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Oct. 2, 2004 it's been centuries since i saw it, memories rushing back, of all the colors the depth of it, the majestic nature off the sky how the tones mixed i could feel the press of it against my skin as though it was caressing my very body, the pressure of it, memories of many times the many faces, the many souls i've touched it amazes me, the number of souls i've altered cursed? or gifted? in all my years i still do not know changes, hungers, meetings partings all of this part of my history, my story, my being on several occasions i've been chased, by mortals foolish enough to come begging for what i have or pathetic in believing they could vanquish me but the only true chase i had feared was the time time, being what i am i shouldn't fear such an absurd thing yet i do, time how i will spend the rest of my life? no being how was i do manage it, how was i to find a faithful companion to spend this "time" i have who was i to choose, a courtesan, a peasant, a whore? no the one who had caught my attention was a girl young precious, the epitome of what i had dreamed of nurturing she was perfect, i had changed her into what she was she was very intellectual once she had fed her first flame flame, the first rising hunger she rode it with her will and fed she fed on those who were unaware of her danger feeding was a...nightly ritual for us three...yes three myself, my chosen turn, and my fountain head, my master she had changed me shortly after the passing of my beloved wife and babe she had chosen me, to become one of the unknown race she had kept me until i was able to become master, have power to control the flame, once becoming master i had left under her blessing though currently she accompanies myself and my daughter she is strict, though with true reasons my daughter unfortunately does not find happiness she is thwarted by being in that body for the decades since turn befuddled by the treatment and level of courtesy she is given such knowledge held captive in that daughter's form her frustrations only grow until my fountain head see it fit to remove certain companion, in the blind rage of seeing her body drained and massacred i had killed my fountain head, my bringer of the turn was murdered at my own hands i am still powerful yet i am taboo a no man's land for doing what i have done murder of a council murder is condemn with isolation of vile sorts i have gone mad being forced to watch beautiful death tempt me and yet be tossed away neglected the opportunity of feeding the lust and more primitive needs the beautiful reaper truly is the most complex council member i am now free, no longer held captive yet still taboo, i am alone curse or gift? what is it really, what has driven me to chase the only true hunter of my kind? the solitude of my being is so complete, i am alone, only to hear voices of conscience arise to hear and see vivid images of those i have taken for my needs all of which the flame consumed every coming day my soul would flee and leave this shell my body would go rigid, cold, dead for every coming sun would mean a dying every single time but today was different you see i haven't seen that bright scarlet ball in sky for it would prove fatal and definite i have never been definite, my death was chance, every sun rise was chance but seeing one feeling the light upon my skin was definite ~Rachelle Ann Ramos ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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