Dear Sanna, I am so sorry...
Hastily I put the letter on our wooden brown table after writing what I knew I needed to. I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew that I must. Or else she is the only thing that will end up destroyed.
I hadn’t meant to fall for her. It was supposed to be a game. A game that involved making a mortal girl fall in love with me, and then viciously stealing her soul and devouring it when I had had enough of her. But that was before I had met Sanna.
She was what brought life and goodness back into my life, she was my hope. But I guess sometimes the darkness cannot be defeated.
I was born a prince of evil, a demon of the 5th realm. Something that could only bring pain and death. Therefore when I saved Azrial for Sanna I had let all the other demons in my land believe that I was weak. And I cannot have that. I won’t have it.
As I cautiously make my way out of the front door of the cottage something bizarre happens. I begin to feel a dash of liquid fall from my eye and scrape down my cheek.
I sigh gently. If only things were different, if only me and her were meant to be...
Suddenly, a rustling comes from within one of the ancient bushes and I quickly draw my steel sword, before a rage twisted on my face.
Right in front of me was a figure, a male one. Azrial.
“What brings you here?” I demand.
“Lord Damion,” He stutters, my sudden arrival clearly surprising him, “I was just coming to see Sanna.” Azrial tells me.
“Why?” I question him, “What business do you have with her?”
His cheeks blush a bright red and I become aware of a letter that he is grasping desperately onto.
“What is that?” I ask, furiously as I already know deep down what it is. For a moment I am ready to punch him, which I have every right to do! But then I think of Sanna and instead I say, “Take good care of her, or else...” and then I am back of walking down the path, trying so hard not to think about what Sanna would say when her perfect ex boyfriend hands her his love letter.
At least she will not be alone. I think to myself, although there is still a pang in my heart...
Slowly I begin to creep amongst the leaves, awaiting the beast that I shall soon slay. If I manage to listen enough and focus then I can her it’s malicious breathe pierce the air. It, like all the others, has to be destroyed...
2 years ago in 2045 the oceans and waters were drained, so that they would become drinkable. We all rejoiced at having conquered what our ancestors feared: The deep murky depths. But we were all so Naive.
No more than two months before they were drained a group of women protested in the city’s. They claimed to have been Hedge Witches who had travelled to the realm of the fae, and they warned us that if we proceeded to destroy the oceans then we would let out things of unimaginable evil. But of course we ignored them.
Three months later 1/3 of the entire population was wiped out. See what we were all unaware of was that the oceans had been used as cages to keep demons and dark spirits away from human kind. Therefore when we drained them all these beasts we set free.
I still remember it perfectly. The echoing sound of the horn of our village being sounded. People letting out petrified screams before being torn apart by sets of vicious teeth. My Papa telling us that everything would be alright as tears ran down both mine and Mamas face as he went to get the gun. My Mama eventually going after him when he never returned. And the death-defying blood-curdling screams of them both as they were shredded into pieces.
I knew then when they died that I would never be truly happy again, but I don’t care. For who needs happiness when you can have vengeance instead?
Grrrrhhh! The small growl of the monster that I was originally here to kill snaps me out of my chain of thought. It was not a loud growl, more like a soft whisper which could have perhaps been misinterpreted as a screech in the wind. But I am used to this game by now, and I know a growl when I hear one.
Cautiously, I begin to move forwards more, so that it’s slimy dark purple huge back is now visible to me. ‘Gottya’ I think to myself, a smirk denting my small blood-smeared face...
I should have known that he wasn’t okay, during the last few days his head had begun to shake, as it always does when he is anxious. Yet I ignored it.
For a reason that I am not yet ready to admit to myself, as I know that if it is to be the truth then my heart will shatter. So now I wander down the dark, isolated hallways of Halfboonsmanor, hoping for a lie.
As my feet scrape against the ancient tiles I begin to hear a muffled voice coming from the door on my left. My breathe suddenly begins to hitch as I brace myself for what or who awaits behind it.
After what seems like hours, but what was probably just a few minutes, my shaking hand reaches for the doorknob. Then I twist it and push.
I don’t believe that anything in my entire life could have prepared me for the horrifying scene that lay beyond that red rusty door. Which made my very being crumble and salty tears soon pick at my eyes.
For right in front of me was the deadly still body of my brother, and his capture was standing above him, his hands covered in a death-defying red.
This man was my brothers murderer. His kidnapper. But to me:
This man was Max Aston, my Fiancé...
The willow tree whispered in my ear, it’s breathe brushing against me, so calm and peaceful, as it shed its final tear.
I pondered on what to do, Should I run, or should I cry, I wondered and wondered on what was best to do.
Before I knew it tears were sliding down my cheek, And no matter what I tried to think, I never stopped feeling so empty and so week.
If only we had know better, If only we had cared. About the environment around us, And the forests that used to be shared...
Her hand grasps tightly on mine and I hear the trumpets music echo all throughout the town. I had to hold on tighter, I thought, and so I gripped her hand so hard that it would most likely leave a burn for later. ‘Ivy....’ She says calmly towards me, and I loosen my grip. ‘I am to be married.’ I speak, while Ivy tears form from my eyes and freeze when they reach my cheek. ‘Oh....’ I hear her whisper. I thought we had more time, but I was wrong. When the prince comes, he will viciously rip we away from these arms and take me to the palace where I will be made his bride. Yet little does he know it is his sister, the princess, that owned my heart I think silently as I look back into Anastatia’s eyes .........
Her hand grasps tightly on mine and I hear the trumpets music echo all throughout the town. I had to hold on tighter, I thought, and so I gripped her hand so hard that it would most likely leave a burn for later. ‘Ivy....’ She says calmly towards me, and I loosen my grip. ‘I am to be married.’ I speak, while Ivy tears form from my eyes and freeze when they reach my cheek. ‘Oh....’ I hear her whisper. I thought we had more time, but I was wrong. When the prince comes, he will viciously rip we away from these arms and take me to the palace where I will be made his bride. Yet little does he know it is his sister, the princess, that owned my heart I think silently as I look back into Anastatia’s eyes .........
1845
I cautiously lay the blood red wreath on the grave, as burning hot tears escape my now dead and cold eyes. Dad how could you leave me? I think silently as John lays another newly made wreath on my fathers grave, before hugging me softly. Yet I’m not crying anymore, for I know What I must do, what Dad would want me to do. So I stride away, my head pointed high, as I must be brave, for myself, for my family, and for him.
2020~ I close the book gently. Great, Great, Great Grandmothers Journal seems to stare back at me, it’s eyes harshly judging. For I know what I must do, Julia never did get to reach her goal, she was brutally murdered before she had the chance, so now it’s my job. 56 million pounds just lies lifeless in my camping bag, a 56 million pounds that now has a crucial chance to do something good for the people out there in this world. I take in a huge gasp of air before quickly snapping on my neon green high heels on my feet. See Julia’s mission was a good one, she wanted to donate all that she had for a charity, the charity that helped her father. George Burke had been dyslexic since childhood and the brotherhood of the poor had graciously helped him. Therefore, Julia had seen it has her life’s legacy to help the magical charity grow, and now it was mine.
Dixie wouldn’t be happy, nor would Brenny, they wished to greedily keep this money for themselves, but now I can’t care less. Before striding out of the old mansion, I stare one more at the crooked journal and somehow it’s eyes now seem less harsh and cold, but I see somewhere a hint of light, through the darkness of this one forgotten day........
I stumbled, the grass beneath me swished at my ripped dress, and I fell. My heart was drumming a heavy beat against my chest and my mind was running laps around me. What have I done? The violating voice inside my head spat at me, whilst I was clumsily trying to raise my body from the ground. They will come for me, I knew. I also knew that they would find me soon enough, and that every single gasp of air I consumed could turn into my last breath, and soon enough it would. Just two hours ago the world was fine and I was in safe happy and most importantly alive arms. Alive.... I can’t think about the one I’ve lost or I’ll stop and the weight of the entire world will break my back, while guilt consumes me. Crunch! I hear the leaves crack, but not from my feet, and I know this is it. I’m going to die here, alone, wandering in a forbidden forest, wandering about whom I have lost, wandering about what death will be like, will it hurt? What comes next? Thoughts of heaven and hell surround my mind, body, and soul, are they real? After all that’s happened I’m not sure anymore if anything’s real....... BANG! My thoughts are interrupted by a loud shot, my body goes cold, so cold that my entire body freezes and I begin to see a light. Suddenly my body thumps against the green grass, and I see it’s once emerald colour begin to merge with a pool of red. And my hand falls down, smashing into the crispy leaves and twigs as it slowly and numbly dies. Then my mind goes blank......
