Water laps around my collarbone, each mocking crash of waves over my head a cruel mocking of my racing heart as I fight to stay afloat, spitting and stuttering harsh salt water on each resurface. I was in the middle of who the hell knew where at this point- wherever the currents took me, alongside the wreckage of supplies and ship parts strewn about around me. I mean, I read up on rouge waves but I didn’t know they came out of NOWHERE, I assumed they only occurred during strong storm, but no storm brewed as the ocean gleefully ripped the ship apart.. I don’t know how long ago at this point. It couldn’t have been too long, the sun was still high in the sky, but even minutes became vengeful hours when you were alone, losing sight of my companions almost immediately in the torrential waters. Ironically- a wave of relief filled me as a life jacket floated by, peeking out from some stray driftwood. Swimming desperately, I snatch the life jacket to my chest, clinging to it in order to stay afloat without sinking from exhaustion. Giving me enough of a break to try and shout for my companions- if I hadn’t of completely worn my voice the first minutes of being tossed, shouting out until my throat was red and sore from exertion and salt water that I choked in every time a wave pushed me under. Panting softly, I close my eyes, resting my head on the vest. Coughing every time a wave rose a little too high and filled my nostrils and mouth with a salty sting. I continued resting on the vest until the sun started sinking towards the horizon- night was coming, and that meant predators would be more active -a dread filling my bones with the knowing that I was utterly defenseless in the water. But luckily, time passed, and the moon climbed the sky, and I was still here- floating in a dragging current, uneaten. It was almost funny in a way, I loved all things marine- having a natural curiosity for the animals since I was a child -and yet there was almost no fear as deep seated as my fear for the open ocean. Fear and awe- it was fitting wasn’t it? The largest body of water clearly deserved nothing less. But it’s like they said, curiosity killed the cat and this time, I doubt any worth of satisfaction could bring me back from this dire situation. Yawning, I began to feel my fingers slip off the vest as weariness drug my bones. The water slowly bringing a chill that curled around me and pierced my skin with its icy needles; making me even me drowsy and sluggish. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer… I don’t think that bothered me anymore though. Letting the vest slip through my icy-numb fingers, I allowed the waves to cover my head once more. This time not planning to break its surface once more. I spent my life researching and exploring the ocean and its contents, if I dedicated such time to it, it was only fair if I dedicated my life to its depths as well, was it not?
It must be so lonely to be the sun Everyone says the lonely one is the moon But she’s never alone Someone’s always singing her tune But the sun is forgotten A common past Taken for granted Praise gone too fast For without the sun where would we be? Frozen to death with no moon to see The moon is merely a reflection A diluted version of her beauty But it hurts to appreciate Her rays burn us brutally Yet here we are Awake every morning Here before dawn That’s when she’s tired too Her brightness isn’t as strong Here you can tell her how beautiful she seems Because she deserves it After all it’s our very lives she brings
Blood. That was the first thing I saw. Blood stained dress, blood soaked halls And bodies lining the walls. A dance of carnage and death, Two villains together Dancing a tune Fallen in love years ago Beneath the moon
Why choose the hero? When villains give you anything you need. Piles of gold And gems on bloodied silver platters. All they need to do is plead. A hero will sacrifice you for the world, A villain will burn it to simply fulfill your needs.
But villains are fickle, Loyal to none. Heed a warning, I’ll only give one. Stand too close to the sun, You’re doomed to fall.
Ignorant fool. Here you are, A puddle of your own blood. You really think you were something? They may do anything for you, But their loyalty runs true. Only themselves. How far you’ve fallen, Little one. How does it feel now? To be the victim.
Falling from the sky, A star thrown from grace. The sky can only hold so much, You simply took up too much space. Now here you are, Broken and replaced. The sky full of stars Seeming dead and cold; A place once so magical Now hurt to behold.
The stars smile upon us, as if they knew we’d join them soon. It’s as if they’re dancing in a dream. I lift my head, A piercing grin gracing my lips. Listening to their screams, They thought that when I’d die I’d rise to them, Yet here they are, Dying, Leaving behind fiery streams, Crying, As they fall to me.
Stuck in a dance. Spin, kick, flip, Spin, jump, twist, Spin, dip, and split Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Again. Again. Again. Over, And Over. A Never Ending Cycle. But it needs to end. It needs to end. It has to. The bones are broken and patterns are shattered. You made it out. But to what? There is nothing now. You can’t walk. You can’t dance. There really was no escape.
He places the crown on his head, Heavy isn’t it? A burden to be worn, And yet you still become the cause of many deaths. Do you not hear their cries? Their screams and sighs? Do you not share in their sorrow or their joy? Who are you the king of? A broken country. The subjects revolt, You simply turn them against each other. They can’t fight you if they fight themselves. The bruised broken bodies pile at your feet, Yet you smile. Is this what you want to see? A Queen powders her face. She flaunts a smile of grace, Hiding her seething rage. She is a trophy of the king, A placement, an object, a thing. At the beginning he gave, But now he simply takes. All the smiles, and love, and words. She bows her head and sighs. A soldier draws his sword, He towers over a group of girls. They stole and broke the law, Yet he turns a blind eye when his fellows recklessly swing, Stealing from girls things they can’t get back. How could he stop them? It’s simply a thing that happens. That’s just a fact. A little girl runs, Chasing a butterfly. It was always ahead. She was always behind. It’s not fair It’s not fair. Why are only certain things chosen to fly? A Girl, A King, A Soldier, And a Queen. In this story, Who’ s really free?
32/1212- A strange being waltzed into my court today, she’s unlike any being I’ve encountered (and clearly shows lack of any proper mannerisms). She calls herself a human and refers to my kind as “elves” in sylviathian language. I find it.. odd to say the least. She is accompanied by two Sylvians which explains how she learned the language. But still, she might as well refer to us by our actual race. I mean, what even is an elf??
01/1220- It’s been a few years since I’ve granted sanctuary to the ‘human’ and granted I find her quite adorable with how small and clumsy she is.
21/1253- The human (which is named Katy in her language) has asked me out, I have no idea what she means by this but it may be fun?
34/1276- She has been courting me for awhile and she’s sweet, and smart, and she’s seen so much already. Being in line to the throne I haven’t exactly had much time to go out and see the places outside Myrith.
12/1280- My mother died today, I will be appointed Queen tomorrow. I’m quite apprehensive of the whole ordeal and I hope to be an adequate ruler for my people
17/1291- WE GOT MARRIED! I have never been so happy before. I am so glad I’ve had my wife alongside me throughout these past few years, she’s made me better than I could’ve been alone. I can’t ask for a better wife.
A storm in a teacup, they say A tempest in a small flimsy vessel But oh, how it can shake us to our core Sometimes even more than a hurricane
A mere gust of wind can brew within A wave that grows with each passing second A drop of rain can swell into a roaring thunderstorm A storm in a teacup is no less intense than any other
It may seem trivial, insignificant But the turbulence it brings can be overwhelming The tiniest of things can disrupt our peace A storm in a teacup can make our world shake and tremble
So let us not underestimate the power Of a storm in a teacup, for it carries within The potential to stir us and move us Beyond what we could ever imagine.
“Uhmmm… Xavier?” A little girl asked nervously. “What,” Xavier snapped, turning from his friends. “I love you, and was wondering if you would be my boyfriend.” She rushed squeezing her eyes. “EW! No way!” Xavier gagged, “You’re gross and ugly, and my mommy says the scar you have means you’re possessed by the devil. Go away!” “Now, now, Xavier.” Their teacher chided. “That’s a very mean thing to say.”
Despite each of my teacher’s best effort, the torment and rumors never ended.
“I guess your mom was right Xavier.” I chortled, black tentacles oozing out from the wall behind me. “I must be possessed by the devil after all.” “We never meant to be cruel Ciaran.” Xavier pleaded, narrowly dodging my tentacles. “We were all stupid kids back then!” I grinned as one caught his foot. “That would be a valid excuse I suppose..” I mused. “If it weren’t for the fact that it still continues today.” I grit my teeth. “If it weren’t for the fact that adults and children alike ridiculed a CHILD for a BIRTHMARK.” I motioned for the tentacles to pull him closer, hanging him upside down. “I’m sorry.” He choked, tears streaming down his pathetic face. I leer at his struggles to free himself, tilting his face closer by the chin. “I am going to destroy this world and build it from the ash up.” I hiss. “No child will EVER be ostracized for their looks and abilities ever again.” I scorn, almost pityingly. “It’s a damn shame you won’t be here to see it.” “Please.” He rasps. “A damn shame.” I whisper. “I love you,” He chokes as I slowly allow my tentacles to tighten around his throat. I stick my lip out in a mock pout, “Oh dear,” I leer. “How things have changed.” I do not let him speak another word. I do not let him see me shake from uncontrollable fury. I snap his neck. I fling him aside. And I move on.
