I know every detail about every version of herself she has ever been. Her crazy curly hair The way she thought her happiness being taken away wasn’t fair I’ve seen her crooked braces smile go to a frown And how her world was turned upside down But it’s not her fault The world has its own plan and you’re just in it She grew up too soon, And now I’m the only one who remembers the girl who used to dream of making a boys heart swoon
Azalea shivered, wrapping her shawl around her tighter. Her footsteps splashed in the puddles as she made a steady rhythm with her shoes.
Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Splash! Tap.
The crown atop her head kept slipping, as if even it believed she wasn’t fit to rule.
No matter, she thought to herself, steeling her resolve. My aunt is dead, there is no turning back. I must become the queen of Peace City.
Even though the era she would rule would be the hardest, what with the humans and exiled fire village nipping at her feet, she would have to show her people she was the leader they dreamed she was.
To her left was a vast forest, the trees so close together no starlight gleamed through, EVER. To the right was the city. From the loud cheers and excited announcers, it was clear a football game was being hosted.
She scoffed. Typical.
Nobody here cared about anyone else except for themselves. A dog eat dog world, as the humans call it.
They even have their royalty do this stupid trial to prove their worth. She thought of just leaving, hopping on a spaceship and living a peaceful life on Earth. But would she really be happy if that was her decision?
Living a life that changes nothing. That borders on cowardice and arrogance.
Even if her people didn’t care about others, she sure as hell did.
Snowflakes formed as she let out a deep breath, trying to calm her mind.
Panicking and having theoretical discussions in her head would do nothing for her situation. No. What she needed to do was finish the trials.
And she was in luck, the palace gates were up ahead, vines entangled in its iron bars.
Her feet moved before her body did, racing faster and faster to the finish line, her breaths coming in short and painful.
She did it. Visions of a changed world danced through her head, giving her hope.
The kingdom would live on. Mighty and strong.
In my world, there’s a famous motto everyone lives by: ‘If you’re weak, then you are worthless.’
You see, people here believe personalities and emotions are unnecessary. A nuisance.
But I couldn’t help but cry as I walked through the grassy plains of Earth. My family. My friends. They’re all dead.
And for what? The kingdom’s safety? Giving purpose to death and murder is making excuses for your failures.
How could this happen? The humans were supposed to be peaceful.
Heh. Clearly they aren’t.
My knees feel weak and my eyelids heavy. The ground comes closer and closer until I’m just laying there. Laying in a sea of bodies.
Rain comes down, splashing against my cheek and mixing with the tears sliding down my face and off the cliff of my chin.
The battle for our new world killed more than it saved. The battle for freedom has resulted in eternal slavery.
Bits of mud scatter into the air as my fist grinds into the dirt. If I ever see that damned commander again I swear I’ll rip his face off.
This wasn’t war. This was a massacre.
Are you afraid of the dark? Of what lurks in the shadowy unknown? Visions of moaning monsters crawling on top of your bed, with razor sharp teeth, ready to chomp down on your neck. Your teddy bear, laying next to you, it’s face concealed. But you can see the smile. Somehow, somewhere, it’s plans of murder are there. So you pray the morning comes quickly, while your heart pounds louder than ever before. Footsteps echo through the hallway… but are they friend or foe? Beloved mother or 3 legged ghost? You should be afraid of the dark.
One is red and one is white. The petals of that beautiful night. The rockets shone in the light, The blue appeared in the final fight. These colors represent A flower pure and full of content. It has the power to save one life. Don’t take it for granted, Don’t hate it with all your might. This flower will take flight, It’s petals turning to Stars and Stripes. This flower gave proof through the night, That our flag was still there.
I feel disconnected from everyone. The only smells i smell are disappointment. The only sights I see are failure. The only things I hear are judgement. The only things I taste is the sickness inside me. When these feelings become too much, I just sink. I used to have some type of shield that protected me from the hurt, but it’s gone now. I can no longer rely on the cold feel of protective metal in my hands. Today, I believe, is the last time I will sink. Frustration froths at my feet, chilling me to the bone. Their piercing stares land on me, one by one. Relentless, like the small waves children play with at the beach. Then, the worst of the worst came. I saw it before it even reached me. A huge wave of sadness, incapable of dying down at this point. Larger than a tsunami. It rushed over me, and I tumbled. Down, down, down , down. Until I reached the very bottom. After that, I never opened my eyes again.
