Why is a blank page always so daunting? I have and run though the story in my mind many times and it flows with speed and ease, but open word and sit down wanting to bring in into life through my fingers and it just runs away from my mind….

I do not own any of the players mentioned or eluded at in my story, and this is actually my first attempt at writing such a thing… If you would be so inclined I would enjoy it if you gave back thoughts, thank you.

Thoughts on a Cliff

A lone figure stood on the edge of the cliff, clad in white, the ever-present cape, whipping in the stiff sea wind. He looked down into the silver hand mirror, at his now human face, so beautiful that some would say that it shouldn't belong to a mortal, looked up at him.

I look at myself and am still a monster…

He dropped the silver hand mirror, watching as it fell and spun, catching small glimpses of sunlight, before disappearing into the rough surf many feet below.

A monster, that is all I am, all I ever was… and I thought that removing the stone from my face would make me less of a monster, all it has done is hide it in the shadows, I wanted to be strong… Rezo, he gave that to me, and what did I do to repay him? A slight chuckle escaped Zellgadis' lips. I killed him… He was a kind old man, obsessed as I was perhaps, researching magic reading books that would have probably stolen his eyesight if it wasn't gone all ready, but he wanted to just be able to see, I… I wanted to be strong, to have it all, and not to work for it. And I killed him…

His shadow grew longer as the sun slowly sank below the sea, and Zel did not look up, his eyes stayed fixed upon the surf and stones below.

I even had people who thought to be friends once, but that ended, every time by my hand, I would leave to find my cure, to find how to make myself how I was. Now I have it and see that it wasn't that I was a monster on the outside hiding my humanity, I was a monster on the inside, and made so that everyone could see it…

A single tear fell from his face, as the sun was completely swallowed up by the sea.

A monster such as myself should never live among men…

He closed his eyes in the darkness and thought of the friends he once had, the young Princess, who clamed to love a monster, the Swordsman, who although incredibly stupid knew who he was and what he had to do, and finally… Her… the one the world saw as a monster as well, but was its savior, one whom made him forget every so often of the monster he was… Her angel's face and fiery hair were pictured in his mind one last time as he started his final step, a sad smile on his lips, pain and self-hate in his heart, that had long ago eaten away at his soul.