A village, a very very large village. That’s where I lived. Tiny homes where everyone went to visit each other. I stared out my window as I saw all these people going in and out of each others little houses. Sometimes, a person would have someone questionable knock at their door. Everyone trusted each other so they let them in, and this person ends up setting the house on fire. Destroying it and running. I watched the sad person slowly rebuild their house, piece by piece. I always wondered why people did this. Why let someone destroy everything? It was a long time until I realized. People wanted someone to visit one day, or for them to visit someone who would combine houses and make one big house. One where they would live out the rest of their lives. They would have a family who one day go on to have their own little house where people would visit and they would go visit too. As I got older I decided to go live in my own home. I wanted to people to come visit. But no one ever did and it was really confusing. Why does no one come knocking? To try and make sense of it I told myself I was all these things im not. I told myself if I was all these things then it makes sense that no one comes to visit. So in spite of everyone, I decided to make a giant kingdom without the help of a visitor! I would make this large home where I would be the king and I would have no one allowed in. This way, I couldn’t be destroyed! And I did, I made this giant kingdom where I surrounded myself with things that told me I was this “thing”. This “thing” that lives alone and will always be. That was until one day, I heard a faint knock. "A visitor? No, it can’t be. I’m…this." This is what I thought to myself, but as I ran to the door to investigate, it was real. I opened the door and there she stood, my first visitor. I thought “Maybe….maybe im not this thing..” Before thinking about the consequences I blurted “WELL COME IN” Before I could do anything she entered and shut the door behind her. It was too late, she was in. Slowly, I walked around and showered her my kingdom. I showed her the great walls that were build to keep people like her out, but she only smiled. One day as I woke up, to my surprise she wasn’t there. I looked out at my kingdom and I watched as it slowly started crumbling. She stood at the gate with her back turned with a small smile on her face. In her hands, was the very thing I secretly build my kingdom around, my heart. And she had it in the palm of her hand. She walked through the gates without even looking back, and as my kingdom fell from the inside I began to feel something I haven’t before. I knew what this feeling was, but I never truly felt it. It was pain. I ran out of my kingdom before it crushed me, and I stood there watching it gets destroyed. I couldn’t build another, for the very thing used to make them was stolen. Suddenly, a large urge came over my body. This tremor was so strong it brought me to my knees. I looked at my chest and I saw that there was a large hole right in the middle of it. My body was destroying itself because it had nothing left to define itself by. No place to call home. To save myself from this pain, I decided I would end it quickly and jump off the nearest cliff. Right before I jumped, I heard a voice call to me. I turned around to find where it came from. I stumbled around searching but it called once more. I followed its voice and I ended up in the shadows. It said “Your soul is gone. A soul is what makes up you, and without it your body is decaying. You now have two choices. You can die, or let me become your definition, your being, your soul. I will become your eyes, your thoughts, your morals. You will become, an agent of darkness. You will have no empathy, no heart. No fear of death because you are already dead. You will walk among men as their equal, you will have a mask of thousand illusions. You will become a snake, with skin so cold. So which is it going to be?”
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 18:02:15 +0000
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