Epilogue: It was a day like any other, the sun was shining making the mountains turn magenta like watermelon and the breeze played with my hair flipping raven black strands into my eyes and obscuring my vision. I smiled, comforted by the averageness of the morning. I had never really known “average” I thought. My father was a Lord of Phim and my mother was his Lady. Every morning I woke up earlier than the peasants and snuck out to the field to watch the sun rise like “normal” people do. My cream-colored skin enjoyed the warm sunlight just as much as I did. Being a little lady meant that the out doors was not a privilege freely given. I had the potential to be darker but that would mean I was outside often, and that meant I had done lots of manual labor. And that was VERY unbecoming. There were many things forbidden to me. I was born of privilege, but privilege was bred. To me Phim is the most wonderful nation in the Realm. The people work hard over the rolling hills colored sage, and we are not a poor nor wealthy nation, just perfect. I thought it was very wise of the Old Ones to name this place Phim. For Phim means perfection in the lost language. I was brought back to reality when I felt the rain. I greeted the rain with a smile, for he is my friend.
“Hello rain.” I said.
“Hello Ilia.” The rain spirit said back. His voice was steady like a drum. Never changing, always the same. I felt the rain’s emotions though. On good days the rain would be warm and soft, but on bad days the rain would be icy and sting. I had known the rain spirit a very long time.
“Rain,” I said. “Why is it only I fifteen summers old can see and feel you, but those older than I are blind to your presence?” The rain drops quickened, but soon steadied.
“I have told you but a thousand times.” I could tell he was irritated, I have asked this question every morning since I first felt the rain. I ask because I like to hear that I am special, and that I love the rain for who he is and not for the blessings he bears. He continued for he knew me well. I would not return to the manor before my question was answered. “Ilia,” he sighed, raindrops quickening with anticipation, “I chose only your friendship above all others for you loved me for the spirit that I am, not what I provide for the people of this Realm.”
I growled beneath my breath, mumbling unintelligibly that he gave me the common answer. Only two other sacred times had I heard the real truth behind the bond that lay between us. Once when I turned 7 and was excellent at coaxing answers out of the rain, and the other when I turned 10. I could remember that day like any other, and with my 15th birthday approaching, and the identity of my unknown suitor, I was self-assured that I would relive the truth again. Though the rain was patient and did not believe in my haste. I could feel the rain pulsing through my body like we were one. His steady, heartbeat, calming my own racing one; I loved the feeling of the raindrops pounding against my skin steady like a drum. Bum, bum, bum. Hardly ever changing, 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3 ,4. I could hear the rhythm drumming in my ears, tying me closer and closer to the spirit of blessing. Ilias.
This is only the Epilouge, but I will post more if people request! Actually, that's a lie, I will anyways cuz writing is what I love to do! "P Anywho! Enjoi! "D
~Kay
“Hello rain.” I said.
“Hello Ilia.” The rain spirit said back. His voice was steady like a drum. Never changing, always the same. I felt the rain’s emotions though. On good days the rain would be warm and soft, but on bad days the rain would be icy and sting. I had known the rain spirit a very long time.
“Rain,” I said. “Why is it only I fifteen summers old can see and feel you, but those older than I are blind to your presence?” The rain drops quickened, but soon steadied.
“I have told you but a thousand times.” I could tell he was irritated, I have asked this question every morning since I first felt the rain. I ask because I like to hear that I am special, and that I love the rain for who he is and not for the blessings he bears. He continued for he knew me well. I would not return to the manor before my question was answered. “Ilia,” he sighed, raindrops quickening with anticipation, “I chose only your friendship above all others for you loved me for the spirit that I am, not what I provide for the people of this Realm.”
I growled beneath my breath, mumbling unintelligibly that he gave me the common answer. Only two other sacred times had I heard the real truth behind the bond that lay between us. Once when I turned 7 and was excellent at coaxing answers out of the rain, and the other when I turned 10. I could remember that day like any other, and with my 15th birthday approaching, and the identity of my unknown suitor, I was self-assured that I would relive the truth again. Though the rain was patient and did not believe in my haste. I could feel the rain pulsing through my body like we were one. His steady, heartbeat, calming my own racing one; I loved the feeling of the raindrops pounding against my skin steady like a drum. Bum, bum, bum. Hardly ever changing, 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3 ,4. I could hear the rhythm drumming in my ears, tying me closer and closer to the spirit of blessing. Ilias.
This is only the Epilouge, but I will post more if people request! Actually, that's a lie, I will anyways cuz writing is what I love to do! "P Anywho! Enjoi! "D
~Kay
you seek for spark of hope.
Your life held by
darkness thoughts,
anchor is
some place else.
Bad luck follows you
like a hook,
won't let you go,
won't leave you alone.
You smile today,
and cry whole eternity,
like that's your fate,
disturbing thoughts
to lie inside of you,
to take away everything
that you hope for.
Devil is calling your name,
leaves you not,
you don't see the angel on
your shoulder,
trying to give you a strength.
You long for life
that you don't know of,
you seek for peace,
trying to get away
from misty forest
that stains your heart
into black.