The Empress (3)

An intricate chessboard lay on a wooden board, its pieces positioned as though about to play a game. The pieces were carved with exquisite runes and sigils, giving them a mystical feel to them. The pawn held not a sword or any weapon, but rather carried an olive branch in his hand. The rook was literally a bird, just not a rook but rather, a dove. The knights were on horses with riding equipment. None of the pieces carried weapons.
The queen was particularly masterful, and caught peoples' eyes. The queen was pregnant, not bloated and disgusting, but peaceful and gave out an aura of contentment. The queen's hands did not hold their customary sword, but gripped her stomach lightly. The queen was smilling, and seemed to contain within her spring. All who saw it suddenly knew why the old adage was constantly stated, that patience is a virtue.
The king extended a hand towards his wife, lovingly and tenderly. His sword was replaced by a book entitled in small but beautiful words, Friendship. The bishop looked benevolent, and seemed to counsel the pawns on the virtues of peace. All in all, the set removed all war-like aspects of chess and replaced it with contentment, as if the two nations of black pieces and white pieces were close friends.

The High Priestess (2)

And so the pilgrim went on his way, wondering what Gilgamesh might have been talking about. He pondered long and hard on the meaning of the sword and pentacle but all in vain. Days passed and he came to Delphi by night. He went straight to the Oracle, the oh-so famous Oracle of Delphi, in the hopes of understanding. And experience, of course. The Oracle was female, sitting in between two pillars and was illuminated by the lunar light, as if she represented the moon, just as Gilgamesh seemed to represent the Sun.
"Hello, pilgrim." She said.
"You know me, Oracle?"
"Of course. I know much about you. I know that you met Mr. Phthalo, went to Gilgamesh and you now come here."
"Since you know so much, then you know why I'm here. What exactly am I supposed to do with this sword and pentacle?"

"I have prepared certain things for you. Take this root and gnaw it. It will help you make a choice."
"I am very grateful to you, lady Oracle."
So saying, he gnawed at the root. He had a vision, but the contents of that vision will not be discussed here.
"Thank you, Oracle. I now know what to do."
With a clear vision of what to do, the pilgrim walks off and continues on his journey.

The Magician (1)

"Excuse me sir, but are you the one known as Gilgamesh?"
The one to whom the question was directed to seemed full of brightness and light, like power to unveil secrets. He seemed to embody the Sun.
The stranger replied, "I may be. What would it matter to you?"
"You see, I seek personification."
"Personification? Ah, you mean eternal existence. Immortality, so to speak."
"Indeed. The tales tell of Gilgamesh who taught the snakes to shed their skin, and so become immortal. I-"
"You wish to learn how to shed your skin?"
"Uh, I suppose so. In a sense."
"Firstly, as above, so below."
"What?"
"Always remember, that lessons learned in one realm are dangerous if applied in another realm."
"Truly, you are wise, great sir. But I do not underst-"
"No, you do not, for that is why you seek me. Do not hold back. Now go, your journey is long and full of wisdom. There will always be those who seek to manipulate. Take this sword and pentacle."
With that, snakes appeared from his sleeves and covered Gilgamesh completely. Then, he vanished. But the man heard a whisper in the air, "Know your fundamentals".

The Fool (0)

A man was walking, an unkempt, dirty, ragged, vagrant-looking vaguely old sort of man was walking. With a dog behind him. He carried naught but a stick with a bundle tied to its end. He looked rather carefree and happy.
Mr. Phthalo approached him.
"Good sir, who might you be and where would you be going?" He started.
"I might be a swallow. I go to where I go, for I am a pilgrim."
"A pilgrim, you say? Where to?"
"I am a pilgrim on a journey for experience, for delight and for no particular reason at all. I go where I please." said the man who might be a swallow and was definitely a pilgrim.
The dog following him nipped his heels.
"Ah, but the Lord is getting impatient. Let's get along now then?"
"The Lord? So you're a Christian?"
"That is what I call my dog, you see."
The pilgrim walked along the edge of the cliff, cheerfully whistling without a care in the world.

just a notice

heyho readers,
i can't believe this blog survived for give or take 3 months. a hiatus is in order! maybe when i get back to writing i'll have lots of random shizz to write about, ya'know? so for now, toodle-do!

PS: the holidays make me sad, its v depressing

Pie Jesu Domine,
Dona Eis Requiem.

Fighting with writer's block,
Li-Jun

*anything below this is written a bit after the original post*

AHahahahAHHahahAH! Who am I kidding! A hiatus? who neEds it? I wilL wriTe As anD wHen i wANt!!!11 wheee. I shall prove that I can churn out creaTivity by deadlines! I wiLL write 22 short stories based on each of the MAJOR ARCANA !!!!!!! it will be in order! numerical OrdEr!!1