I don't post for months and months and then two posts in one day! Truthfully its not that I'm particularly inspired right now- other than the obligatory procrastination inspiration –I just wrote this one yesterday, and thought I'd post it along with the little drabble form a while back. This is the longest thing I've written in a while so enjoy. Again I own nothing.
Fairytale
In the world of fantasy and fairytales, the prince always rescued the princess and saved the day, before riding off into the sunset.
The real world however was entirely different, the only thing the 'prince' succeeded in saving was his own life, and the only thing he could do for the princess was kill her.
In fairytales heroic sacrifice was always rewarded.
But Šahrzād never returned.
In fairytales, the hero would not fall because of tragedy; he would only grow stronger, his loss fuelling his desire to create a world where such a tragedy would never again occur, ignoring all desires for revenge. And at the end of it all he would find his happiness, and live forever in peace.
So she fulfilled the
promise she made to her, become the beacon of hope which the world so
desperately needed. The journey had been long and tiresome, and was
yet to come to an end. But the worst was over, she had set things
into motion by her actions, and the world envisioned in fairytales
almost within her grasp.
However there was no happiness to be
found, there was nothing at the conclusion of the promise, the void
still remained unfilled.
Yet Ester continued the fruitless search
of the happy ending that should by right be hers, until one day she
realized she had been looking in the wrong place.
And so here
she was no longer the Lady Saint or the Queen of Albion, but a
condemned prisoner awaiting execution. There would be no help form
the Vatican nor her country; for not even their combined power was
enough to stay the execution of the murderer of the Empress, and she
wanted none of it. She had come to terms with her fate long before
she had set on the road of vengeance, as her tovarăş had so plainly
put it, "A crime is a crime, after all"
So Ester
smiles to herself, tomorrow at sunrise it will all be over, the last
piece of her revenge shall finally completed.