“Koruan?” Fenris stared as crystalline tears tracked down the other boy’s face. “Are you alright?” he tried to keep his voice soft, void of the panic that was swelling within him. “What’s wrong?”
Koruan absently drug a hand across his face, never tearing his eyes from the sky. He spoke as if half-asleep already, a trance-like lull. “I’ve never seen the night sky before.”
Fenris watched, in slight concern, as Koruan sat down roughly and laid on the ground. The boy seemed to not even blink.
He sighed contently. “It’s beautiful.”
Fenris eased himself down next to him and laid back. He’s seen the sky a million times before. It was always beautiful.
Tonight though, the galaxy seemed to have come out just for Koruan. The stars and planets, distant galaxies and the arms of this one all dancing together to create something stunning.
The rich black of the sky settled over them, a cover on their own terrarium, just the the two of them. Pin-pricks inlaid with crystals, celestial light behind each one, were the stars, shinning brilliantly in contrast.
The Tear was stark in the sky, glittering a milky white. A porcelain rip in the world gilded with stars.
The moons were grey against the night sky, almost translucent shining bright white in only a sliver of each. The stars emanating from the Tear and the Tear itself provided more than enough light to see by.
It all seemed to be centered on Koruan. As if he was the one who called the ensemble out to play tonight, out of its months of hiding and haze. The sky was crisp and across every fixture in the great dome above them seemed to be written across and placed as it was for him.
Fenris tore his gaze away, and faced Koruan. Suddenly, he felt he understood the Heavens decision. He was bathed in star light. The boy who looked so gaunt and tired and scared. He seemed so much more alive under the stars. They danced across his skin and hair, lighting a fire within his eyes. The splotches of discoloration seemed to take on the same porcelain glow. He was ethereal and beautiful.
That thought broke Fenris from staring. Firmly averting his gaze to the sky, he tried to focus on it again. He was failing. He felt his cheeks burning with a blush and was glad, not for the first time, his dark skin often hid blushes rather well. He scrubbed his face with his hands as if that would rid him of the blush. At the very least it would prevent him from sneaking anymore glances.
This wouldn’t go well if Koruan caught him staring. It felt a shame not to look though.
Fire tumbled across the land, as if a wave. One of destruction and loss, one of heat and chaos.
Everything it’s wispy hands touch dissolve, they’re gone now. Trees and animals, houses and people, water and air, it all goes as the fire rolls.
Ashes are left, grey snow, grey flakes, some are black, some seem beautiful but they’re all evidence of what once was there. The sky fills with ash, filling with grey, as if ink had been dropped and slowly spreads as the white fire eats the world.
Leaving winter for spring. Leaving spring for summer. Summer for autumn. Autumn for winter, and all over again.
Leaving preschool for primary, primary for middle, and middle for high. From high school to college and then you leave those years behind and find a your place in the adult world.
Full of jobs and revolving around money. Eventually you leave the stress, you leave it for happiness for you’ve found your place.
Later, you leave that place, maybe find another—leave it. At some point your tired and you leave working behind.
You rest and enjoy what time is left. But then, you leave that too. You leave the world you knew, the world you shared with so many people, the time is now gone. Maybe even you didn’t get all of it, I’m glad though for the short years I’ve had.
I’m leaving them behind now. To where I’m headed I do not know. I know where I’ve been and I’m sad to leave it, but it must stay behind as I continue.
Or maybe, I don’t. I don’t know, but my time is spent and now I must leave.
Without a single sound The silence sings sweetly Never, though, has it been found With nothing to follow, Every step so loud It stayed hidden, Behind vail and vowed Never to show itself Or ever be heard, For silence can’t be, It can say no word Silence cannot be found alive Silence comes only to the dead Quiet is peaceful, and silence is violent Listen to nature, and listen to your head, Listen to your heart, and listen to yourself Don’t block your thoughts, silence can wait Let the peace and quiet delve
At the top of the hierarchy, highest in the pecking order, in the most extravagant of rooms, in a dress which was made from the expenses and fineries of the world, sat a lady. Hardly sixteen with no childhood to look back on.
Born and bred not for life but for the pleasure of those around her. To be looked at as if she was a painting, to be played with for pleasure at the expensive her own peace of mind and the degradation of her own sanity. Too beautiful to be left alone, too high class to be let out of sight.
She, nightly was tormented by the men in the castle. Even those nights no one snuck into her room sleeplessness took hold, and then if not that the dreams of the night were filled with violations and pain.
The pain of the past night had been unbearable. What had happened was not something she could live with. She already saw the future, as it came—enslavement as a giver of birth.
Chained to the man she could hardly remember the face of, who’d decided to come into her room that night. Who looked for pleasure, who had most likely done this to many other girls of the castle.
She had books though, and the tales she heard, she wrote. As the moon reached its peak, as dawn crept onto the edges of the opposing sky—the devil himself came perched on her windowsill.
Bewildered it was, when she’s asked it for the kiss of death. And baffled was she when when the devil asked if she wanted another way out.
Yesterday and today bends and blurs Days fade into another In a state of in between my brain whirs Cold and hot converse Bored amid entertainment, tired and restless I daze and wake To her, who has carried me, I have unprofessed love Still alive, due to her And for her, I would do anything The thought of saying Hello, for the last time hurts, when being In a state such as I And for her, I live For her, I keep going Because of her, I am alive
Bad fucking idea putting me here. A fucking hospital, of all damn places to be so wildly misplaced. Real medicine and medical practice is not my jam, not at all. Never more than now have I doubted my dad’s advice.
‘The age of magic is dead my son, there’s no use presuming it.’ Way too late am I calling bull though. ‘You’re great at potions, especially those healing ones—you could become a real doctor.’
And here I was, after years of college which, I’d for years told myself there was no way I would go through that when I somehow magic my way into a decent life without that much work.
Nope, nope, I listened though, because how cool would it be to fit in, have a real job.
Not cool. Not fucking cool. It was stressful and is stressful and I might just die, right here. I could brew potions. Potions were my strength. Not fucking whatever shit I’d learned the past forever years of horse crap.
And now here I am, standing like a goddamned faerie in ghost-leg web, stuck and staring as the usuals shuffled and bustled by me.
How did it take until now to realize this was a large fucking mistake. I wasn’t in attire fit for any half-magic piece of shit, no I was in scrubs. Ugly ass things.
First day nerves or the universe trolling the fuck out of me. I was magic, could be the latter, I certainly don’t know.
First step though, never a bad decision to grab a coffee. Caffeine plus whatever I can find in my pockets to get my mind to shut the hell up might just do the trick so I don’t burst out in flames while talking to someone.
