Warm, sandy, and sunny expanses For a horseman of whirlwind romances Once held Zelda, savage scavenger of chances Young and impish, with such devilish dances
With fine lengthy silver hair Plus a fiery amber glare And let's not forget a Conquestman's air Not very much could escape her glare
With her weighted chains she went advancing Impetuous and quite violent, yet dancing As human screams were her favorite financing Collecting their FEAR and blood while gaily prancing
A whole variety of tortures did she mete Birthing panic and chaos among the weak So young to begin to perfect her technique And yet despite her progress, more did she seek
Because age had always held her back From the true scavenger's track To which she had a brilliant knack And yet her family always gave her flak
Chaos, fear, death, gore All of this and so much more Did the young one want to explore To be the best! This she swore
To prove her worth to the highest power She wished for her enemies to always cower The white cat agreed at the most dire hour And now 'tis granted: now she must only devour
And now she exists as true Famine's Blight Forever locked in an unending fight The aggregate sentience, the ever gray night Insanity? No, just a good fight.
Keiko couldn't quite understand what had happened to her. She knew that she was somehow free, released from whatever it was that she had been. Bits of her memories came back to her now as she floated in the darkness.
She saw the hospital bed again, this time the faces were clearer. She still couldn't remember the names but the faces were more recognizable. The figure in the bed appeared to be female and She could make out four figures standing around the bed. One figure was herself, a young boy, a young girl, and an older man. Had this been her family? It seemed familiar enough and it felt right.
Seeing the woman in the bed filled Keiko with longing and saddness. The woman appeared weak and brittle, she looked as if she might break if you touched her wrong. Another memory flooded her then, one of the woman looking younger and radiant. She was laughing and smiling as a younger Keiko frolicked near her. This woman was important to her.
The memory flashed again and Keiko tried to grab onto it, to bring it back, but it was too late. Instead the hospital loomed back into her view. They were in a room now, the four figures sitting around in chairs and waiting. Waiting for the man in the white coat. He came down the hall, his footsteps echoing ominously. Keiko felt herself filling with fear and dread. This was not a happy memory. The man in the coat came to a stop in front of the figures. He looked at his clipboard and spoke to them all, tones of regret filling his voice. She couldn't understand his words, but the tears streaming down her face remembered. That was the day her heart broke.
Another flash, this time to a grave with a headstone. Familiar words were engraved in the stone. Flowers littered the grave and Keiko found some peace in the memory. It wasn't a happy one, but she ached a little less.
Her memories flashed to a bed again and she saw the young girl once more. She looked tired and frail, just as the women had. Keiko stood beside the bed with tears in her eyes. Her words were soothing, comforting, full of hope and promise. The young boy and the man stood still beside her. Neither of them spoke a word.
The scene moved on then. The odd creature that had awaken her stood before her. This time she could hear his words. "What is your wish?" The creature asked her excitedly.
Keiko stood in silence for a moment, as if debating. Then, finally, she spoke. "I wish for my family to be happy. I wish for my little sister to be well and that my family will no longer have to suffer from illness." There were tears in her eyes as she spoke the words. Her wish.
How Ironic. She found herself thinking. Keiko had wanted her family to be happy, and yet now that she was gone, how could they be? Yet she would have made her wish again, her sister had been worth it.
She wondered what it might have been like, to not feel like she had to do something. To lay back, feel nothing, no rush to fight, no drive to work. She wondered what it would be like to have a sense of calm, a sense of serenity. She was broken somehow, body, mind- soul too. Fractures ran across the surface and jarred her, left her with scars that wouldn’t fade, gashes that couldn’t heal. She was broken, and she didn’t know how to fix it, if she could be fixed. It wasn’t bad though.
Broken things still had value, didn’t they?
It was hard to describe the haze of her heart, the feeling of loss without knowing why. Faces of smiling girls who she couldn’t name, each one greeting her with cheer and jubilations. She missed them, even not knowing who they were. Not lovers, no, she was too young for that, and the notion was disgusting, revolting to her. But she loved them. She loved them, that much she knew for sure. They loved her, she was sure of that as well. So why did they remain so far from her reach, why did their names slip off her tongue and fall into nothing?
She wondered what it must be like, to know the names of ones you loved. Did they laugh when you laughed, cried when you cried- did they make the world bright and shining and so full of hope? She wondered if she was only imagining her feelings, dreaming them and forgetting them and not knowing where they ended, where they began.
She wondered how well she had done once, if she had made her family happy. If she was remembered. She wondered if there was a time when she might have been greater, smarter, better. She smiled, thinking of forests, tall trees, mossy ground, the smell of fresh rain and the rough grooves in tree bark. They were nice thoughts. The chime of birds and bells, the feeling of a flower petal between her fingers. How come she felt… longing? These were just shattered fragments, she wanted what was whole. She wanted to go home.
She thought harder, a question, and answer. A warmth in her chest as she felt like she had completed her promise. She wanted to do better, protect, help, not drive others away- but she wanted to be who she was. No one else. It was hard, so very hard, and the offer to have the strength to do so, to have her wants filled for a small price… Was it worth it? She wasn’t sure.
She’d failed. And now her wish to aid others was gone, her power lost. She forgot the smell of the wet earth, the feeling of moss under her toes, the sound of songbirds and wind chimes. She knew them, forgot them. She was a floating fragment with no direction. She wanted to go home. She was free, she was not. She was strong, she was weak. She was a contradiction. She was broken.
Death was, overall... overrated, Claire decided. She remembered this much; death had always been painted one of two ways: the sweet comfort of salvation, or the agonizing torture of eternal damnation. She figured, as she'd laid there dying, that that was what she would feel, in the end, when her body finally became ash. The world would become one of those things, a sweet touch on her brow which would grant her blissful release or a raging, unending turmoil, and because she had always been a good girl, always had done what she had been told, had always loved unconditionally, she believed that it was peace which would be waiting for her. This? Well... there was nothing. Just a swirling vortex of white. And her soul, or what she assumed was her soul, began to break away, chipping like old paint to join it, tugged by some external force, a whirlwind of emptiness. It became part of it, swallowing everything she was so that she became part of the collective, nothing more than another mindless whisper which drove others to madness. So where was it? Where was the warm embrace which would set her heart at ease?
It was nowhere. There was just... nothing.
Time was irrelevant. A man-made idea, it had no meaning here, so its passage was completely relative. A moment or a lifetime was the same. Claire didn't know how long she had been a part of it, but it was that nothing which slowly drove her to madness as well, and she finally realized that she must not have been a good girl after all.
Ah, that's right... This is what she is. Indistinguishable. One of a million. Never been heard.
She couldn't remember much - just that she did what every other teenager would. Attend classes, procrastinate, pretend to be sick just to skip classes, burn the midnight oil to rush homework... She was indistinguishable from the rest of the ghouls in school. There was nothing outstanding about her, and she had never managed to excel in anything.
She couldn't remember much - just that she had always been quiet and introverted. Whenever she found the courage to raise her hand in class to answer a question, she would be ignored in favor of someone else. Her voice had never been heard. Perhaps the teachers didn't mean to... Perhaps her presence was so weak that they just couldn't see her.
She couldn't remember much - just that nobody had ever asked her to prom, or to school functions. Why would they? She was just one in a million. Why would anyone ask her to be their date when there was nothing special about her? She was probably ignored so often in class because of that reason...
Wish it better.
Oh. She could remember that.
What is your wish?
Quite vividly, in fact, even if she was sure that she would forget that too, soon.
"I wish to be... One in a million."
Except her wish didn't come true did it? She was, again, one of a million. Indistinguishable from the rest of the ghouls. But... She was heard. Heard by a single person who approached her with concern, who reached out to her even when she was cold and distant... And perhaps, in its own way, her wish had been fulfilled without her realizing it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 13, 2013 2:14 pm
It was quiet and dark. She assumed it was cold too, but she couldn't tell anymore. She honestly couldn't feel anything, and that was ok right? She had heard that when you are dead everything just slips away, and you are at peace. Taisa called shenanigans, they clearly picked the wrong word. Peace implied that there was some sort release from yourself, that there would be some sense of euphoria that enveloped you. But that was just a lie.
She could remember bits and pieces, a convoluted mess of pictures and sounds galloping through her brain. Taisa couldn't overly focus on any of it, but the question she really had to ask herself was did she really want to? Did she really want to feel heart broken in the end? Feel all the sadness of missing those that would never know she was gone? No thanks. It didn't matter if she remembered or not, because they would feel the same regardless. So why put herself through that for nothing?
Taisa could feel herself dissipating, slowly fading away into nothingness. She didn't fight it, she figured there wasn't a point. The end had finally arrived, and a memory managed to become crystal clear before she disappeared. It was what she had wished for, what she was willing to give everything for. She wanted to be perfect, to be the best version of herself that could ever exist. The ghoul smiled at herself; that was definitely something she would do. Well...she did do it so...
She let out a wheezy laugh and doubted anyone heard it. Hell she even doubted that she laughed, it could have just been all in her head which also happened to be vanishing. Within seconds she was gone, and it was like she was never to begin with.
"Oh no, not again," the girl that called herself Ophelia whispered as the cracks appeared again, and her very essence unraveled into nothingness.
As the pieces were torn away from her one by one, she felt less and less that she had ever really been. The point where she began and ended was no longer. The memories were exchanged wildly, and from a thousand eyes she saw a thousand lives shattered and scattered in fragments carried through the mist. She held tight to one last one, one last piece of Ophelia, even as wild wills pried it from her heart.
'I wish we could be together again, one last time...'
Two violet eyes closed and faded back into the grey.
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It took her a few moments to realise she was still.. alive. Or as alive as one could be in the given situation. She had no physical form, but her conscious was still alive and she could remember everything that had transpired. But she noticed that there were other memories mixing in, things that seemed so much more familiar than everything that had just occurred. This was the truth - her truth. She might have smiled if she'd had a physical form. Because all she never wanted was to understand what she couldn't; to not be left in the unknown again. To have knowledge beyond belief; enough to pull herself from the chaos.
And wasn't that a funny little thing. Insanity wanted out of the chaos; out of the unknown which is where it thrived. A laugh would have been here had her lips not disintegrated into dust. And the cruel part was that she didn't even remember her wish until she was dying. She was left in the unknown and chaos even after she had wished for such things to not touch her. She might have pulled herself out eventually, had she been given the chance. Her thoughts twisted. She hadn't been given a chance really had she? Neither of them had. They'd fought one battle before they were wiped out like insects.
They had fulfilled the contract and for what? To die with the sudden realization of everything? What good was the knowledge to her if she was to die? She didn't want to go. There was much more for her to learn; much more in the darkness that she still wanted to shine a light on. She tried to will herself to hold on; the cling to this world enough that someone would have mercy on her and grant her a solid form to bring her wish into reality once more.
But of course her attempts were feeble and she felt herself giving up, slipping away. She was sad for a brief moment until it occurred to her that she wasn't leaving; not really. She put it down to going on an adventure. One that started with death and had an unknown ending. She was the light that would be shined down upon death. Everything faded out and she let herself be taken away; imagining a fanfare of people sending her off. For once, she wasn't scared of the unknown; she embraced it and perhaps that was her wish coming true after all.
[Received permission from Zoo to finish this off. <333]
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 5:41 pm
No. Wait... That's not true. She did exist. Just... Not the way she wanted. She remembered now. Remembered the deep dark haze of confusion. Of longing. She remembered wondering aimlessly through the haze of scattered memories. Remembered looking, searching... Trying to find hints to who she had once been. Finally, she remembered who... No. What. Remembered what she was. Was she even a she? Who knows. Not even she knew. How could she have been so blind? How could she forget? Just knowing what she was left an emptiness in her. She wasn't a person. Just fragments of memory left behind by one who had existed. But what did that mean?
All she could do was lay there motionless, as the life she had been given slowly slipped away. How did it come to this? She remembered wanting out. Remembered being plagued with guilt. The feeling of loss, loneliness, sadness. A feeling of blame. She blamed herself for the loss of someone. But who? Who was it? She couldn't remember. She searched the memories that had always been, but found nothing. The figure was always blacked out. She would never know who that person was. Never know if... No. She didn't want to think about it. It only made the emptiness inside her grow. That's when she remembered the promise.
Now she understood why the voice sounded so familiar. When she first awoke to the voice, something had tugged at the back of her mind. It had been the vary same voice that had approached her in the darkness. A voice that managed to push through the haze of longing and yearning. A voice so soft and coaxing, that it made her feel... alive. It came to her with the will to grant any wish she had. If she was strong enough to have one. She did. How did it know about her wish? That didn't matter. All she knew was that if the voice could grant her wish... She would do anything. When the voice asked what it was, she had said, 'To exist. To be someone others can depend on for protection.'
It all went back to the scattered memories and the person who was lost. The guilt she felt. She didn't want to feel that any more. She wanted to be someone who could protect others. Not cower in a corner and unable to help those in need. Then she remembered a feeling of joy as something happened. Something she couldn't even describe. Then nothing. She woke to the feeling of cold hard stone on her back. Woke too... life. The vary thing she had wanted. But now it was being taken away. Why? Had she not done what was expected of her? The contract had been fulfilled. Why couldn't she stay? She didn't want to go.
She wanted to hang onto what little life she had left. Hoped that some way, some how... She would survive this. She didn't want to go back to what she was. Didn't want to become that haze of everlasting fragmented memories. Always searching and yearning for a trace of who she once was. If she even existed at one point. But she knew, even as the last of her life slipped away, she didn't have a choice. The last thing that crossed her mind as she slipped away was, if she would even be remembered.
[Got permission from Zoo to post! <3 thank youuuu zoo!]
Name: Maria Jensen Age: 15, 5'6 Color: Blue (Honest) Class: Mage (Wind) Weapon:Staff
Name: Maria Jensen 
