Delima Kasih

The Blog(u) 8: Ghost Hunter

Serenity, calm, unity. The little one sat cross-legged in meditation before the Ghost Hunter. The dancing lights of plink’s thought swirled in intricate patterns over her dark hair, etching mysterious designs on her brow. Lightning pulsed in the lights, swelling and fading in time with plink's breathing.
Sat across from her was the Ghost Hunter, with his own thoughts similarly aflame. As plink opened her eyes, he asked, ‘What did you see?’
‘Infinity. It stretched away forever, yet all of it was with me.’
‘What did you feel?’
‘Empty.’ The little one struggled to describe her feelings. ‘I had much to say, but not about anything in particular.’
The Ghost Hunter nodded, ‘You’re a blunt one, I see. Most people hide this from themselves.’ He gestured at the inside of his training hall.
‘This is a blogfield, much like any other.’
plink saw the light of ideas swirling around racks of weaponry, the Hunter’s library and even the bonsais poised on his writing desk. The little one looked to the Hunter, who nodded his assent and she went over to the library.
A slim, leather-bound volume seemed almost to leap into plink’s hands as she reached for it. The glow of its thought was blinding and plink turned away as it fell open, its pages turning rapidly. In the sound of pages turning, the book spoke directly to the little mind. Its voice was gentle and firm as the wind. It taught and plink understood.
‘Ghost Hunter,’ she called to her teacher. ‘I understand now. I must seek knowledge and master it.’
‘My task is nearly complete.’ The Ghost Hunter reappeared with another book in his hands. ‘The arts of double-clutch heel’n’toe and of defending yourself are contained therein. Now go forth. The Third Man awaits.’

posted by plink @ 10:04 pm