Wednesday, August 25, 2010
one enemy...
The one demon I still can't kill is me. Inside of me. I see the demon in the mirror. I feel it lurking trough my mind when I sleep. It whispers ideas in every decisions.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Still alive....barely...
Almost died from the king's trap. I entered his chamber with knife in my hand. A blade so poisonous that no sheath can hold it. Just as I was about to strike him 'whooosh'..an arrow struck me on my chest. the prince sure was a sharp shooter. Ragara the country most ferocious knight was behind me too. Stroke me with his Begara sword. With the Shiroos knife blocking the sword, I kicked him with my left foot. Jumped through the window and over the balcony, I fled on my Graciois. If that beast was not the fastest animal in the region, another arrow from the prince might had gotten through my skull. lucky enough that my mask was still intact on my face that they don't recognised me....They all thought that I was still in the east on onerous task of negotiating for the peace treaty. They wished I would. Sending me to the enemy kingdom was the worst thing they had ever done.
Badly hurt. I escaped trough the wood. I was not riding on Graciois but was laying on her. She ran so fast that I felt like she was flying. At the feet of the big tree she laid me down on the ground. "Gazeeera obluminna" I whispered it's name and the path was open. Holding to Graciois collar and entered the hide out. The arrow still stuck in my chest. Pain was not there anymore. Numb all over my body. Drank wine like it was water and held the arrow gently just above the wound. With my whole strength I gripped the arrow tightly and pull it out in one breath. not much blood came out from the wound. maybe not much blood left inside me anymore. I swore like I never before. The arrow had easier way in than out. It was not done yet. I can't have this kind of wound and return to the palace. I took a blade. poke it inside the wound and slashed my self. My screamed that night might had awaken the whole world. With shaking hands I sow the wound. That was the longest night of my life. I looked at the arrow that cause me such pain and I smiled. "you must do me something good for all this pain" I would not break the arrow and crush it with my foot. This arrow that struck me would be something of use in the future.
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