Hey there people….well I guess it's been so long now that I haven't post anything… well as I was sitting in class, I figure that I write something to post… you know just for kicks… ehhehee well I'd like you guys to guess who this character is…. I think I'm just going to make it a one shot… hehhehehe my one and only and first one shot…. Well enjoy! oh yes, and review it too…
The seasons have change to winter and a bonfire sleeps next to me during this time of the year. I do not mind the cold for I am a full fledge demon and can withstand it. But this bonfire, why do I nest next to it during the dark hours of these white grounds? I did not mind it at first a few winters ago, but lately I have notice a change within this fire. It seems that the flames has grown bigger and bigger as each winter passes by, and by which frightens me to quite some lengths. While I take my pleasure of watching this flower bloom, I've not notice how the time has flown by. I have remained a solid statue within the shadows of time, and this single flaming rose takes up sheer joy and laughter under the sun's kisses. I – a demon, an unchanging cold stone and she, a soft flowing river, by which has already washed me over. I want to stop this flow of the river before it over floods and leaves a mark upon this land. But how will I come about to do so? I do not know.
The little being scares me more than any of the strongest opponents that I've ever encountered. I can stand tall with my lean figure throughout a 700 year war if it ever occurs. But I cannot even imagine the same posture for 7 seconds of my eternal life if she is here. These humans that are so weak, yet so gentle - which I once claim that it was a disgrace to the land. These people, these beings, these weaklings; every one of them which calls themselves 'humans'. I am a true demon and am not going to fall head over heels over one. I want to look her up within a star so no one can reach her. And after when this world becomes its ruins by my hands, would I crush her along with the rest of them. But why do I cowered at the thought of having someone to do this murderous deed for me? What difference would it make if I myself, was to put an end to her laughter? Why is she here with me? I do not know.
Her, the only one that even my inner conscious cannot figure out. What is so amusing about these pathetic little humans anyway? I find myself grow more distant from her, and yet, even more attach like how bees are to flowers and honey, and tails to dogs and dogs to bones. The feeling of it is almost great, yet pathetic and stupid. Have I grown so compassionate to what my limits have gone out of hands? If everything she did was so pathetic, why is it so overwhelming to see her have it done so? If I can raise an eyebrow over a thousand females before, I can do it again. I can destroy her within a blink of an eye, but yet, I still choose not to. I want the world and I will have it. I yearn for more power than I shall ever grant myself and I will earn it. I can have everything, and yet I have nothing. This word "everything", means nothing to me. When will this game of building bridges end? I can never guess the day, but I will prove what I'm worth. A woman once told me that a butterfly is not a butterfly unless it grows wings, and a butterfly is never protected unless it is winged. I hate riddles! It took me nearly 250 years to figure out the imposturous riddle to my father's hidden tomb. Am I so amused by this woman's riddle that I have kept this human with me for so long? That, I do not know.
OK! That's it folks! Argh! I guess you guys have already guess who the character is… sesh, I just have to give it away… anyways, tell me if you guys like it or not… I'd like some reviews… well thanks…