Alone
Angelica Diablo
Disclaimer: Don't own the Ronins. Edgar Allen Poe wrote the poem. I would like to
state that this poem is proof that were he alive today, Poe would be a Ronin fan. Thank
you.
"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were – I have not seen
As others saw – I could not bring
My passions from a common spring –"
Mia knelt, looking out the window at the front lawn of her house. The house was so
silent these days, ever since the guys had moved out. They had gone on, they didn't
need her anymore. That was all there was to it.
"From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow – I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone –
And all I lov'd – I lov'd alone –"
Everything seemed so dull, so monotonous and pointless. Once you helped save the
world, what else was there to do? The guys had always been so wonderful to her, they
had been loud at times, but they tried to keep the manor in good shape for her. Now it
was so empty. Rowen had gone off to study abroad in Harvard in America. Cye was
studying marine biology in Tokyo. Kento had gone on a month long mountain climbing
excursion. Sage had gone to Kyoto to train under his grandfather again. Ryo had
disappeared with White Blaze into the forest, and who knew when she'd see him again.
They'd all just parted ways.
"Then – in my childhood – in the dawn
Of a most stormy life – was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still –"
Mia stood and walked through the house, on her way to her study. Ghosts of the guys
flitted past her; Kento and Cye chasing each other down the hall, Kento with Cye's latest
culinary masterpiece clutched in his hands. Rowen, sitting on the couch, his nose buried
in a book. Ryo and Sage sparing in the front lawn. All of this, she missed somehow.
All of them, they'd done so much to touch her soul…
"From the torrent, or the fountain –"
Cye, with his gentle voice, he'd soothed her mind whenever she had just needed
someone to talk to. He'd always listened, always been so kind to her in his soft way.
His calming presence had been something to hang on to in a storm. Not to mention
nothing could rival that boys cooking.
"From the red cliff of the mountain –"
Kento, though loud and raucous some times, he had always been there to make her
laugh. It never failed, whenever she was in a deep blue funk Kento could squeeze a
smile out of her, even when she really didn't want to laugh. He could liven up any
situation.
"From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold –"
Ryo, the burning passion that never seemed to die out in his soul had marked Mia. She
knew she would never be able to forget the look on his face whenever his friends were
in trouble. That fierce protectiveness that burned in him had always made her thankful
to be on his good side. He had always been so good to his friends.
"From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by –"
Rowen, who had this mind that worked like a fine tuned machine when it came to
solving problems and breaking down the situation. They had talked for hours on books,
theories, anything. His mind amazed her; always working on some formula, always
thinking ahead. There were times she could swear she could hear the wheels turning in
his brain.
"From the thunder, and the storm –"
Sage, always the levelheaded seeker of wisdom. Always the one who appeared to
distance himself, on the outside looking in. Yet at the same time, he was always there's.
His cool collectedness had come in handy quite a few times, yet he always could laugh.
Mia decided it proved he wasn't as cold and distant as he seemed to want people to
think at times.
"And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view"
Even Tulpa hadn't been able to separate them. The darkness had filled the sky, and they
had been there to protect her.
Always, they'd been close to her heart. Always, they'd been there. Now she was alone.
Angelica Diablo
Disclaimer: Don't own the Ronins. Edgar Allen Poe wrote the poem. I would like to
state that this poem is proof that were he alive today, Poe would be a Ronin fan. Thank
you.
"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were – I have not seen
As others saw – I could not bring
My passions from a common spring –"
Mia knelt, looking out the window at the front lawn of her house. The house was so
silent these days, ever since the guys had moved out. They had gone on, they didn't
need her anymore. That was all there was to it.
"From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow – I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone –
And all I lov'd – I lov'd alone –"
Everything seemed so dull, so monotonous and pointless. Once you helped save the
world, what else was there to do? The guys had always been so wonderful to her, they
had been loud at times, but they tried to keep the manor in good shape for her. Now it
was so empty. Rowen had gone off to study abroad in Harvard in America. Cye was
studying marine biology in Tokyo. Kento had gone on a month long mountain climbing
excursion. Sage had gone to Kyoto to train under his grandfather again. Ryo had
disappeared with White Blaze into the forest, and who knew when she'd see him again.
They'd all just parted ways.
"Then – in my childhood – in the dawn
Of a most stormy life – was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still –"
Mia stood and walked through the house, on her way to her study. Ghosts of the guys
flitted past her; Kento and Cye chasing each other down the hall, Kento with Cye's latest
culinary masterpiece clutched in his hands. Rowen, sitting on the couch, his nose buried
in a book. Ryo and Sage sparing in the front lawn. All of this, she missed somehow.
All of them, they'd done so much to touch her soul…
"From the torrent, or the fountain –"
Cye, with his gentle voice, he'd soothed her mind whenever she had just needed
someone to talk to. He'd always listened, always been so kind to her in his soft way.
His calming presence had been something to hang on to in a storm. Not to mention
nothing could rival that boys cooking.
"From the red cliff of the mountain –"
Kento, though loud and raucous some times, he had always been there to make her
laugh. It never failed, whenever she was in a deep blue funk Kento could squeeze a
smile out of her, even when she really didn't want to laugh. He could liven up any
situation.
"From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold –"
Ryo, the burning passion that never seemed to die out in his soul had marked Mia. She
knew she would never be able to forget the look on his face whenever his friends were
in trouble. That fierce protectiveness that burned in him had always made her thankful
to be on his good side. He had always been so good to his friends.
"From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by –"
Rowen, who had this mind that worked like a fine tuned machine when it came to
solving problems and breaking down the situation. They had talked for hours on books,
theories, anything. His mind amazed her; always working on some formula, always
thinking ahead. There were times she could swear she could hear the wheels turning in
his brain.
"From the thunder, and the storm –"
Sage, always the levelheaded seeker of wisdom. Always the one who appeared to
distance himself, on the outside looking in. Yet at the same time, he was always there's.
His cool collectedness had come in handy quite a few times, yet he always could laugh.
Mia decided it proved he wasn't as cold and distant as he seemed to want people to
think at times.
"And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view"
Even Tulpa hadn't been able to separate them. The darkness had filled the sky, and they
had been there to protect her.
Always, they'd been close to her heart. Always, they'd been there. Now she was alone.