "day off." He felt for the people of Le Buque. He could relate to them and their position within Harmonia. He also felt a certain degree of responsibility for their current state. He had been at the forefront of the First Firebringer War. He had commanded a lot of respect and authority again during the Second. But what had he been able to do for the people of Le Buque? All he had were words, weak words, to try and sway the mind of Bishop Sasarai. All he could do was leave everything in the hands of another, higher-ranking Harmonian. It hurt. Why was it that no matter how hard he tried to become strong, he was always too weak?
The road through the mountains down to Caleria was particularly dusty at this time of year. A sad song began to rise in his mind, coming out of his memory to cut through his somber thoughts. It was an old Grasslands song. A song his mother sang. Geddoe wasn't much of a singer. He began to whistle. Slowly, slowly, he headed back to his unwanted home.