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AN: The fourth and last part. Read the story in order: LoveHero and Young.

People do not always have the same taste in things. People do not always have the same ideals, the same opinions. When people with different opinions meet then things can fire up. In our case, they did fire up.

After a long and tiring trip, we reached the city. I was not surprised to find out that it had not changed at all. Why would it? Cities do not change so fast and you only understand this when you are too old and unable to change yourself so you become sensitive to the changes around you.

It took us quite a lot of time to reach the palace. It is not easy to navigate through the city with Baby Dragon. He did not look so much as a baby anymore, he had reached the size of the horse. People would stare at us, they would stop to look at the Dragon and they would be so much in a loss of words that they would even forget to breathe.

Inside the palace there was no difference. The noble Princes, Dukes and Ladies of Honour stood in their place petrified. It is not a very likable story, the one I have to tell, and I can see it in front of me. We will not be welcome here, unless the Princess holds so much power in her hands that she could change our fate.

“Oh my God! Thank him you are back! And you found what I wanted and… him” the Princess said running towards. She was speaking the Knight, of course, and of course she knew not my name. Can I blame her? No, I cannot. She never implied that she loved me, she just sent me to a quest. I was the one was in love and wished to be loved back.

The noble part of the city started moving. One person shifted a bit, another gasped, a lady fainted. Suddenly the quite palace was filled with roars of fear and bursts of anger. The people in the palace did not like Dragons and they were showing it. I felt Baby Dragon stir uneasily beside me.

“What is this?”

“Take it away!”

“I am afraid!”

The Princess did not seem to pay any attention. She looked at the dragon with greedy eyes while the Knight was whispering to her. She tried to touch Baby Dragon but he hished scared at her.

“He tells me you are his nurse. Tell me, when do you think I can ride him? Can he fly? Can he stay still?” she demanded to know of me and I felt anger rise into me.

“He is a Dragon, your Highness” I answered to her. “He is not a pet to do as you wish with him”.

She looked frustrated. “Can he be trained to be one?”

“Can you be trained to be one?” I demanded to know of her. I was not sure what had possessed me, maybe it was the effect of living with dragons for a while or the realization that she had send me to death in order for her to have a pet.

She moved away from the Dragon, the Knight and me, and she turned to face the crowd. She was angry, I could tell by the fire in her eyes. She is used to take what she wanted and what she wanted was a dragon.

“Good people of the Kingdom!” she addressed the crowed. “I understand your problem. I wanted to save that loyal subject of our palace” she pointed at me “but it seems he has sided with the beasts!” The crowd looked at us. They hated when someone sided with people that they disliked. “He betrayed us!”

“Kill them!” someone cried from the crowd.

“Burn them!” someone else agreed.

“How dare he to make friends with a dragon?” spat an old lady.

I was in a loss for words. The Royal family was known for changing opinions on a whim, for forgetting what they wanted to do or what they promised to do and leaving their allies for death. The Royal Princess did not stay to see what happened next. It would be cruel and bloody. Guards were surrounding us and arrows were loosed to our side. I was now left petrified and in a loss in what to do.

Thankfully, my friend the Dragon knew. Was it an instinct, was it a knowledge he had hidden within him? I still do not know, but I know that he just dashed off, leaped on the air and started breathing fire on the crowd. Fire rained down on all of us. Screams and smell of burned flesh filled the air. I still cannot remember what happened exactly, I remember fainting with the belief that I had just died.

I did not though. I woke up in the green forest, and next to me was Baby Dragon eating a baby deer. I was shocked and unable to understand what was going on.

“Ah, you are awake, good.” a voice said behind me. I turned and I saw the Knight. “Do not move so fast, you were on fire, but I managed to drag you out. That bitch is for sure in trouble now. Half of the castle was on fire when Baby Dragon pulled us out.”

“He saved us?”

“Of course he did. I came to understand that he is not a beast as I was taught and he sensed it that I respect him as much as you do. So he picked us up and got us away.” he gave me some water to drink. “Tell me, do you know how to fight?”

“No, why?”

“Because we are not welcome! We will have to live as outlaws from now on. Isn’t it exciting?” the Knight grinned from ear to ear and I knew I was in trouble.

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AN: This is the third part of the story. Read Part 1 and Part 2.

Young. All of us were young at some point; we were so young that we had someone else take care of us, groom us, feed us, provide us a roof over our heads. Some of us hated those days but when we were not young anymore we missed them with all our heart. We wished that those days would come back for us, but this was something that never would come back.

Well, for me they came back, even though in a bit unexpected way. I had a new mother and a young brother. I was taken care of and provided with food, and I had warmth and a place to avoid the rain. I could tell that I was reliving my childhood, but I have to admit that even though my mom was terrifying, she was not literally a dragon.

Momma Dragon, as I called her, had taken me under her wing for about a month now. I was sharing her love with her own child, Baby Dragon, who must not have been more than a couple months old. She would hunt for us and we would stay in the forest around our nest, exploring, playing and enjoying the warmth of the sun. Baby Dragon was a dark green color as his mother, but he had not yet fully grown wings or teeth. He was playful and cried a lot. I taught him to play fetch and climb trees. This last month was like a had a toddler brother.

Some of you might think that I was mistaken and I meant to say “pet”, but I was not. Dragons are very clever creatures, and they can be compared to us. Just because they do not speak or kill their own species for fun or petty reasons, does not mean that they are less clever than humans. So I had a young brother.

Even though most humans would find it very weird, I loved my new family. My own species feared dragons and some wanted to use them for their own reasons, so they had been branded as bad species. My grandmother told me a story once, that there were dragon riders, but I do not know if I believe her. Maybe it was true, maybe not. But all sort of weird things go on in the forest, that we are unaware of. Forest can make you forget what is like living in a society, if you spend long enough in there you tend to forget everything. I had started to forget everything and certainly I had forgotten about the amazing Princess and her quest, till the day someone came to remind me of it.

The Knight in the Shiny Armor arrived one morning when Momma Dragon was away. She was away for two days now, so I guess she might have gone to visit her relatives in the far north side of forest. Dragons are social creatures, they like talking as much as the talking squirrels. The Knight in the Shiny Armor was definitely looking for something. I could tell by his pace and the way he looked around. We were playing in the nest, building a small castle, when the Knight arrived. He looked us in astonishment.

“This must be the Green Dragon’s nest!” told in a high voice the Knight. I could tell that his was surprised.

“Yes” I answered.

“My Princess told me to find it and retrieve what it was inside” continued the Knight in the Shiny Armor “and that I would know what is was, once I looked inside.”

The Knight looked perplexed as I remembered that this was my quest as well. So, the Princess wanted Baby Dragon so badly that she gave my quest to another. I felt betrayed. “So, what do you want to get then?”

“I do not know… I guess the dragon. I cannot find a valid reason why someone as important as the Princess would take interest in a pathetic creature like you”.

He was right of course. I had lived long enough with the dragons to see the truth. I was nobody, why would a princess interest into me? I could see clearly for the first time the fact that I was used. I left all my life for a dream I had. She never saw anything in me. Ohh I was so young and naive. But now I knew better.

Still, I had a Knight staring down on me and I had to do something. I had to delay him till Momma Dragon arrived and then she could fry him for Baby Dragon.

“I guess I have to take the Baby Dragon… I guess killing a dragon is too much of a task for someone like you”. 

There goes Plan A. I felt sad and unhappy. What am I going to do? And Momma Dragon was dead… How are we going to survive this? 

Baby dragon saved us. I am not sure if he had planned it while I stood there like a stupid log, or it was instictively. While the Knight tried to grab him out of the nest, Baby Dragon attached himself on me and started shrieking. It was impossible to seperate us. 

“What are you? ” Asked the Knight perplexed.

“Me? His nanny. Enlisted by the dragon. She paid well.”

“Give it to me”.

“It is a boy and no. I think it will be easier if you took us both with you. I can keep him calm. Do not judge from his size…he is already very dangerous. I can save you time”. And I could  buy us some time to save him somehow. 

“What is in for you?” Asked the knight suspiciously. 

“I return to civilization of course! I was not hired voluntarily you know. Momma dragon was a good employer but still she did not take no as an aswer.” I held my breath as long as the Knight thought. I could see I had not convinced him, that he needed more time. I started to panic…

“Fine, you are coming with us. I will keep an eye on you though.”
To be continued…

AN: second part. First part is Love. Read it here.

Hero is a person who does heroics deeds. He or she says that he or she does it for the greater good. For the benefit of the country. For the weak and those unable to defend themselves. But I can assure you that this is bullshit. They do it for egoistic reasons. They do it because they want to be loved, admired, worshipped and altruism is nonexistent in their vocabulary.

You will ask me how I know. I know because I am a hero. I went on a quest because I thought that the Princess will faint when she sees me victorious and blushingly will beg me to marry her. Sounds like the perfect plan.

But after 23 days, 12 hours and 40 minutes on the road, I discovered that this would not be so easy. 

When the Princess revealed to me the details of the quest I felt the earth move beneath my feet. I felt my breath living my body and I could have died at that moment. But my body decided that I could die later on, likeva hero would do. 

The quest was simple. It was written in an elegant hand and sealed with the royal stamp, as all official quests were. A sidenote to the story is that all quests can only be issued by a member of the royal family, otherwise they are not recognised by the state and the person who carried them out cannot get the official title of the “Hero”. In other words, everything was in order, as it should be. 

Inside the envelope, the quest was:

“Travel to Mountain Lakeside and kill the Green Dragon. Then retrieve what you find inside the Tower and bring it to the Princess.”

Easy instrunctions. Clear. Except from what I had to retrieve, but the Princess reassured me I would know as soon as I saw it. I would not be mistaken.

So 23 days, 12 hours and 40 minutes I am on Mountain Lakeside, looking for a Green Dragon. How am I supposed to kill a Green Dragon? I do not own Swag or a talking horse. Just an old mare that likes to bite me in order to wake me up. 

I felt panic rise in my chest, I felt ready to vomit. I did not have training for this thing, I never went to “Heroes Academy”. I had no idea what to do. 

“What should I do?” I asked my old mare but I got no answer. “Ok, let us take everything step by step. It is always to make a checklist for everything. First we need to find the dragon.”

At that moment I saw a huge toenail, attached to a green toe, attached to a green foot gathered with green scales. Dragon found, check.

“Second step, how big is the dragon?”

I looked up, and up and up and up the dragon went, all huge and green. I never saw its face cause it was among the clouds. Dragon size, check.

“Third step, do I see its lair?” 

The lair was right behind the dragon. It was a small hole in the ground, but I guess this were I needed to go and retrieve what I  found inside it, because the dragon stood above it like a mother hen. Lair, check.

“Fourth step, find a weakness of the dragon.”

But how do you find a weakness to a beast like that? Despair creeped up inside me. I would be cooked like a roasted goat leg, nice and crispy and it would be noone to blame but me. This is what happens when a peasant wants to play the Hero. I am no Hero. I am tending horses. 

I started crying, sobs run through my body uncontrollably. I could not stop myself. 

I cried and  I cried loudly, and long until the dragon moved. It bented over and looked me up and down with its terrible eyes that were not covered in clouds anymore. I felt terriefied, I felt like eons had passed, staring into the beast’s eyes. Suddenly, it lowered its head and opened its mouth and I fell the world turning upside down.
To be continued

​Love is love. Love is sweet, love is a dream. Love is the spice in our lives and the death of ourselves. Love is a drug and a poisson. Love is a disaster.

You might think that I am melodramatic, and that I have never really been in love. But I will dissagree and say that I have been in love, trully in love, and you have not. Here is my story, read it and you will know why I hate love.

Once upon a time there was a princess. She was tall and fair. All men would have liked to have her as a wife. Of course I was not left untouched by her magic. I can only discribe it as magic, her manners, beauty and voice were enough to bent into her will even the most strongminded people. Back then I was not aware of that. I thought that she was the most amazing creature to have set her foot on earth. She could make my heart melt with one glance and everytime I dreamed of us together I died a little bit inside.

You see I was just a groom. I was the groom who groomed the royal horses, a high honor indeed. More prestige and money came with caring for the King and Queen’s horse, however it was not enough for asking a Princess in marriage. So I tried to be content with only looking at her and smiling when I helped her up the horse.

It was a sunny day and the birds were singing happily upon the trees. I was there sitting ony stool having Sugar ready for the Princess to ride her. Soon she came out and I helped her up the horse and the most extraordinary thing happened: she smiled at me. I was left speechless, my heart was racing into my chest while the Princess dashed off into the woods. 

The same thing happened the next day and the day after that. Did I mention before that I am stupid? I am stupid. I let myself believe that I could have a chance with someone like that. I let myself dream and then my dreams became wilder the day that she spoke to me. “Hello” she said and I blushed to the roots of my hair. I could not sleep all night and I could not eat properly. My friends made fun of me and if I had a pinch of intellegence within me I would have listened to them. But she spoke to me everyday, one or two words and it was enough. I was happy beyond imagination and it was enough. 

One day something unexpected happened. She came to me with eyes red. It was obvious that she was crying, that someone had hurt my princess, who would dare to do something like that? Who would dare to hurt an angelic creature like her? Sugar whined frustrated at my frustration but I paid no attention to her. I helped as always the Princess up her horse and she whispered, “Hello”. The sun was not shining and it was a remarkably cold day for August. 

Then something weird happened, I feel ashamed only remembering it! I asked her “My lady, are you alright?” She sighed heavily and I wanted to kill however made her sigh like that. 

“I need a friend, but I have no friends” she told me after a while. 

“I am your friend princess” I mixed my words when she looked me under her long eyelashes “I mean…I wish you no harm, and I am sure that you have  a lot of true friends, but I… I am your faithful servant. Always.”

“Thank you” she said and she rode off.

Two days later she was watching me carefully as I prepared Sugar for her. A cute little wrinkle between her eyebrows formed as she was thinking. I tried not to be affected by her watching me working. I tried to be gracefull while working, but what grace is  there at a servants job? If I were someone important, someone strong, someone who killed dragons or locked up witches, I could be important and interesting.

I helped her up her horse and she talked to me once more. “Are you my faithful servant?” 

“Always, my lady.” 

“And would you serve me in whatever way I wished?”

“Of course, my lady.”

“I have a quest for you, would you be able to do it? For me?” She inquired, almost pleading with me, who me? Suddenly I felt important and before I could stop myself and think I answered “whatever you wish, my lady”

…to be continued…

AN: Read at your own risk! Might include bad language or disturbing images. The 10th and last story of the 10 small stories. You can find the rest at my blog. Enjoy and comment!

The Red Lord looked the destroyed place through his visor. The rough mountains had been turned into a red waste, as red as the blood of his thousand enemies that he had slain. He wondered whether the soil will obtain its original color someday in the future. He doubted that day would come soon enough, it never rained more than three times a year on this part of the mountains, transfiguring the landscape into sole rocks and further below into a dessert that was stretching for thousands of miles. The mists of the mountain tops, where his home was located, would transform into life giving rain that would grace with its presence the other side of the mountain.

A thunderous noise alerted him of his partner’s arrival. At last, thought the Red Lord gloomily. The huge dark dragon was gone for far too long after the battle. He was sure that he was feasting on the flesh of their foes and friends alike, with no discrimination. His best friend was a beast, literally. The Red Lord had him since he was only a tiny small egg that could fit perfectly on the inside of his ear, and he was not a Red Lord but a nameless child of five. Soon afterward after many days of care and protecting it from becoming part of his father’s scrambled eggs, the dragon had finally hatched. At first, he was no longer than his middle finger, with black leather wings and dark purple veins. The scales would sparkle on the light. Fast, but not as fast as he would like, his dragon grew in size and strength. His appetite grew in correlation, too. He was so growing ever day more and more hungry and nothing could really satisfy its hunger, up until he ate his father alive. Not that the boy had felt sorry to lose his abusive father.

Twenty years later, the Dark Dragon was still devouring men, even though he liked to roast them first. The thunderous noises produced by its flapping of the wings, approached steadily but relatively slow. His dragon was growing old and heavy, but the Red Lord could do nothing about it. Soon, it would come the time for both of them to retire and find a hoard of gold to sit upon and each of them a beautiful wife to produce some loud offsprings. But not yet. First they had to confront the Gem Lord. As soon as the Dark Dragon landed next to him, he hoped onto his saddled back.

“Come on, my boy, it is time for us to hit the skied again. Let’s go and drink our last enemy’s blood.” the only answer that he got was a loud roar that cracked some rocks nearby. He let himself observe for a while their tumble downwards; they crashed with each other braking into smaller pieces and sometimes more blood stained rocks followed their path downwards.

After a while he kicked the dragon’s sides and flew off in the air. If anyone could see him at that moment, he would think that death had acquired flesh, bones and wings. His long red cape was blowing behind him, as did his silvery, long blond hair. He wore chainmail, boots and gloves as black as his beast’s leather wings; his helmet in the shape of his dragon’s face was black as well. Even his sword had a black glamour on it. They flew towards the east, over the green land, full of small orchards, flowers and busy bees. The Dark Dragon would flap his wings leisurely to navigate through the air currents. Twice he chased a flock of birds and once he ate an eagle; no beast could withstand a dragon. The Red Lord let him to his sport; they were in no hurry.

When the sun was setting, they reached their destination. They landed in the middle of a pavilion full of primroses, daises and other wildflowers. The colors were vivid here, they sang of merry work and the smells in the air whispered of lovemaking. The two of them in their black and red colors were out of place. Everything was so merry here that made him to want to fly away. He hated that part of the mountains. But now, they had to stay and confront the huge dragon in the middle of the pavilion.

The dragon was a blazing gold color that the sun rays only made it more dashing. The dragon was older than his own and thus larger and stronger, but also heavier and slower, less agile. He couldn’t see its dragonrider, but the Gem Lord was near, he could almost feel his golden rings rattle against the breastplate decorated with fine gems. He dismounded and approached the dragon. The dragon tried to snap at him and Dark Dragon roared protectively. His foe immediately subsided, he was seriously injured and couldn’t go up against the much younger and healthier dragon.

The Red Lord walked around the dragon keeping a fair distance, looking for his enemy. He spotted the Gem Lord under the dragon’s golden wing. He drew his sword.

“Hello, again” he called to him.

“You, again” said wearily the other rider. He was exhausted, pain and grief was marked on his face. “What do you want? It isn’t enough for you that you spilled the blood of my friends? That your beast caused so much pain to my dragon with its ugly nails?”

“No. You know what I want, you know why I am here” he replied steadily. He stopped some meters away from him, the tip of his sword aiming his breast.

The Gem Lord didn’t answer. He was focused to his bleeding dragon. Finally, after a long time during which both his enemies became restless, he answered. “All those dead, massacred dead and for what?” he said in a voice that he could barely listen to, “Are you sure it is worth your time? Because I am not sure anymore”.

“Yes” he said sure of himself.

“Do you know how old am I, boy?” asked the other rider. He had turned now and he was facing him. His arms were soaked in blood up to its elbow; blood was on his face, where earlier the Dark Lord had sliced him with his sword.

“I don’t know, old” he shrugged his shoulders.

“I am five hundred years old, and that beast over there” he patted his dragon gently on its wing “is a few years younger. During all those years I managed to win every single claimant, apart from you, Red Lord” he pouted his lips. “You have something in you… something dark and twisted, blood is in your future, and I can see it”.

“I don’t care about your ramblings, old man” he answered hotly. He was getting tired of him, he wanted the gem, and he wanted it now. “Just give me the Source, or…”

“Or what?” snapped the older rider, it was he turn to be angry now. “Will you hunt me down for the rest of my life? Will you rob me of my wealth, lands and daughter? You already did that, you have already spoiled my beautiful daughter. Will you kill my minions? You spilled every gallon of their blood back there. Will you kill me?” he laughed bitterly.

“I’ll kill your dragon” that made the other man stop laughing and watching carefully. “Or, you can give me the source and I will be gone, and you and your dragon will live the rest of your life in peace. You won’t be challenged again; by me at least”.

The Gem Lord looked him steadily. His eyes were the same gold shade as his dragon’s scales, as his daughter’s eyes. His lips turned into a thin line, his whole body tensed as he made his decision. Speechless he reached into his breastplate and drew out a small gem. It was gold in color, as gold as his eyes. It looked like it was made out of gold, with beautiful patterns on its surface. The other Lord reluctantly gave him the Source.

When he picked it up, he felt it heavier than it looked. A sudden energy run through him, reaching every single cell of his body, making his heart beat faster, his eyes see clearer, his ears hear better. And then he felt it, again and again and again. Pump, pump, pump. A small irregular thunder inside his heart was beating next to his own. He had two hearts now. He looked the gem into his hand, it had changed. It was small, still, but now it was dark red, like a ruby and its surface was rough, like it was made out of a thousand cutting knives. Slowly, it fainted and disappeared, all the while the thunder next to his heart had turned slow, strong and steady, fueling a new force inside him, the force of the Thousand Dragons’ Lives. Dark Dragon roared happily behind him.

“And, so it is done” the Gem Lord looked somehow diminished, tired, less vivid. He was like he had lost his color, his blood, his life. “The previous Keeper of the Source told me that the shape it took before settling beside your heart reveals something about you and something about your future. He was happy when he entrusted it to me, it was prettier than his or than his predecessor’s shape. Bountiful and happy will be your life; others will live through your life, too. You will bring sunshine into the world and I can rest in peace. Those were his words”.

The last rays of the sunlight faded away. Twilight was upon them, his favorite hour of the day when all the shadows and the foul creatures could lurk on the earth alike. He wondered what his shape meant. Blood and death. What else? Had it ever been anything else? He cast a last look into the other man’s eyes. The sorrow in them confirmed his suspicions.

The younger man said nothing; he turned around and climbed onto the back on his dragon. They flew away into the twilight. He didn’t care of his ominous future; of the Blood and Death within it; after all, he was not named the Red Lord without reason0

AN: I hope you have enjoyed reading this very random collection of stories. I was not always at the same mood when I wrote them, it took me almost 2 years to finish them. Please comment and thank you!  😀

AN: Read at your own risk! Might include bad language or disturbing images. The 9th story of the 10 small stories. You can find the rest at my blog. Enjoy and comment!

 

“If death looked as beautiful as you, I would have died a thousand times just to be able to look at your face.”

A woman was standing in front of the window. The room was dark, darker than oil, darker than the starless night that was outside. He was standing next to the close door and the only thing he could see was her silhouette against the light coming in through the window. She was wearing a tight, black dress and high black heels. She was smoking long slim cigarettes, the smoke was visible in an unearthly way and the tip of it shone red with ash and fire. Her silvery hair were caught up in a tight bun, not a single hair was out of its intended place. The few light was reflected on her hair, making her look like she had a crown made out of tears.

When she slowly turned towards him, his heart skipped a beat. Her full, red lips curved slightly, as if she could hear the man’s heartbeat. The dark man felt his heart race and the beats sounded like drums. When she moved towards him, he noticed the white skin on her flesh. His heart skipped a beat. When she looked him with her almond shaped, dark eyes, he could not break away from her intense stare, a stare that pierced right through his heart. His heart missed another beat. When she slowly moved close to him he felt his flesh burn with desire. His heart missed a beat. When she leaned forward to kiss him, he felt his mind would burst, his body would become fluid. His heart raced with fear and anticipation the kiss, but she stopped a few millimeters away from his skin.

Death wasn’t a toy for young men, he knew that now. He should have known it that it was a dangerous path to take, a path that led to a dead end. He should have known that. But he was in love. He was in love with Death itself. Few people could see Death, realize its breathtaking beauty. Few men could feel the passion for it, few men could feel her touch on their soul. But once they felt her eyes gaze into her soul, they always sought her, even though they did know why they were following that course. The same was for the Red Lord that John owed so much to. The Lord was the one wreaking havoc in John’s little gipsy caravan, just find her touch. She was there and even though the Red Lord was too blind to see her, he saw her. And ever since he wished to marry her.

Death was dangerous, as the Old Crone had told him. Death gripped at you and once she had her teeth of steel into your soul nothing could help you escape. He knew that now. ”How can I find her?” he had arrogantly asked her.

“On a village by the sea cliff, at the other end of the Dessert, there is a girl living with her sister. She weeps tears of blood, tears of fire and tears that are steaming hot. You must collect them all and one more” was her response.

“What is the other thing?”

“Her soul. It must fly to me”. John hesitated for a moment and he could feel her eyes mocking him.

“Deal”.

And so he had done, he had gain her trust, knowing that would make it easier for him to collect the tears, the young girl gave everything for him. And then, she flew as she was nudged to do by him. The girl had potential to become a great witch, maybe even better than her. Was the Old Crone afraid that she would take her place and thus wanted her dead? Was she collecting young girl’s souls to avoid the Death’s kiss? He had heard that she avoided for too long, but death comes for all. But he did not care. He wanted to meet Death and Death was here. Death was paid with the tears.

“What do you want John?” Death breathed those words against his lips.

“I want to marry you. I want to be with you. I want to be your eternal husband. Please take me with you.” John begged, hoping that his quest would have won her over. He had offered her the tears, he had offered her an infant’s life.

“I have an eternal husband. Life is my other half. But I will grand you your wish to take you with me”. When she kissed him fully on the lips he felt a strange sensation run through his spine. His heart forgot how to beat.

Your lips tasted like the sweetest summerwine. Your mouth tasted of honey and almonds; your lips where softer than silk; your smell reminded me of hot summer nights. I would die another thousands times just to kiss you again.

 

AN: Read at your own risk! Might include bad language or disturbing images. The 7th story of the 10 small stories. You can find the rest at my blog. Enjoy and comment!

She was standing on the edge of the cliff. The wind was howling; it blew her golden hair all over her face. It was better this way, none could see the tears tricking down her chin. It was not because she was afraid to be seen crying; on the contrary the young woman with the pale skin was never afraid to hide her emotions. What she wanted was to hide her tears.

The tears trickled down slowly, painfully. They always hurt, tears of fire had that effect on the young girl. She would weep fire tears when she was angry, she would weep tears of blood when she was scared. Physical pain could make her weep with salty tears, like all the normal girls of her age and yet different. None of these girls would feel the tears steaming hot against their smooth cheeks.

But this time, the tears were not afflicting her only with physical pain but also with emotional pain. The way was down, she thought. She watched down at the sea. The waves would crash against the sharp rocks, the foam looked as if it formed shapes. She could see a horse, a rose, a petal, a house, a dead girl floating across the ocean. The way was down.

She was afraid, but what had he said before going away to look for Death? If you want to rise, first you must fall. Take the leap and have faith. Yes that was the last advice he had given her before he abandoned her once and for all. He was a cruel man, a man with ambitions and secret dreams. But so was she. She had hoped for more than new life. She had hoped for freedom, for salvation for power. The dark man with the deep eyes had promised her that and more if she betrayed all her life, all her loyalties, all her emotions. If she was ready to do what was necessary. The girl had done that; she still remembered the knife slashing through an infant’s neck, the wailing of a mother with the same long hair as hers.

And now here she was. Take the leap. The way is down. But she could not. She wanted to fly, to be free of the torment that was her life. She did not want to weep tears of blood, fire or steaming hot water anymore. She did not want to be special anymore, she did not want to have power. She wanted to be done with all that and fly away. She wanted to find her way out of this misery. Take the leap! She urged herself, but she was afraid.

He wouldn’t be afraid. He was not afraid when he went to seek for Death. He would do it, he would have faith and he would do it. He would jump without a moment’s hesitation, he would do it and feel no remorse. He would have faith even if it failed. Faith can be tricky sometimes. It can reward you with all you want and more, but Faith can reward you with a cold kiss and a stone hug, he used to say.

She pictured herself jumping. She pictured herself crushing again the waves, becoming unrecognizable mass against the waves. Her bones shattered, her flesh broken. The sea animals would feast on her flesh and the waves would drink her blood. No, I will fly. Take the leap. But maybe her soul would fly away, go and join Death and maybe even see him. Either way she would be free.

As she jumped, her face was clean, no tears were there. And then she flew.