Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine except Kikyo and her family.
Crying in the darkness,
Tears trace my cheeks.
Show not the strong,
Show not the weak,
Inside Emotions,
For me to hide,
Within the depths of the soul,
That's where they reside.
Lady MoonHawk: Above is a little poem I wrote about Kikyo. Fits this chapter, doesn't it?
A not so happy Lady MoonHawk: C'mon people, please review. Constructive criticism is appreciated. I have toiled over these pages and will continue toiling until I am satisfied with my work. Be warned.
Someone's crying now. Someone's crying now. What was that voice? You did it. Now they cry. What did I do? Shame, Sparrow, shame. Shame? Because of what? Now they cry. What did I do? You killed Dragon. Now they grieve.
Kikyo jolted awake, hot sweat running down the side of her face. No, that wasn't sweat; elves don't sweat. Kikyo gently touched the side of her cheek, a droplet of the moisture staying on her fingers. She opened her mouth and tasted the liquid. A sort of saltiness lingered in her mouth afterwards. Tears. She was crying? No, she had been though, while she was asleep. Crying for the second time that day, but why second? Yes, the first time she had been grieving for her father, but this? Suddenly she remembered her odd dream she had just had, where the voices had tugged on strings that held fragile emotions and sent them, shattered, across the floor of her soul. But who was this Dragon? Then she remembered what the human had called himself. Dragon. It had never occurred to her that someone might actually grieve for him. That he would have family. To her he was just another meaningless slob looking for a fight.
She had never considered the moral effects that killing someone might have. Now guilt was overflowing. Someone else had just lost their father, because of her. She was so stupid! How could she have been so dumb as to fight back? .How.? Fresh tears spilled down her face because of the refueled grief and because she had taken a life of someone else's father. How could she get rid of the sin that blanketed her hands? How could she? She would never. The thought came so quickly, I've killed someone and I'll never be able to change that. His face will follow me everywhere, the knowledge that I've taken someone else's father will never cease to pain me. It'll always be there. What surprised even Kikyo, her tears were not refueled by this thought, but they stopped. Grim awareness set in. She would never escape the harsh truth of the murder she had committed, unless.
Kikyo climbed out of bed, her moon-white sleeping gown glowing in the light of the full moon. It was almost like the time when - what she had just remembered seemed to have been forgotten almost instantly. This made her even more upset with herself, and even more forlorn. Walking towards the door of her room, she grabbed her ribbon from her dresser, and tied it around her hair. Opening the door, she stepped out into the dark hallway, lit only by the occasional burst of moonlight through a window. Shutting the door quietly behind her, Kikyo started down the hall. Everything around her seemed to be glaring at her with sinister eyes, taunting her, and once she even thought she heard a 'Look, it's the murderer!' from behind a window, but upon closer inspection found nothing that could have said such a thing.
Finding her way out of the palace, she found it was very bright outside, at least for night. The grass felt warm under her feet, yet not even that improved her mood. She gave a soft sigh and picked up her feet to continue on. Weaving in and out of trees, she finally found her destination: The waterfall. Swallowing hard she fought down the tears that were threatening to show their selves. Walking along the river, she came to the edge of the cliff, which the waterfall poured itself over. So, her life would end the same way as her fathers, in the same place; suicide, by throwing herself over the falls. She stood and looked down at the beautiful sights below. If she wanted to die anywhere it was here. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the unthinkable.
"I wouldn't do it if I were you." Came a voice from somewhere behind her. Turning around, startled, she saw the same elf she had encountered earlier that day.
"Just leave. me be!" She said, her voice cracking as the tears she had held back spilled out over her eyelashes. She covered her face with her hands, and let the tears spill into them. She convulsed with the weight of the world upon her shoulders, a weight she was not yet ready to bear. She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes hard. Then - she didn't care. She let her body go limp, and she started to fall to the ground, but she didn't. Warm arms encircled her, and she wept into them, until she was so tired from doing so that she fell asleep.
Crying in the darkness,
Tears trace my cheeks.
Show not the strong,
Show not the weak,
Inside Emotions,
For me to hide,
Within the depths of the soul,
That's where they reside.
Lady MoonHawk: Above is a little poem I wrote about Kikyo. Fits this chapter, doesn't it?
A not so happy Lady MoonHawk: C'mon people, please review. Constructive criticism is appreciated. I have toiled over these pages and will continue toiling until I am satisfied with my work. Be warned.
Someone's crying now. Someone's crying now. What was that voice? You did it. Now they cry. What did I do? Shame, Sparrow, shame. Shame? Because of what? Now they cry. What did I do? You killed Dragon. Now they grieve.
Kikyo jolted awake, hot sweat running down the side of her face. No, that wasn't sweat; elves don't sweat. Kikyo gently touched the side of her cheek, a droplet of the moisture staying on her fingers. She opened her mouth and tasted the liquid. A sort of saltiness lingered in her mouth afterwards. Tears. She was crying? No, she had been though, while she was asleep. Crying for the second time that day, but why second? Yes, the first time she had been grieving for her father, but this? Suddenly she remembered her odd dream she had just had, where the voices had tugged on strings that held fragile emotions and sent them, shattered, across the floor of her soul. But who was this Dragon? Then she remembered what the human had called himself. Dragon. It had never occurred to her that someone might actually grieve for him. That he would have family. To her he was just another meaningless slob looking for a fight.
She had never considered the moral effects that killing someone might have. Now guilt was overflowing. Someone else had just lost their father, because of her. She was so stupid! How could she have been so dumb as to fight back? .How.? Fresh tears spilled down her face because of the refueled grief and because she had taken a life of someone else's father. How could she get rid of the sin that blanketed her hands? How could she? She would never. The thought came so quickly, I've killed someone and I'll never be able to change that. His face will follow me everywhere, the knowledge that I've taken someone else's father will never cease to pain me. It'll always be there. What surprised even Kikyo, her tears were not refueled by this thought, but they stopped. Grim awareness set in. She would never escape the harsh truth of the murder she had committed, unless.
Kikyo climbed out of bed, her moon-white sleeping gown glowing in the light of the full moon. It was almost like the time when - what she had just remembered seemed to have been forgotten almost instantly. This made her even more upset with herself, and even more forlorn. Walking towards the door of her room, she grabbed her ribbon from her dresser, and tied it around her hair. Opening the door, she stepped out into the dark hallway, lit only by the occasional burst of moonlight through a window. Shutting the door quietly behind her, Kikyo started down the hall. Everything around her seemed to be glaring at her with sinister eyes, taunting her, and once she even thought she heard a 'Look, it's the murderer!' from behind a window, but upon closer inspection found nothing that could have said such a thing.
Finding her way out of the palace, she found it was very bright outside, at least for night. The grass felt warm under her feet, yet not even that improved her mood. She gave a soft sigh and picked up her feet to continue on. Weaving in and out of trees, she finally found her destination: The waterfall. Swallowing hard she fought down the tears that were threatening to show their selves. Walking along the river, she came to the edge of the cliff, which the waterfall poured itself over. So, her life would end the same way as her fathers, in the same place; suicide, by throwing herself over the falls. She stood and looked down at the beautiful sights below. If she wanted to die anywhere it was here. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the unthinkable.
"I wouldn't do it if I were you." Came a voice from somewhere behind her. Turning around, startled, she saw the same elf she had encountered earlier that day.
"Just leave. me be!" She said, her voice cracking as the tears she had held back spilled out over her eyelashes. She covered her face with her hands, and let the tears spill into them. She convulsed with the weight of the world upon her shoulders, a weight she was not yet ready to bear. She gritted her teeth, closing her eyes hard. Then - she didn't care. She let her body go limp, and she started to fall to the ground, but she didn't. Warm arms encircled her, and she wept into them, until she was so tired from doing so that she fell asleep.