Posted Mar 26 2012 - 10:35 AM
Dare to Dream XV – Dreams of Reality
Laza was on her way to work. The sun was already setting, but that was normal. Laza had gotten used to seeing in the dark. To a le-matoran, the fact Laza wore a ruru might seem comical in that respect. Yes, a le-matoran would probably be skipping along merrily and laughing without a care in the world. A le-matoran might think of the stars and how pretty the city was at night, noticing all of the wonder and beauty of the world. Laza was not a le-matoran.
The mountain was cold. Snow was littered all over the peak, and Laza continued up a frosted path that led to a dent in the mountainside. There a building was embedded into the rock and snow. Laza looked to her left and saw the steep decline. At the bottom of the mountain lights could be seen as their glow was reflected in the running waters of a river. It looked warm; it looked pleasant and she was sure she could hear just the slightest bit of laughter. However, Laza’s heart remained as cold as the snowy path she took; it made no difference to her as her eyes drifted back to the building that was now not far away. A harsh breeze pushed Laza from behind, as if forcing her to go to the place she loved least in the entire city.
Nobody welcomed Laza as she entered the building. She didn’t expect anyone to, though. A draft of air could be heard somewhere in the building as well as a few creaks as she climbed a staircase to the second floor. She was meeting a ko-matoran scholar. Laza could have sworn he never slept, and she knew he certainly wasn’t accustomed to visitors. She knocked on his door.
“What is it?” an icy voice shot from the other side of the door.
“I’m here.” Laza blurted out, a sigh nearly escaping her breathe. She didn’t bother identifying herself; this scholar preferred to be undisturbed.
“What do you have for me?” The voice came irritated in tone and rough around the edges. It didn’t bother Laza, however. She became used to his tone over time.
“I have the latest report from my village regarding the last set of blueprints you sent.” Laza’s voice was monotone as she entered the room piled high with stacks of books and paper, “Project Fi’s design seemed to have a problem with-“
“With the power source, yes I know already! I’ve sent a messenger earlier today, no need for that report! Have you got anything else for me?”
“No, but I still-“
“Then your presence is no longer needed!” The ko-matoran pointed to the door.
Laza sighed, “I still need your design for project-“
“Those blueprints are not ready yet, come back later!” The ko-matoran throughout the entire conversation had not looked up from his desk, where he scribbled and scrawled away. At one point he had crumbled the paper he was writing on in frustration and thrown it away.
Laza was exasperated, “Not those ones. Your redesign for project Sigma that were due-“
“On the table next to the door,” The ko-matoran continued to scribble without losing a beat.
Laza hated his attitude. She had wanted time and time again to scream at him, to make a stand and put her foot down. Her boss, however, had set her aside and given her orders not to. She had been warned by the turaga that the ko-matoran could be very temperamental to work with, and that they could easily refuse to work with the other village. After all, they were trying advanced experiments with energized protodermis and investigating its use as a power source. Projects such as project Fi had all ended in failure thus far, and the ko-matoran had been pressured to make advancements by the turaga.
And they don’t appear to be taking that well at all. Laza had constantly noted. His attitude never changed. The projects always failed. Laza never carried a successful conversation with this co-worker and she never would. It was monotony, and Laza hated every second of it deep down.
Laza grabbed the blueprints next to her and took her leave with a noiseless trudge. Down the empty stairwell and out the door, past the dent in the mountain along the icy path, she bumped into a sky trolley that served as a connection between the two matoran companies.
Huh? Here already? Laza didn’t pay the thought much mind and boarded a car. Above her were the stars that sparkled like diamonds, below her the city lights flickered with a charming glow. Laza didn’t see either of those, however. Her eyes were glued to the cold, dark floor of her car as it took her to another place she hated to be.
The day went by slowly. There was gossip about a sick worker being abducted by Mata Nui in her sleep. Another popular theory was that punishment was being dealt by the Great Beings themselves. Laza knew it was all rubbish. She’d seen that same worker a few days back injure herself. She was probably just at home resting. What was her name? Halla? Nevertheless it seemed trivial and pointless. She took a look at the blueprints that were given to her.
The blueprints were absolute gibberish! Anger at the ko-matoran flooded through her. She took another look and it was then that she noticed something impossible. The lines were moving to make even more nonsense. Crosses were uncrossing and dots were stretching into curves and edges in a dance of disharmony.
“Ah, those are the blueprints, right?” Laza’s boss took the paper from her hands and read it over. “Good good, it looks like we might actually make some progress this time!” She smiled.
Laza was at a loss for words. She shook her head and tried to organize her thoughts, “Don’t… Don’t you see anything wrong with those prints?” She felt sheepish- a thing she was unused to. She didn’t like it.
Her boss looked over the design for project Sigma a second time.
“Nope, looks fine to me so long as we learn something this time around.” She looked up at Laza, “Huh? Something wrong?”
“… No, I’m… fine…”
“… Did you get enough sleep last night?”
Sleep. For some reason, Laza couldn’t remember if she had gone to bed or not last night. That was odd, why couldn’t she remember?
“… I’m fine…”
Her boss decided to continue with her work as did Laza. It wasn’t long before Laza realized that everything she tried to read turned up the same way the blueprints did. Everything was gibberish. Eventually, Laza was sent home. She found herself at a cart heading down the mountain; she wasn’t sure why as she was already in her home city.
I’ve been following you. The voice sounded small and innocent, but it still made Laza tense.
“Who are you?” The cart was empty, but even if it were not, Laza would have no qualms of speaking out.
You’re a curious sort. Events like today happen often don’t they? Each day is more or less the same, never changing.
“Who are you?” Laza snapped again.
You’ve given up those early dreams of adventure and wishes of exploring, haven’t you? You’ve gone numb of all hope so you wouldn’t feel pain or sorrow.
“Answer me!” her voice raised high.
Tell me, do you feel happy?
“I’m asking the questions here!” Laza was nearing her breaking point.
You can still have adventure. You can still explore.
Laza found herself back on Yume Island. It was bright out and the flora was flourishing as it swayed in the breeze. Trees with giant leaves rustled and tall patches of grass danced about. Even the dirt road seemed bright and chipper.
I’ll meet you again. The voice was gone.
Adventure? Exploring? Happiness? Perhaps a le-matoran might like the idea. Yes, a le-matoran would sing a jaunty tune and wave to the trees and the grass and the road. A le-matoran would continue down the path set before him without a question or a care in the world. Laza was not a le-matoran.
Edited by Tekulo: Toa of Gales, Mar 29 2012 - 11:38 PM.