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ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

Part 1

Hurry

I get up. I look around. I see the time. Oh my God, I’m late! I scream. I get on my feet. I run to the bathroom. I shove the toothbrush in my mouth. No, there’s no time. I get dressed. I run. Run. Run. I run. And run. I can’t run anymore. Oh my god he’s there! Yes!!! No! She’s there too! They’re laughing! No, please, God, don’t do this to me, NO!!

They laugh. They look away. No, I cannot reach them! I’m falling! Sinking! I’m running towards them but moving away. No, my love, I have to reach you. Reach him. Kill her. Talk later. I manage to reach them. I grab her hair. Scalping her. Now I grab her throat. I begin to cut it. I say: If I fall, then everybody falls. I’m too late. I sink. I sink into the ground. But yes! I pulled her down too! I’m pulling her down too and yes. I’m so happy in my agony. Darkness swallows us.

I can’t see.

Oh my God, I can’t breathe! No.

I can’t breathe. Please! No!!!

Remember, it’s all in your head.

ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

Part 2

The Sun’s Demise

Gray are the skies, they are crying rivers of tears. The trees are bowing down, hailing the darkness, withered and sorrowful for the sun’s demise. The moon came out, looking for the sun, but she quickly subdued to the darkness, betraying the sun. She asked the hidden sun: “Sun, my only one, what’s the cause of your demise?”

The sun looked at the skies, and the trees, and the people down on Earth.

The moon grunted: “Is that the cause of your demise?”

The sun turned away, ashamed, for he had lost his power, and his love.

And still, gray are the skies, nothing has changed. While the darkness rules over, the sun cries, for he has fallen for the moon’s disguise. And those unforgiven tears brought him to his demise. The moon, she’s a devil, her god-like lightness, but not stronger or even near brighter to the sun’s.

“Kiss me,” the moon said, “I am the slave to your light.”

The sun lifted his eyes to her and kissed her, burning her forever, freeing himself, losing his demise. And the sun ruled the land again, making everybody happy and content.  

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SERIES 2

Part 3

Waters

These waters are never still,

They are gateways, for the dead

Rising above, so still, so restless,

Little heads, those painful looks

Cover their eyes; they’re not worth looking,

For those still restless waters,

Are deathly to those who see

Only, my love, for you and me

Don’t drink from the waters, for it sees

Poisonous leaves, that fall into it,

Don’t drink from the waters, my love

Only, don’t you dare see.

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Part 4

Suicide Letter

Dear love,

Forgive me. Those words were not meant for your sweet ears. If I could fly to the sky as an apology and bring you down a star, I would, but to my sorrow, I cannot.

I’ve betrayed you. To my everlasting shame I have. You don’t have to forgive me, I’ll understand.

I just wanted to let you know that I will love you till I die and that means now. Don’t try to stop me, I cannot turn back. I must do this, even though I know it will hurt, passing the knife across my wrists. I know you hate me for what I’ve done, I sicken you.

I will love you even after I die, forever; I’m just asking you to forget me after I’m dead so that my soul can find its peace.

Goodbye, my dear love, goodbye

I’ll always carry you with me

In good and in evil

Even in death

Goodbye

Remember, it’s all in your head.

ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

Part 5

It Was You

I sit alone,

And I think.

I’m thinking, let me think.

We’re always the same.

I’m wasting my time on the ground,

IT WAS YOU!

Sinking ships around me,

Burning skies are falling,

It was you, you killed the devil,

As I wasted my time on the ground

IT WAS YOU!

You killed the spirit in me.

No, let me think now, honey

I am the walking dead

IT WAS YOU!

Remember, it’s all in your head.

ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

Part 6

I Don’t Think I know

One day, you will come to me, despite all your pride. You’ll tell me how everything is grand but it’s not. And I’ll believe you…

I don’t wanna believe you but I do.

I don’t think I know what I want, exactly, although I think I at least have a clue, unlike you.

But there’s one thing I know, and I promise you. I will love you till I die.

I will love others, but you will always be the one. The unreachable. A dream. A silly little dream.

Forgive me

Remember, it’s all in your head.

ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

Part 7

Come and Get Me

Hey there baby, sweetie, honey,

Whatever

Hey! I gotcha now,

Under my nails,

Shrieking like a baby,

Hey there, whatever

Come an get me

If you want me!

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Come and get me

Remember, it’s all in your head.

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SERIES 2

Part 8

Confusion!!!!!

Was sie will bekommt sie aus? (Did I spell that right?) Oh no. You’re crying?! What? What di you say? FUCK YOU!! No, I do not have that. What a wonderful day. Go to your seat. Let’s see what Robert has? Find this. No, what the fuck are you doing?! Could you find it yourself? No, fuck that, let me read. Third class plus five, I lost it. My mom sucks cocks in hell. I SAID MY MOM SUCKS COCKS IN HELL!!!!! SUCK ON THIS!!!!! Ow, that hurts. Lidija, what are you writing? Ooo, you’re writing in English. Adrian, you’re an idiot. I’m writing my ALL LEADS TO MADNESS SERIES. Ooo, Lidija, that’s cool.

BLOW ME BITCH!!!! (Hysterical laughter). Hey, take the notebook from Dijana. Yay! He got an A plus!!!

Remember, this shit is all in your head.

Yours truly,

Lidija (Li – dee – yah)

The Boogeyman

Tetka Saveta

ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

BEGINNING OF AN END

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Remember, it’s all in your head.

P.S. Kiss my ass, you aint gettin any that easy! No pain, no gain!

ALL LEADS TO MADNESS

SERIES 2

Part 10

What does this button do?

Come to me, today

And I will show you the sky, painted gold,

I will show you the moon and its smile

I will show you the sun and its endless golden tears

I could show you anything

For everything is a dream

Leave me, tomorrow

You cursed the sky, painted gold

You have forsaken the moon and its smile

You spat at the sun and its endless golden tears

I will never show you anything again

Not even those dreams you call breakable.

You loved me, yesterday

You begged for me to show you, make you see

That everything is a dream,

To hide you from the beasts,

But it did not work

You did not hide

You did not believe

Look at the sun

Everything is a dream.

Remember, it’s all in your head.

This one I wrote out of boredom of course.

Oh, a Trickle of Blood

Frying slowly in the sun

My soul started to die

With blisters across its skin

It left my body long ago

And as it screamed, burning in agony

He came and crushed it even more in his hand

Oh, a trickle of blood

I wake up. Not moving or breathing

I get up. I look into the mirror

My fist flies towards it. I don’t care

The glass shatters. It buries itself into my skin

Oh, a trickle of blood

Low and behold. I kept dreaming again.

I felt the wind and saw the ashes of my soul.

They covered my face. Burning. Stinging.

It hurts like nothing.

While of course, a trickle of blood

Filled the wound, the soul

My soul will never die.

It still lives.

Even in ashes.

I don't know what got into me to write this.

Untitled (Without Further Ado)

I love you,

The way you used to love the sun,

But since you’re in the way,

I wish you would die,

So that my heart doesn’t drain itself,

From the power that you demand from me,

And in my heart I know you’ll kill me.

Some other day,

I’ll find you in your fantasy,

And show you that I did care

Some other day,

We’ll walk in the sun again,

And laugh like no one has before

You sicken me,

With your sickening eyes,

That look deep into my own and tempt me,

To stop waiting for the sky,

To come and tell you to stay,

But I know I can’t,

I’m too much a coward to say anything

And when you come to me

I’ll just smile and say that nothing’s wrong

And we’ll go away

Not today

I know you’ll never turn your back on me

For we are the same

And I’m sickened by your words

That show no mercy

At any time and point

I wish to be relieved

I love him.

But I can wait.

Can I? How far will it go?

I have already forced myself enough, beyond any uninmaginable limits. And I know I'll break soon. And on the day that I break, I pray to the sky that I don't fall. I'm already neck deep in a swamp that I cannot escape.

I could have given him the love that no other person could have.

And it hurts. It hurts to watch. And I keep it in me. And I try. I pray that I don't lose my faith in the sky, and my faith in my anger, because that's all I have left.

And I wait.

Okay, I wrote this piece of shit a month ago. I'm not very proud of it, but it's long. Tell me if you like it.

And all those little things that give us spur

Of spending our words on such little things

Oh such little things

And all of those words that we say

To make ourselves feel so much better

Oh so much better

And all

And all, oh all

Oh, oh

Because your eyes are carved into my flesh,

And it is slowly dripping with blood that you feed on.

And your voice that echoes through my brain,

And it is killing me oh so slowly and painfully.

And we can never forget all those sweet moments

That we used to have when we were bored and oh so lonely

Oh yeah, oh so lonely

And the passion between us that shows us

How much lust there really is in between us,

Oh in between us…

And all

And all, oh all

Oh, oh

Because your mouth is traced across my lips,

And it slowly hurts me when you try to touch me.

Your touch that burns my skin until it becomes raw,

Until pieces start shredding off…

Because you will never be able to show me,

How much you really cared for me,

How much you loved me,

How much you wanted me

Because you will never be able to give me,

The time spent on you,

The words spent on you,

The kisses spent on you

And all those little things that give us spur

Of spending our words on such little things

Oh such little things

And all of those things that give us the strength

That give us the might to go on

Oh yes, just to go on

And while you’re sleeping I am awake,

And I see the dreams that haunt you disappear,

And we search for something more,

But darling, it has been here all along

Because your mouth is traced across my lips,

And it slowly hurts me when you try to touch me.

Your touch that burns my skin until it becomes raw,

Until pieces start shredding off…

Because you will never be able to show me,

How much you really cared for me,

How much you loved me,

How much you wanted me

Because you will never be able to give me,

The time spent on you,

The words spent on you,

The kisses spent on you

And all those words that we used

To show each other the true meaning of love

Yes my love, the true meaning of love

Because you will never see,

And never feel,

The way I have always felt for you,

Your restless heart,

Is a withered rose with no mercy for me

And it eats me up with such delight

Every time that you look into your painful eyes

And I wish for something new

But I am blinded by the fear

Blinded by the pain

And I see the truth behind the lie

And I realize

Because your eyes are carved into my flesh,

And it is slowly dripping with blood that you feed on.

And your voice that echoes through my brain,

And it is killing me oh so slowly and painfully

Okay, this is the sequel I wrote after Oresha. You have to read the first part to understand the second because I start off from the last point. Tell me what you think.

Oresha

Gone with the Time

Malice stared at her reflection in the water.

Was this just a bad dream or was she really there?

She looked up and glanced at the many people sitting around her. Her ebony black hair was falling into the stone bowl under her. She had stared in it for the past few hours and had seen nothing.

The council around her was not yet to decide the new King of Theodrada, the Elven kingdom who was ruled by Roland not so long ago. And it was for the closest person to the deceased King to choose the new one by looking into the famous Lintu bowl which was supposed to show the new king.

But Malice was so confused.

Suddenly, an elf from the council rose from his sitting place and walked over to Malice. He had long black hair and he was around fifty years old. His red eyes were sparkling from the water in the Lintu.

“Well, has it shown you anything?” he asked.  

“No, nothing…just…” she muttered.

“Just what?” he persuaded.

“Just Roland…” she muttered, sustaining tears as she lowered her head.

“This is unthinkable!!! He is dead!” the man roared, walking around the Lintu nervously.

“Patron, you must control yourself. Maybe it’s still not ready to choose the knew one… and you also know that none of us except the closest one to the past King, in this case his lover Malice, can see anything. Be patient!” a woman with blonde hair shouted at Patron.

“Rubella, you perfectly know that she is lying!” he yelled, pointing at Malice.

“I am not lying…the Lintu is showing me Roland…but wait…” Malice muttered, taking another glimpse as something began to shine at the bottom of it.  Everybody in the room looked at Malice.

She stared at the shining thing at the bottom of the Lintu and gasped as it began growing. She closed her eyes for it was blinding her and then she opened them.

But she was not in the stone room.

She was on a field full of flowers and trees and a small river that ran through it. She looked around.

“Where am I?” she muttered.

You’re here.

“Who’s that?!” she exclaimed, looking around the field and into the air.

The new king shall be him.

“Who are you, where am I… and who’s the new king?” she yelled at the air.

Child, I’m me and you’re you and the new king is just an Elf.

“Show me…” Malice said, looking at the air again. She heard something behind her then. She turned around and bumped into a man’s chest. She looked up and met a pair of emerald green eyes. At firs she thought she saw Roland but then she saw that the elf was blonde with long wavy hair.

“Oh my God…” she said, taking a step back.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m…Malice.” She barely managed to say.

“I’m Laurent. Did you bring me here?” he asked, confused.

You see child, don’t be in pain, he does look like Roland.

“What’s that voice?” Laurent asked, looking at the air.

“I don’t know…” Malice sobbed, placing her face in her hands. She felt another pair of cold hands take hers off her face.

“It’s a shame to hide such a pretty face, you know.” Laurent smiled, gripping her hands.

Child, you know me perfectly, your time has come…close your eyes…

Malice did close her eyes.

She waited and then opened them.

She was back in the stone room, just this time with Laurent.

“What….where…am I?” he said, this time sounding bewildered.

“Oh my God…it was Oresha.” Malice muttered.

“That voice?” Laurent asked. “Wait a second, is this the Lintu? That means I’m…” he whispered. He looked at Malice and she nodded.

“Farewell Laurent…” she managed to say as she ran out of the stone room. She ran into a long corridor with big paintings of the past Kings and queens. She ran like the wind until she glimpsed at a portrait and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Roland…” she whispered.

She turned towards the painting and looked at his face. His emerald eyes and long brown hair…she missed his kisses so much and the touch of his arms all over her body.

She closed her eyes.

“Ehm…” she heard. She opened her eyes and met two emerald ones, but not those of the painting.

“Are you alright? I mean, you just ran out and…” Laurent complained. Malice stared at the picture again, longingly. She looked at it with such lust filled in her eyes that she almost forgot he was long gone.

“You loved him, didn’t you?”

“What?” Malice asked, so distant.

She was so confused.

“You loved him.” Laurent muttered, wiping away one of her tears and sighing as if he knew it already.

Malice didn’t even know she was crying.

“I miss him so.”

“I know what it is like.”

“Yes?” Malice wondered, turning her attention to his beauty for the first time.

“You’re that Gimlet princess, Malice Anhanca?  I recognize you now when you’re next to his portrait. I’ve seen you with him before.”  

“Yes…” she said.

“That means you’re the queen…” Laurent speculated.

“What?”

“Well you see, in the chance that Lintu didn’t choose the King, you’d be queen and you’d choose the King because you’re the next Gimlet descendant because Roland was the last of his family Nalhanthaniel. Well now that I’m the new king, you get to be the queen and it must be. The rules…you know…” Laurent explained.

“I barely even now you and I have to be your wife now?!” Malice exclaimed angrily.

“Hey, don’t shout at me, those are not my rules to prejudice, but the councils.” Laurent tried to calm her.

“I…alright, I know…” she sobbed, big fat tears in her eyes. “I guess I’ve always known it.”

And so they married.

That day was a day of happiness; the whole kingdom looked at Laurent as someone who will finally bring Oresha down. But Malice knew what had to be done…

She didn’t even love Laurent at the moment,

But he loved her, and it didn’t take her long to realize and fall in love as she never did before…

As she walked down the path in her castle garden she noticed a slight change in the atmosphere. She looked around and noticed that white roses were growing out of the ground and gently entwining into her legs.

“What…” she started but she felt a presence near her.

“I never told you I had control over the Earth element.” Laurent smiled, walking over to her.

“What do you want from me…? To buy love…? I am not giving in to you…until I do what I must.” She muttered.

“Wait, it’s not that. I don’t want anything from you. What must you do?” he asked, stroking her cheek. His hands were cold and white, and his touch reminded her much of Roland’s.

“I…have to kill someone.” Malice explained, not wanting to go further on the subject.

“Who must you so desperately kill?” Laurent asked again, passing his fingers through her smooth hair. She enjoyed every moment of it.

“If I tell you…promise you won’t do it yourself because I know you’re supposed to kill it.” Malice threatened. Laurent nodded, promising.

“I swore to myself on the day Roland died that I would bring Oresha down and it will happen.” She said, determined.

“But my love, isn’t it my duty as King?” he asked, now placing his hands around her waist and pulling her closer. She did not hesitate. 

“You promised…” Malice muttered. “You just called me your love.”

“Why shouldn’t I, when you are…” Laurent whispered, pulling her chin up and planting a soft kiss on her lips. She did not back away as she felt his warm breath. She could not stop now; she could not stop kissing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, as passionately as she ever did before. What was wrong with her? She never kissed anyone like that and yet she could not control herself. But she knew she had to stop. Trying to back away, she pushed him lightly away from her body. Laurent murmured something and pulled her fiercely back in, kissing her strongly.

“Ehm…My lord?” they heard a voice. Malice quickly pulled away as Laurent sighed and looked at a man.

“What?” he asked, annoyed by the interruption.

“We found Oresha.” The man said.

“Where?” Malice asked.

“Ehm…you will not like this but apparently she’s in front of the castle.” The man answered terrified.

“Well then…” Malice muttered, walking past the man and out of the garden. As she walked into a hallway in the castle that led to the Throne room she felt a rough grasp on her wrist.

“No…” Laurent whispered.

“I must…please…” Malice whispered back, closing her eyes.

“Look at me.” Laurent begged.

“I cannot, because if I do I will fall into your enchantment and I will not be able to face the truth that I may never see you again.” Malice hardly managed to tell him.

“But…” Laurent started, but Malice pulled away from his grip and started running.

“Malice, I’ve fallen in love with you!” he exclaimed.

She stopped running and turned around, facing him.

“You love me? Let me tell you something about love!” she yelled, slapping him. “You don’t know what it’s like!”

“What?” he said, rubbing his sore cheek.

“The pain…Laurent, the pain of love…” she answered.

“I know what it is like…do you thing I never lost someone so dear to my heart?!” he exclaimed.

“Let me go and fulfill my destiny, and if I live to see your face again then we’ll dance under the moonlight and we’ll be gone with the Time again and you’ll be my only one.” She muttered, as she hugged him passionately.

“My love…forgive me for my ignorance but I must go with you.”

“You do not want to see this.” She moaned, pushing him away.

“Wait…”

“Love me, like you love the sun and know I’ll be there.” She muttered.

She turned on her heels and started running.

She ran into the throne room and turned left down a narrow corridor. After a few minutes she ran out onto the clearing in front of the castle and there she was.

Oresha…

“Well, well, well… what do we have here? Your highness I must say your time has come…” she muttered, her bloody red hair blowing in the sudden wind.

“I will kill you whether it is the last thing I’ll do!” Malice yelled at her, her fist turning cold and white.

“Well, I must say I didn’t know you had the power over the ice element.” Oresha speculated, taking her hooded cloak off for the first time. Under the hooded cloak were hidden a pair of black wings.

Malice stared at those bat – like wings.

“What are you?”

“I’m me and you’re you and there is nothing we can even remotely do about it.” Oresha smiled.

“Wait, you’re that voice I heard when I was on that field where the Lintu sent me. You’re…you chose Laurent?!” Malice flabbergasted.

“Don’t you get it?” Oresha muttered. “I was the queen once.”

“But what happened?” Malice asked, taking a step towards her.

“The council doomed me into the Lintu. I was one of the first rulers of Theodrada. I formed Theodrada and here’s something you’ll never believe…”  Oresha explained.

“What?”

“I am a Nalhanthaniel…”

“No…you’re Roland’s ancestor?!” Malice yelled in disbelief.

“I was just a damned soul, trapped in a bowl of water, choosing Kings or Queens Centuries after centuries. And when I was rewarded with a body I chose Roland so that I could kill him and take his kingdom.” Oresha explained, as if it were something that happens every day.

“But why did you choose Laurent then?” Malice wondered.

“Because you’re still alive… if I had not chosen Laurent… you would have become the queen and I just won’t have that. I told you your time will come…” she muttered. She drew her famous sword and pointed it towards Malice.

“No!” they heard a voice.

Malice turned around.

“I will not have you kill her!” Laurent yelled, walking out of the castle with two swords in each of his hand.

“Laurent, stay back!” Malice yelled, running towards Oresha and grabbing her by the throat. She felt a piercing pain in her shoulder as blood spurted around. Oresha pushed her sword deeper into her shoulder.

She screamed out of the pain.

“NO!” Laurent yelled, throwing himself on Oresha. He placed the sword on her neck and drew it.

Time stood still at that moment.

Oresha fell to the ground like a leaf off a tree.

“Laurent…” Malice wailed.

“My love…” he muttered, lifting her up. “Are you alright?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“Look at her sword!” Laurent suddenly yelled as the sword startled shaking and flashing.

Out of its tip, people, transparent, started floating out like mist.

“Souls…all the souls of the people she killed.” Malice whispered. She dreaded. She knew she would see his soul too.

And there it was, right there in front of her.

“Roland…”

“Hush…my love…don’t say a word. I’ll be gone now so live on… for me…” he whispered, disappearing.

Malice sobbed into Laurent’s chest for a long time.

Oresha was just nothingness…

And now she was really nothing…

But the dark must not prevail, and as Malice lived on her life with Laurent, she never forgot about the love she had, and still will have deep inside her, for Roland.

This is a story I wrote about a year ago. It was supposed to be for some school paper or something like that, I think, but the bitch teacher never sent it. Who gives a damn, I don't know what to do with it. It gatheres dust on my hard disk. Tell me what you think.

ORESHA

She screamed as hard as she could.

After a while she decided to open her eyes and look around. Was she still there? Was it just a bad dream or was she still at that wretched place?

She took her first step and moved forward through the swamp with corpses all around. Her white dress was getting dirty from the mud and blood.

“Oh my God…” she barely managed to utter. Her ebony black hair was flying around her from the sudden wind that swooped through the swamp. Her ice blue eyes looked around as she surveyed the corpses with dreaded fear in her heart. She only hoped he was not in that dirty water with his guts hanging out. But what was she thinking about? Horrible…

“Roland?” she barely called out. Her voice echoed through the place as the wind blew again.

She was so cold.

The pain in her chest grew stronger as her heart beat even faster. She wished he wasn’t within those corpses.

“Roland?!” she managed to scream out.

“Malice…” she heard someone whisper.

But was it someone?

“Roland, is that you?!” she yelled, frantically searching around.

No answer came.

“Malice…I’m over here…” she heard his familiar voice mutter. She yelped from joy as she ran towards the little forest at the end of the swamp where a tall silhouette was leaning against a tree.

“Roland!” she yelled. She smiled as she fell into his embrace.

For a moment there, they both didn’t care if they were in the middle of a battlefield full of dead Elves. For a moment there…but happiness is just a teardrop away. Or is it?

“My love…you’re a painful stab to my heart because I know we will not be together for long. Our time has come…” he muttered.

“What are you saying? It cannot be that way.” Malice whimpered.

“It can. Oresha has pulled its troops back to the underground but it will not be long before they burst out again. I’m afraid the Elves won’t be able to hold on much. Look how much of them are dead. The time of the elves has come…our time has come…our end.” He finished.

“But I don’t care about the Elves! What will be with us?” she whispered.

“Don’t be afraid…” he smiled. His long brown wavy hair was stained with blood and it was messy. His emerald green eyes had a penetrating stare. He reached over and lifted Malice’s chin. She was crying. A cold and painful tear on her beautiful white face… He wiped it away with his thumb as he drew her nearer. He kissed her on the lips tenderly as the wind blew again, as if on purpose.

They suddenly heard a yell from behind the forest.

“What was that?” Malice whimpered.

“Don’t worry my love…” he said. “Come…let us see…” he said. He took her soft hand and guided her through the forest. It was small and made out of old oak trees. They came to a clearing and the sight was terrible.

Dead bodies….everywhere.

All over the hills and on the field in front of them…

There were living Elves also, who were shouting and burning the dead. Malice covered her mouth as she let a few tears escape. Roland places his arm around her waist as he walked towards the Elves that were shouting.

“What’s going on?’ he asked.

“It’s Oresha, my Lord!!!!” one of the soldiers yelled as his long white hair dripped from blood on his shoulders.

“What about it?” Roland asked, grasping Malice harder.

“It’s coming…” the soldier whispered, as if in dread Oresha would hear him.

It was coming, and it could not be stopped.

The ground shook.

The soldiers yelled and started running towards the forest.

“My love…come on!!!!” Roland yelled, pulling Malice.

“I want to see Oresha!” she yelled. Roland picked her up bridal style and ran towards the forest. They hid behind the trees with the rest of the soldiers. A horrible sound that seemed like a horn being blown echoed from behind the hills.

“Oresha…” Roland muttered as Malice trembled in his arms.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Oresha is not it; Oresha is she, even more…” Roland muttered, kissing her forehead in attempt to sooth her.

But he was just as scared a she was.

How a name could put fear in such a big warrior’s heart was unbelievable.

Then, a tall shadow crept over one hill, as if an army was approaching. It came nearer, and nearer to the field. It was then just fifty meters from the forest and Malice could now see.

An abnormally tall silhouette, hooded in a black vest was standing on the field. There was an army behind it.

Ogres…

There was red hair, the color of blood, sticking out of the hood.

Two skinny white hands lifted from the sides of the person’s body and took down the hood.

A woman…

A piercing stare with green eyes that could read every thought.

She smirked.

“I know you’re there…” she whispered with a strange voice. “Come out; come out, wherever you are.”

Roland moved from Malice.

“Where are you going?” she asked. She knew what would come. The pain in her throbbed and ate her heart as Roland wiped away her cold tears.

“She’s calling. If I don’t’ go, we all die.” Roland sighed. He pulled Malice into his arms, kissing her passionately, dreading that it may even be their last kiss. Such a strong love destroyed by a war.

“My love, don’t cry on the day I won’t be here with you anymore. Just know that I love you.” He said. Those words pierced through her heart like a thousand daggers.

“If you go, I go.”

“No Malice…this is just between me and Oresha. If I must go then I must go but not you…my love…my only love on this wretched world.” He smiled.

“You smile…” she muttered. “As if there’s still happiness…”

“Goodbye…” he said, kissing her one more time, stronger than before.

“It must not be this way…Roland!” she yelped. Roland waved as the tears in his eyes flowed.

“Roland!!!!” Malice shrieked.

He turned around and faced Oresha for the hundredth time.

“ROLAND!!!”

“Oresha…” he whispered.

“Roland, let’s just get it over with. Just a little conflict between families and look what happened…” she speculated, as if it were a joke.

“Maybe it was just meant to be.” Roland muttered through bitter tears, praying that she wouldn’t read his mind and see that he was thinking about Malice. His heart was throbbing so hard.

Oresha smiled. Suddenly, under her vest she pulled out a heavy sword.

Malice gasped from behind the trees, knowing what came next.

Roland took a deep breath and dropped to his knees.

Oresha smirked and slashed with the sword.

Malice screamed. 

Roland fell to the ground.

The tears flowed by themselves as Malice fell to the ground.

Oresha lifted her hood back on.

It was over.

Malice could not take it anymore. She was about to run out when one of the soldiers grasped her.

“Wait till she’s gone or she’ll kill you too!” he whispered.

“I know you’re there, girl. It’s just not your time yet.” Oresha muttered. She walked away.  Malice ran out of the forest.

She threw herself on her knees next to Roland and sobbed.

“Roland, no…” she sobbed. Roland looked at her, blood trickling out of his mouth. He smiled.

“Continue to live…don’t let go after this. I’ll have your hand and we shall not lose faith in the wind. I’ll sing to you and once more shall we dance with the rain. I love you…” he said. He smiled once again before he closed his eyes…forever.

“Roland…” she moaned. “I curse her…I curse the day she kills all elves and reigns over your lost kingdom, Roland.”

“Why?” a voice asked behind Malice. She turned around. The soldier that held her in the forest with white hair was standing over her, surveying the dead corpse of his King.

“All she wants is to rule over Theodrada, but Roland would have never let his kingdom fall to the hands of a monster like her.”

“What is she?” he asked.

“She’s nothing. She is just someone’s fear. She’s not elf, nor ogre, nor human nor dwarf and nor any creature that we know. She is nothingness in the form of a woman with powers stronger than any elf.” Malice muttered, tears freely streaking down her cheeks.

“Why did he give up?” he asked, dropping on his knees next to Malice.

“He didn’t. He knew it was the end. He said that if our time has come then we will fall…and we are going to fall. Because after he falls, we all fall…” she sobbed.

“Is it our time?” he asked.

“If it is…it is…my only love will not be with me anymore…” She sobbed. She knew what dreaded her. She will never be able to feel his touch and his taste on her lips and his warmth and never be able to hear his words and see his soothing smile for he was no longer there.

But she would wait.

She got up.

She knew she would wait patiently in the darkness for the time when she would be able to bring her down. Bring that nothingness down.

Bring Oresha down.

This is based on something half true, and beleive it or not, I wrote this while I was in a caffe having fun with my perverted friends.

You dare

The skies have fallen,

And the rain has cleared its way

And on this day you come to me

Tears in your eyes

And you dare tell me your dreams have failed?

You dare tell me you are broken?

But don’t you ever give up on me

And don’t you ever give up on your dreams

You fix other people’s dreams

Like you fixed mine

But who will ever fix yours?

Your eyes filled with tears,

As you collapsed yourself in front of me

And I could not bare to see you like this

My joy and my hope

Driven to this

And you dare tell me you don’t care?

And you dare tell me you don’t believe?

Well let me show you,

There are people who care,

There are people who believe,

There are people who do not give up,

Ho are fighting to go on

Every day

And I forced you up from the ground

And wiped your tears for the millionth time

And screamed in your face

That it’s time to wake up

Get up and go on

And you dare tell me you are tired?

And you dare tell me that you lost your will to fight?

Alright

Let me show you how hard it really is

How hard it really gets

And how easy it is when you try hard enough

And how easy it gets when you sleep into it

And you dare tell me you never cared?

So what were you waiting for?

As I dragged you to a mirror

A showed you yourself

And told you to look into your own eyes

And to tell me what you see

And you dare tell me you see nothing?

You dare tell me you see a dead man?

Alright, I give up,

I’ll let you sit and cry in your own agony.

But will I?

While I wrote this I imagined myself in about four years from now. That's where my wretched inspiration hit me.Enjoy

Love You Like I Loved You

I loved you more than I loved the sky

You never loved me, I was just your friend

I kept it inside me, for so long I cannot say

And now you come to me

And you dare tell me that you feel for me

After all that pain

And all those things I will never get over

“Take my hand,” you say, “and follow me”

Why should I? Why weren’t you there when I truly needed you?

Why should I? Where were you when I needed it?

Your heart fell for another,

She never loved you back,

You missed it,

You could have had me

I would have loved you more than anything

But you never cared, never noticed

And now you dare to come before me?

Because no one will ever love you like I loved you.

I really dreamed this. So enjoy

Just Another Dream

In the scorching sun

You held me tight and said you loved me

But that was just a dream

Yet a beautiful one…

And as you laid me onto the grass

I closed my tearful eyes

And you kissed me, and what a kiss it was!

You held me tight and whispered:

“Darling, I will take you up into the skies,

Where the birds are singing,