The Beginning of the End Pt. 2

2011
05.18

IT WAS LATER that evening that Kat knew hunger for the first time in her life. Food was plentiful in a village filled with capable woman. She had been full to her stomach since the day she was born and now she could not even remember her last meal. Her stomach growled angrily as she walked as if each step burned whatever meager amount of food she held within her belly.

She wanted to stop and find a cavern to eat at but she didn’t want to use her small amount of money unless it was absolutely necessary to. Hunger stabbed at her relentlessly till she had to lean down on a log and rest there for awhile. It was only a matter of time till she would collapse, she thought.

Finally, giving way to her needs, Kat went along the dark road hoping to be able to stop at the next place and get some food. It took her a while to realize that she was lost. She was in the woods now but the path was unclear to her and the road was getting more and more harder to see.

She walked for awhile longer, feeling like a lost puppy and grieving her reckless decision to leave home, when she bumped into something. She was sure, by the light of the moon that there was no tree in front of her and yet when she reached out she felt a solid surface underneath her touch.

She reached out her hand again, expecting to touch air when instead she felt her hand graze something that felt like glass. She was starting to think that her hunger was driving her insane when she heard voice beyond the barrier.

“There, there, m’dear, do not let this go so easily…yes, infact…”

She couldn’t quite make out the rest but she was determined to get through the barrier. She knew that there were people behind it and she was sure those people had food. It was either getting through the barrier or starvation. There really wasn’t much of a choice.

She took out the ax from her pack and hefted it back before slamming it down forward with all her might. It landed with a loud bang.  She heard something similar to a crap but could not see it with her eyes. She continued hacking away at the unseen barrier until she could see peeks of the dark gloomy air. If she thought she were insane before now she really did.

The barrier continued to open wider and wider until it was just big enough for her to crawl through. Beyond the barrier she could make out row as of houses in semi-darkness though there were lights lined along the streets to see the paths. After putting away the ax she steps inside the portal and takes a deep breath. Food, was all that was on her mind right now. But where to find it?

Suddenly from the corner of her eyes she saw a person creeping along the trees. He had the look of someone who had just stolen something and she was curious to find out who he was. And why was his town encased in the unseen shield.

She decided to get to him, but she’d have to make sure that she saw him before he saw her or else Kat was sure he would run off.

She crept silently beside him and whispered, “What are you doing here?”

He jumped in frighten then grabbed her by the arm, pulling her behind the tree as well.  ”I should be asking you the same. You know as well as I that we are not allowed outside perimeters after nine.”

“What are you talking about, there is no such thing..”

But the boy was not looking at her anymore, now his gaze strayed to the road where two figures walked along.

“Are they looking for you?” She whispered

“Yes! Now be quiet or we’ll both be caught.” he retorted.

Kat looked at him warily, trying to figure out what sort of trouble he was in. Was she consorting with an escaped prisoner. Was she herself in danger for being so near him? The boy was a little taller than her, lean and reluctant as most males were his age.

He had obviously spent long hours at work. Kat could just make out muscles along his arm. They were not huge but apparently strong nonetheless. He looked capable of taking both those men out with one shot, so why were they hiding here behind a tree?

Kat glanced at the boy beside her considering her options. Her stomach growled noisily and she wanted to get away from this tree as soon as possible. “What is your name?”

The boy glanced at her sharply, “What makes you think I’ll tell you that?”

“Well, look-whoever you are- where is the nearest food market, or inn? I’m starving to death here, and I don’t know where the heck I am.”

The boy stared at her in open amusement, “You can’t be serious. Are you insane.”

Funny, Kat had just been thinking the same thing minutes ago when she was behind the shield.

“Yes, I am. Where is this place and what’s with the shield. I had to hack it through it to get over here.”

The boy laughed loudly, “You really are a luny aren’t you? Everyone here knows that the shield is impenetrable.”

Kat raised her eyebrows, “Well your so called impenetrable shield has been cracked. My ax wasn’t even as sharp as it usually is.”

“You have a weapon?” The boy asked in wonder. His face had turned from wistful to utterly bewildered. “All weapons have been confiscated by the Elders five years ago…You mind if I see it?”

Kat took out the ax from her pack and carefully handed it to the boy. He gazed at the ax for what seemed like decades till his gaze slid up to hers. “Where were you able to get this from.”

“At the Clemens ironing shop, owned by my father.”

He gazed at her with open confusion, obviously contemplating whether she was really crazy or not.

It looked like he was going to say more but then a figure from the air came out and was about to attack them.

“Look out!” Kat screamed as she ran to the side. The boy veered left then, trying to avoid the mans fists, and kicks; then seemed to remember that he had a weapon in his hand. He swung straight out, and without any warning the attacker fell at his knees then crumpled to the ground.

The boy stared for a moment, it was easy to tell he has not quite as used to killing as Kat was. She gently removed the ax from his hands and started to go down toward the road.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“To find food-that’s where! I’m not going to stay behind some tree all day waiting for someone to attack me.”

“Wait…follow me. I know somewhere we could go.”

The Beginning of the End

2011
05.17

 ALL WAS LOST for Kat Clementine when the blade, slick with blood, slashed into the man’s head. She had not meant to kill him, but she did. She had not meant to betray her family’s trust by doing this, but she had been given no other choice. The odds were against her and she had to act fast. They all thought she was a monster to begin with; now she was only confirming their assumption that she really was to be feared.

The town square was filled with onlookers drawn in by the screams and gasps, and the sickening scent of death in the air. They enjoyed the show, Kat thought, wiping the blade over her dirty jeans, trying to get rid of some of the blood on it. The villagers enjoyed watching the dead for some unearthly reason and it made Kat question them even more for perceiving her as a monster; a killer-yes, but it was not as though she had enjoyed doing it.

“What the blimey just happened here?” Said an advancing guard.

Fingers all around pointed at Kat and she suppressed a weary sigh. The man took in Kat’s bloody pants and sword then let his eyes stray to the decapitated man on the ground. He then looked up, and Kat could almost see the fear in his eyes.

“It was the man who swung first, sir. I was merely defending myself.” Kat said, slipping her sword into its sheath at her side.

The guard looked confused, then some realization seemed to wash over him. “Aren’t you Clemens’s daughter? What is a dam like you wielding that for,” he said, pointing at the sword at Kat’s side as if it were a dangerous toy mistakenly given to a child.

“Self defense,” Kat declared. “Woman need it as much as these men do these days. Who else can we rely on to save us?”

I took a little more than two seconds for the guard to realize that Kat’s response was made to be an insult. He gritted his teeth, his fists clenching as if ready to hit something.

“Now, look here you–”

Kat jumped into the air and landed behind the guard, sword held against his neck. She could feel his trembles of fears as he tried to move though Kat kept a firm grip. The crowd gasped, and the guards stood still as if contemplating what to do next.

Kat dropped the sword from the guards neck and pushed him to the ground.

“Next time do your job and-”

An arm yanked Kat away from the guard and she stumbled onto the ground. She glanced up in fury and shuddered when she saw who it was.

“Jeremy, it wasn’t me this time!”

“I’ve had just about enough of this Kat. You’ve gotten far cockier than your worth.”

“But the man tried to rob me!”

“Was that the reason why you killed him?”

Kat gazed into Jeremy’s eyes and realized no explanation could stop his fury. The guard stood up and stiffly walked toward them.

“We should have her locked up! We can’t have a murderer running ‘muck. She needs to be taught discipline before it’s too late for her.”

Kat almost smiled to herself, it was already too late for that.

Jeremy looked from Kat to the guard then yanked her from the ground, “Do not worry sir, I will make sure to give her what she deserves.”

Jeremy dragged Kat to her feet and pulled her by the arm all the way home.

“I can’t believe that you did this again; after we just finished telling you not to!” Mr. Clementine yelled at home. “You’ll be the death of us, Kat, I swear it!”

Mrs. Clemens who had fainted on the chair moments before had reawakened and was now looking blankly at Kat as if she had already given up all hope.

“What would your sisters say!” she exclaimed breathlessly. She looked on the verge of fainting again and Kat’s father went to steady her.

Kat’s family was small, consisting primarily of her father, mother and herself. Her sisters were actually her aunts, though since they were all generally the same age they considered each other as such.

It was her sister Harriet who had taught her how to fight, and her other sister Celia who had taught her self defense. They were the two most important people in her life. She was ashamed to have disappointed them but desperate times called for desperate measures and when she felt trapped she striked and she striked hard. The man she had killed was getting charged for rape and was going to be hanged the next day anyway, though she hadn’t bothered to share that with her uncle as they walked home. She enjoyed her quarrels with him–serious as they were.

Kat let them chide her a bit longer before turning to leave the room but then Jeremy stopped her.

“Wait!” He said. Then he walked up to her and snatched her sword from her side.

“You’ve killed enough for a life time.” He said.

Kat sighed, “Jeremy, you know I never kill without a reason.”

Jeremy scoffed, “And how is reason ever stopped you from being a killer before Kat? How could I not assume that it was done on a whim? ”

Kat decided that it was time to tell him the truth about the man when she heard a knock at the door.  Her father opened the door to find two guards at the door, one of them the guard Kat had insulted in the square.

“My sincerest apologies” The guard said, his head bent low, “Your daughter had successfully captured a mad man we’d been trying to capture for days. If not for her he would have gotten away. We have come to show our gratitude.”

Kat’s father stood dazed at the door, clearly confused. And Jeremy fumed next to Kat as if he were mad that he wouldn’t be able to chastise her anymore.

“Thank you.” Kat’s father said as he closed the door.

“There seems to have been a slight mishap.” He says, looking directly at Kat.

“Your innocent, is what I heard. And I believe you.” He goes over to Jeremy and tugs the sword out of his hands, “Continue to do what you’re doing.” he said.

The he left the room, sense of relief in his tense shoulders. Kat’s mother followed suit after a moment, not having much of anything to say.

Jeremy and Kat were left in the room. His fists were tightened in rage.

“Watch yourself, Kat. One day you’ll get what you deserve–just like Celia and Harriet.”

Kat shrugged, having been accustomed to getting threatened since the age of three. No one actually cared to carry them out, especially since she always kept a knife or sword with her at all times–even in her sleep.

With that said Jeremy left as well, and Kat had no choice but to make a decision she’d been warring against for years; the decision to leave home–permanently.

Red Alert

2011
05.17

Why did I have to go and do that?

Do what?

You know.

No, I don’t know. What are you talking about?

Why did I turn into this, this…

…yes?

This just isn’t me. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, and I don’t get high off of anything except for Sharpies.

No, it isn’t you. You’re better than this Cath.

Am I really?

Yeah, and if you fall off the tracks again I’ll be there to pick you up.

I smile.

You really mean that?

Cath, you know I’m always here for you. Always and forever.

Even if I never stop…

Even then. But I promise, you’ll definetly find the will stop.

How can you be so sure?

He smiles. Because you have me.

Arrogant jerk, I say. Inside I think–I’m in love. And today I will stop.

This time, for good.

Remember This, Pt. 2

2011
05.17

SHE’S BACK

All day at Riverside High school the rumor was that Karen Golding was back.

“You know that nerd who tripped on the benches during the football game. With the huge glasses and the weird looking pigtails?” said Aaron.

“Why would I care?” Jack said uneasily, trying to hide his grimace, “It’s not like we don’t already have enough nerds going around here.”

He lifted his chin at a passing guy with glasses and a large stack of books too big for his arms to carry. One of the jocks stuck out his foot while he was walking and the kid fell flat on his face, his books scattering everywhere.

Jack and his friends laughed. Nothing like watching a nerd get his daily dosage of harassment at lunch break. He only wished he’d done it himself, then he would have gotten the satisfaction of seeing the fear in his eyes as he fell. At least that would have relieved his stress over the fact that his ex-girlfriend was back–which meant that the fact that he had dated her might possibly become known to the public and his image as the most popular guy in school would be ruined.

He had to get rid of the ugly before it was too late. But How?

“Yeah. Did you see her man? One year away in Germany and she comes back as a total hottie.” His friend Daren said.

Jack nearly toppled over, “Dude, have you lost your mind. Are you blind or something?”

“No man, I’m not kidding you—she looks like she had a full body surgery.”

Jack stared wide eyed at his friends. They had to be kidding. There was no way Karen and the word hottie could ever be fit into the same sentence. It just didn’t go like that. Rich maybe, but definitely not hot. Jack shook his head as if trying to get rid of non-important thoughts and tried to change the subject.

After a minute he realized that his friends weren’t listening to him anymore and everyone in the entire outdoor cafeteria had stopped talking and were looking at something beyond his view.

Curious as to what they were staring at Jack stood up and decided to go see it for himself. He always enjoyed watching fights, or even better—joining them.

“This should be interesting,” he said before leaving the table.

Before he could get up a hand yanked his shirt collar and he was thrown back down at his seat. Angry at who had dared touch him, Jack Michaels, football champion and school president two years in a row, he threw a searing glare at the person who stood above him.

Slowly his scowl left his face, replaced by a great big O.

There stood a girl with a stack of books in her arms and the nerd from before standing behind her.

“Hey Jack, help me carry back this kids books to his locker. ” She said, her dark brown curly hair glistening in the sunlight, her blue eyes capturing his in a challenging stare.

She was the most beautiful girl Jack had ever seen in his life. Everything from head to toe about her was perfect—her dark blue summer dress clung to her in all the right places.

“Who are you?” He asked stunned.

“Did you forget already? It’s me, Karen.”

Jack continued to stare at her in disbelief. He could almost hear every person gasp in unison.

“What.”

The girl laughed, causing his insides to swirl and his gaze to linger on her mouth.

She then pointed at a burn mark on her upper arm, in the shape of an J.

“Remember this?” She asked.

Jack stared at it long and hard hardly taking pause for breath.

Oh hell, he thought.  Jack suddenly remembered what his older sister had told him a few years ago before she left for college, “Don’t lead on girls so much Jack. Never underestimate the power of a woman’s scorn. ”

But he shrugged it off. Besides Karen didn’t hold grudges. He knew Karen more than anyone and she’d never do anything to hurt him intentionally. And plus, she was hot. Why not? He thought smiling devilishly.

“Sure no prob,” he said, grabbing the books from her arms.

The light brush of his hand on her arms sent shivers through Jack, though when he looked up to meet her stare he saw a glint in her eyes that made him shiver in an entirely different way.

“Let’s go,” she said, turning her back to him and facing the nerd.

After giving his shocked friends his smile of victory he followed after Karen not knowing at all what hell he was in for.

Remember This, Pt. 1

2011
05.17

A story of revenge and retribution…

OUR LAST goodbye was a memory that will forever be labeled as the worst day of my life. That day I was hurt, betrayed, and eaten up from the inside out to the point where I felt like I didn’t exist, that life was all one big dream I was now waking up from.

It hurts the most to be betrayed by the person you love than it is being betrayed by anyone else. I felt foolish and stupid and a million other hatreds for myself for being so foolish, though I really should have been aiming my anger at him. Him, the person I had stupidly given myself to and yet he had thrown me to the ground without a second look at what he’d done. Nevertheless, being the idiot I was, I continued on loving him, as if that day hadn’t existed, as if he actually loved me too.

I knew that I had blacked out that day because when I woke up I was in a hospital bed, and he was there hovering over me as if he actually cared if I were alive or not.  At first I was hopeful, but then he asked if I was going to press charges or not. When I muttered a hollow “no” he patted me on the head like he would a little girl or a pet and walked away as if everything were okay.

Everything was not okay.

I wanted him to stop being ashamed of me being his girlfriend. Was I not pretty enough, not smart enough, not gusty enough? I needed to know why, but he didn’t even care to give me an answer.  I deserved better, I knew, but what really came out of all of this was the knowledge that I was lost without him. That was the kind of pathetic person I was.

Before my life  consisted of only him, nothing else mattered to me. I did everything for him to the point that I would have been perceived as a mindless fan-girl. I had wasted the last two years of my life trying to make him love me, to get nothing in return. In a way, I guess you could say he was doing me a favor by leaving me.

The old me has been thrown out the window, and the new me is coming out of its shell.

All I know is this—Jack Michaels will pay for what he did to me.

And I will not rest until he is begging at my feet for mercy.

                                                               -         From the diary of Karen Golding

Raven in the Dark, Pt.4

2011
05.16

Sebastian sighs, and moves away from me. “You’re new right? Get away while you still can. I’ll stall the werewolves & the old hag. You make a run for it.”

I stare at him, trying to keep my jaw from falling to the ground in shock.

Then I look down at the money in my lap and ask “Why are you doing this?”

My first instinct is to take the cash, run off with it and give my brother Ian the first real meal he’s had in 6 months, but something makes me stay.

Sebastian smiles in a way I’d never seen a Paranormal smile before; kind with a set of sincere turquoise eyes.

“You obviously need it more than I do,” he smiles, jerking his head at my outfit.

 I blush, and nervously pull on the edges of my thigh-lenght dress.

Then suddenly all laughter leaves his expression and he looks at me again, this time with eyes filled with worry. “This is the kind of job that can break you. While you’re still new and have a chance, I suggest you leave it and find refuge with the Shifters.”

Shifters are the Paranormals who are closest to human-kind. For a small fee of monthly payments a human can board in one of their refuge houses for up to a year. I planned to go there with Ian once I’d managed to make enough from working at the Rave, but now I had enough to live their for more than a year.

I’m speechless, and stare at the money on my lap again. Then I look up at him and smile, the most genuine smile I’ve been able to make in who knows how long.

“I can’t thank you enough…” I gulp, feeling a lump in my throat, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. It’s the least I can do after what we did to your race.”

He scowls and stands, pulling me up with him.

I gather the money up in my hands and neatly fold it, placing it somewhere where I’m sure no one would be able to see it.

“Well, thanks you anyways.” I say.

A werewolf stumbles out of door with a girl who looks half dead, but somewhat still alive. I gasp when I recognize the person. Cass.

Guilt climbs up my throat as I turn my head away. How could I take this money and not think of the others who might end up working here for the rest of their lives.

But I couldn’t help them now. Right now my priority is Ian.

I vow to come back to help them if I ever gain the ability to in the future and begin to walk away, but before I do someone calls out my name.

“Reina.” I turn around sharply, and he smiles. “Sorry, I meant Lydia.”

Sebastian walks over the short distance between us and takes my hand in his. He turns my palm forward in his hands and uses his other to write something down.

A phone number?

 “If you ever need my help again, here’s where to reach me,” he says, writing the last digit on my palm.

When he lets go I can still feel the tingles from where his hand touched mine, and scrutinize the writing on my hand.

I nod, and I suddenly have the urge to stay there with him and forget myself.

 Forget the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything in days, forget the fact that humans are becoming extinct, forget the fact that by tomorrow he’ll have forget all about me, and even if he remembers me I will be remembered as his charity case.

But then he surprises us both by leaning in and pressing his lips against my forehead, the feeling warm and comforting. Magical.

“Be safe Reina.”

He slowly releases me and turns away.

I watch him as he walk to the end of the hall, and wonder if I’ll ever see him again.

 ***Note: Parts 1-3 are in previous posts.

I. Am. Silence

2011
05.13

THE WORLD IS filled with sounds. The crashing of the waves on the shore, the eagles crowing in the sky, the laughter of children, the bark of a dog. But me, I am silent. Forever silenced by that one wretched day that claimed the lives of those who had raised me and carried me in their arms as a baby.

Mom, dad…where are you right now?

Of course no answer came, just the crashing of the waves and the slow thump of my heart. I could not even remember what my mother looked like though somewhere deep inside I felt that I should know. I was nearly seven when it had happened. It’s said that I watched them both die before my eyes, though I had no recollection of anything beyond March 15th ten years ago.

I somewhat remembered my father though. A stout burly man with eyes that matched the calm of the sea, and the storm when he was mad. They were shaded blue and clear of doubt, just like my own were. I solemnly remembered us playing in the sand, building our own sand castles along our beach home, and then crashing them down once we’d thought the other wasn’t looking.

Those were the good times…gone forever as if it were swept underneath my parents’ grave.

I was told that seeing their deaths was so dramatic for a person as young as me to witness that I had lost my ability to speak.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk. There were nights where I lay curled up on my side, and screamed for all my worth—but not a sound escaped from my mouth. And then I would squeeze my eyes shut and cry silently into my pillow. The memory always flashed then, my last memory before the muteness.

A memory of the last words I spoken when I could still speak.

“Mommy, daddy, don’t leave me.” I cried through sobs and hiccups. “Please, please don’t go and leave me here all alone.”

I was in a dark corner of my bedroom where they had told me I to stay. My brown bear, Melli, was clutched tightly in my arms as my body convulsed with shivers and tears.

My mom and dad both exchanged looks before turning back to me.

“Now Isolde,” my mother had said. “Let’s make a deal here.”

I nodded my head, and tried to control the shivers I felt racking my body.

“If you stay here, and are completely quiet. I promise…” She put her hand over her heart, and then her voice quivered and she looked away.

Dad stepped forward, making sure to block out my mother’s sign of weakness.

 “Stay here, and be the quietest you can be, and we promise to come back for you as soon as we can.”

He smiled at me, a bittersweet smile, though it warmed me nonetheless. He put a hand through my hair, and then kissed both my cheeks.

“Remember, sweetheart. You must be silent.”

I smiled up at dad and pretended to zip my lips the way the teachers did in kindergarten to get us to quiet down.

“That’s my girl.” Then he gathered my mom in his arms and steered her with him towards the door of my room.

That’s when I heard the door break down, and the sound of a room full of balloons popping simultaneously all at once.

Gunshots.

My dad went down first, followed by my mom who mumbled a large grunt as she hit the cold-hard floor.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell. But no sound came out.

It was as if I was in a dream, and everything that was happening across the room was happening to another person. Not me.

Even while my parents were dying on my bedroom floor I had followed their orders.

I was silent—right to the bitter end.

But they hadn’t held up their part of the deal. They were supposed to come back for me, right?

Dad never broke one of his promises to me before. As long as I kept to my end of the deal they would eventually come back for me.

So I sat in that corner as silent as ever, rocking back and forth, focusing on the way Melli’s fur felt pressed against my face.

A promise is a promise. They’re coming back for me, I repeated in my head.

Each agonizing second I came closer and closer to the horrible truth.

1- My parents’ gory bodies on the ground lay motionless; they were even more silent than me. 2- Dad had the ability to break his promises. And 3- They were never coming back to me again.

It had all been a lie.

Reunion in Nightla

2011
05.13

I WAS LOST.

I’ve always known the way back home but today somehow I’d forgotten. Years and years of practice and concentration were proved useless as I focused my energy on the steel lock over the portal.

Wiling the power to run throughout my body and eventually to my nimble fingers I reached out to open the door. This was the most agonising part of coming back home. The light. Move, or think, or even breathe and it disappears and you have to start looking all over again. Thus far I’ve lost the thin ball of blue-tinged light over fifteen times.

“Ariella!” Someone shouted at me.

I looked to the right side of the portal. It was Raynen. He was holding the bright ball of light as if it were cool blue, harmless fire. I took in his broad chest, his sharp features and his Yongerry-styled clothing and immediately felt a startling rush of nostalgia. His sweet smile that alighted from my reaction only made the feeling in the pits of my stomach grow stronger.

I was home.

 I am where I’ve always belonged. And this time I’ll never leave again. I’d content myself to simplicities. I convinced myself while coming here that sometimes the simplest way of living could be for the best. Nearing Raynen’s towering form I ignored the constant voice in my head that kept saying that I’d ran home like a coward.

“So,” said Raynen, “I hear you’re back for good.”

I grinned, “You heard right. Get ready for a nightmare. I promise to cause mischief and chaos where ever our paths may cross.”

He grinned back, a slow graceful motion of his lips that made the flaming blue light in his hand seem almost dull in comparison.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He came forward and brushed a piece of darkly coloured hair behind my ears. I blushed wondering what could’ve ever made me turn away from this…this feeling of  happiness, security, and love.

Power, it was power that drove me away. I was a sour greed who went looking for it and ended up with nothing in the end. The only feeling I had left in me then was the burning need for things to return to how they were before.

This simple, happy way of living–I had to someone make it my own.

The light slowly lifted from Raynen’s palm and opened the portal, the path to our world. He’d done it so easily that I’d gasped. The power emanating in ripples through the air proved just how powerful he’d gotten since I’d last seen him. 

I guess things had changed, time had passed since last I’d visted my home, the city of Nightla.

Eurësilian

2011
05.13

I have one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth but the brown one sees much, much more. I’ve known this since I was very little, so small that I couldn’t quite make it up on top of the kitchen’s countertops, and yet had the sense to drag a stool over to stand on it before climbing easily onto it afterward. 

I knew that Mama didn’t know who my real father was. I knew that Papa had never truly loved Mama, though held his family dear to his heart. I knew that my sister Ranlia had always envied my darksome hair that glowed in moonlight. I knew that she had tried to cut it off when I was a baby. My green eye saw all the ugly truth the world had to offer, which turns out to be plenty.

The other eye had taken me much more time to figure out exactly what it did. The visions-whether in the past or the future, revealed itself through that eye. At first I thought it was a normal thing to know your dog would die on your eleventh birthday until I realized later on that it was not. Otherwise Mama and Ranlia wouldn’t have been so shocked to find him cold and lifeless on the windy grass that dreadful afternoon.

This all-knowing gift I had scared my parents and sister witless until they no longer saw the need to keep me under their wing. By the age of fifteen my parents had given me money and some clothes, my sister her favorite blue ribbon, and sent me off on my own. Into the world, all by myself, not quite yet a woman though not the little girl I was before. I had seen this coming though, and had prepared myself for it.

I was strangely tall for my age, my different colored eyes just as equally strange.  My skin was a pale olive tone, my dark hair long and lengthy behind my back. I knew where I had to go, where all of my kind must go when they’ve been abandoned–The Outlands. I saw it in a vision some nights ago and realized what my destination was. I knew what I was even before I stepped away from my house on the outskirts of town and bid my parents farewell.

 I was a Eurësian.

Deep down inside I felt that this truth had always existed inside of me, it just took till now to reveal itself. And now here I was, walking the path of a Eurësilian; which meant that I’d rely of fate and fortune alone to guide my will and lead me towards the light.

Moonlit Escape

2011
05.11

WE WERE FALLING, and there was no way to stop us.

Nothing would ever be able to tear us apart again. We would either live or die trying. I could give up anything in the world but David. It was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make.

The thought of us being caught made my heart thud with anxiety and my hands shake in fear.

“You, okay Mace?” David asked; his amber eyes filled with concern. “Just a little longer, and I promise we’ll be gone for good.”

I glanced at David as he finished putting the raft together, his slender back hunched over the raft as he tightened a rope with a fierce tug. David was a sight to behold, wearing nothing but a thin clean white shirt, and tight breeches that showed his masculinity. He shoulders were large and wide, as if they were made for the purpose of me lying against them. We were going down the river because it was the fastest route of escape. It also provided enough espionage so that our disappearance would go unnoticed.

On the river a broken dart of moonlight splintered on the sea. The effervescent reflection caused my stomach to tighten with conflicting bittersweet emotions. I smiled at the image, and tried to embed it in my mind for late.

It would be the last memory of my home. The last memory I would have of the place I had lived in for the past seventeen years of my life.

David looked up, and grinned, his eyes shining in the moonlight.

“All ready to go.”

He strode over to where I stood by the pear tree and gathered me into his arms for a warm embrace.

He sighed, and breathed into my hair. “Mace, you’re the loveliest thing in the universe.” His arms wrapped around me tighter, as if to assure me that he’d never let go. “After today I’ll be yours forever.”

I felt my insides melt, and grow hotter. It was then that I realized that where ever David was with me would always be home, no matter where we went.

“And I will forever be yours as well.” I breathed into his ear.

I smiled at the distorted light in the river and whispered ‘goodbye’ to it as David’s head lowered and his lips pressed against mine.

I was complete, I was whole, the night we left on our moonlit escape.