Chapter 4: Imagine
Celena stood infront of her many friends at the Fannellian castle; still she could not believe the news she had just heard. Princess Millerna, her only female friend, was dead. Everyone on Gaea was strucken with great shock, seeing that the least expected royal had been killed. A great load of Gaean's figured either King Aston or King Van were to take the plunge first because of their great stupidity and their problems with patience. So . everyone of course figured they'd be killed. Patience is a virtue isn't it?
Van sat in his throne, unsure of what to really say. Of course this was completely unexpected, especially for him. Three murders in the same week, pretty unusual for Gaea, that was for sure. The only time there had ever had so many killings was when Zaibach was still around. Whores and innocent children, whom were mostly girls, would disapear, as their bodies would be found months later.
That has not happened for a long time, Gaea no longer lives in fear of the great Zaibach Empire. Children no longer have horrid nightmares about a soldier coming and taking their family away, or burning down their beloved city. I have to admit even I was scared at times. I had no way of protecting my little brother besides my father's old knife, of which I still have. It was rusty, however making it much more dangerous. If a rusty knife were to ever cut into your skin . for sure you would have a most dangerous infection.
After everyone was finished crying over their loss, I decided to pay Celena another visit that night. I would only come to her at night, for it seemed to fit the right position.
I waited in the garden, as my crow went up to get her. As soon as Celena saw him, she knew I was waiting for her. Not only that, but she had been trying to reach me all day. It wasn't easy reaching me; I had to hide . blend in with my surroundings. I couldn't walk out in the middle of the street in broad daylight, it would be like telling everyone I'm back from the dead, come and burn my pale, dead flesh.
Dead, all day I kept thinking about what I was. If I would return to a deep slumber once my conflict was over. Would I live an eternity of loneliness for I could not love another, I could not bring happiness, provide children . nothing. I was a waste of flesh, not worth being brought back. I felt a sad, cold depression. What scared me the most was if I had the chance, would I be able to love? Would my dead heart give me the chance?
I really am pathetic. I never thought of love until that very day. It never ocurred to me how short life could be, or was. Being who I was it was different, I could walk, talk and breathe. But I could not show feelings from sympathy to love.
After snapping out of my darkened thoughts, I noticed Celena was on her way to greet me. Well, she seemed as though she had been crying for quite some time. Old tear marks stained her face, showing her sorrow for the loss of her friend. Showing a feeling.
"Sorry I took so long," sniffed Celena.
I understood completely, for I was not going to tell her so.
"Whatever, next time don't be late. I haven't got time for this."
"I understand."
I started to walk; knowing Celena would follow behind me. I was going to bring her into the forest so we could talk privately and not worry about eavesdroppers coming from the castle. After venturing into the forest for about five minutes, we reached a tree stub of which Celena sat on.
"What did you need?" Celena asked, obviously terrified of her surroundings.
"." I did not answer her.
". Millerna?"
"I told you."
"I had no idea that-"
"Don't under-estimate life, Celena. You're amoung the lucky ones who have a good life," I growled.
She looked away, more tears streaming down her face. It seemed as though every time we met she would cry. Now do you understand how much sorrow I bring to people? If you don't, you better start from the beginning of this story.
"Sometimes I . sometimes I just want to . want to . die." she confessed.
Die? Was she crazy, I wondered if she understood the hell that I was going through. Then again, only the great gods know if she would end up like me. Either way, being dead would cause others to mourn over her, giving them sorrow just like I seem to be able to give quite often.
"You don't want to die."
"Yes . yes I do!"
This enraged me! Here she was, unsure of what death was really like. Well I was going to show her, show her how much pain there is to go through. I quickly grabbed her, forcing her to stand up. She cried even more, afraid I was going to hurt her . I was going to be rough of course but I was not going to hurt her.
I put my hands on her eyes, blocking out any light from her reality. I was going to bring her into my world.
"Can you see anything?" I growled.
"No!"
"Good. Let me show you what it is like to die. Let me show you death and it's consequences!"
I pushed my memories into her head, letting her see everything that had happened to Millerna and I. I showed her how exactly I died. Not only did I show her, but also I let her feel the pain, feel the knife itch into my back killing off all of my life. It's amazing how one simple knife can take away a life.
"Do you feel it?!" I yelled.
"Yes! . Yes I . I do! . Aaah!"
She screamed as she could feel it dig into her back. This was an illusion for her it would never happen, no blood or anything . just the pain.
"Please make it stop!" she cried.
"I'm not done yet!"
Again, I showed her some more of the pain of the death. I let her see Millerna's death, the struggle she went through to stay alive . to stay alive for her friends, family and people. Celena screamed again in pain. Atlast, I let her go as she fell to the ground crying.
"Do you still want to die?" I asked.
She said nothing as I glared at her. Celena was terrified of me now; I wasn't so sure if that was such a good thing, or even a bad thing.
"Y-you've . y-you've changed." stuttered Celena.
"That's just it . I'm dead."
I knelt down beside her as she layed down on her side, not sure what to do. It seemed as though she was in shock. Her eyes were wide open as her breathing quickened. Something wasn't right about this.
"I feel sick!"
"Wh-"
Before I could even ask anything she had thrown up. It was a good thing I was sitting where I was, for she missed me by a few inches. Celena seemed tired and exhausted. She was most definatly going to sleep like a baby that night. After waiting for a minute, Celena rolled onto her back looking up at the blackened sky.
"Better?" I asked.
"A little."
I sighed as I sat down, my heels sitting on the ground as I brought my knees up and I rested my hands on the ground. I watched Celena breathe in and out for minutes. It was calming, really. Watching her.
"Now do you understand?"
She looked at me, realizing I broke the silence with the question she was most dreading. Celena sat up and looked at me in the eyes. Before she said anything, she hugged me . just like she did before, only this time it felt as though she would never let go.
"I don't want to die for a very long time." she whispered.
"Good, you should be happy to have life. Everyone takes it for granted by testing it."
"I know. And I had no idea what you went through, all of that pain."
"No one knows what I'm going through Celena. I get to spend the rest of my time here searching for killers . and only the great gods know if I will still be here after I do so. My life was short, and so is my death . take nothing for granted."
Celena nodded her head in agreement as she turned her head to look into my eyes. I knew she could see right through me. She read through my eyes as if a mirror to my mind.
"I think I should go now . we'll meet again here, tomorrow night?"
"Sure," I replied.
With that, we both stood up to go our separate ways. However, before Celena left she decided to kiss me. It was a quick peck on the lips, but still it was a kiss. It felt strange; I didn't know how to react to it. Before I could even say anything, Celena was already running back to the Fannellian castle.
A/N: Ok, so that was chapter 4 I think? I don't know . lol I read your review Harmony . its spelled Lestat. And I wouldn't think of that name. However, the main character in "Interview with a Vampire" is not Lestat, but Louis. Anyways, Rice is not a vampire, he's "The Crow" dead, but still not a vampire. So if half way through my story starts to make absolutely no sense at all . I was hit like 5 times on the head and slapped 2 times in school yesterday. I HATE soccer, and my friend slapped me cuz she thought I was going to tell Jimmy Joli that she liked him (yes, that's his name "jimmy joli") and even after I decided I wasn't she slapped me, so then I told him. And then for no aparent reason my other friend slapped me. And then I got hit with a soccer ball twice, hit with a dictionary, hit with a pen and hit with a ruler. So my mind is a little boggled right now. So I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm really tired now, so yeah.
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Celena stood infront of her many friends at the Fannellian castle; still she could not believe the news she had just heard. Princess Millerna, her only female friend, was dead. Everyone on Gaea was strucken with great shock, seeing that the least expected royal had been killed. A great load of Gaean's figured either King Aston or King Van were to take the plunge first because of their great stupidity and their problems with patience. So . everyone of course figured they'd be killed. Patience is a virtue isn't it?
Van sat in his throne, unsure of what to really say. Of course this was completely unexpected, especially for him. Three murders in the same week, pretty unusual for Gaea, that was for sure. The only time there had ever had so many killings was when Zaibach was still around. Whores and innocent children, whom were mostly girls, would disapear, as their bodies would be found months later.
That has not happened for a long time, Gaea no longer lives in fear of the great Zaibach Empire. Children no longer have horrid nightmares about a soldier coming and taking their family away, or burning down their beloved city. I have to admit even I was scared at times. I had no way of protecting my little brother besides my father's old knife, of which I still have. It was rusty, however making it much more dangerous. If a rusty knife were to ever cut into your skin . for sure you would have a most dangerous infection.
After everyone was finished crying over their loss, I decided to pay Celena another visit that night. I would only come to her at night, for it seemed to fit the right position.
I waited in the garden, as my crow went up to get her. As soon as Celena saw him, she knew I was waiting for her. Not only that, but she had been trying to reach me all day. It wasn't easy reaching me; I had to hide . blend in with my surroundings. I couldn't walk out in the middle of the street in broad daylight, it would be like telling everyone I'm back from the dead, come and burn my pale, dead flesh.
Dead, all day I kept thinking about what I was. If I would return to a deep slumber once my conflict was over. Would I live an eternity of loneliness for I could not love another, I could not bring happiness, provide children . nothing. I was a waste of flesh, not worth being brought back. I felt a sad, cold depression. What scared me the most was if I had the chance, would I be able to love? Would my dead heart give me the chance?
I really am pathetic. I never thought of love until that very day. It never ocurred to me how short life could be, or was. Being who I was it was different, I could walk, talk and breathe. But I could not show feelings from sympathy to love.
After snapping out of my darkened thoughts, I noticed Celena was on her way to greet me. Well, she seemed as though she had been crying for quite some time. Old tear marks stained her face, showing her sorrow for the loss of her friend. Showing a feeling.
"Sorry I took so long," sniffed Celena.
I understood completely, for I was not going to tell her so.
"Whatever, next time don't be late. I haven't got time for this."
"I understand."
I started to walk; knowing Celena would follow behind me. I was going to bring her into the forest so we could talk privately and not worry about eavesdroppers coming from the castle. After venturing into the forest for about five minutes, we reached a tree stub of which Celena sat on.
"What did you need?" Celena asked, obviously terrified of her surroundings.
"." I did not answer her.
". Millerna?"
"I told you."
"I had no idea that-"
"Don't under-estimate life, Celena. You're amoung the lucky ones who have a good life," I growled.
She looked away, more tears streaming down her face. It seemed as though every time we met she would cry. Now do you understand how much sorrow I bring to people? If you don't, you better start from the beginning of this story.
"Sometimes I . sometimes I just want to . want to . die." she confessed.
Die? Was she crazy, I wondered if she understood the hell that I was going through. Then again, only the great gods know if she would end up like me. Either way, being dead would cause others to mourn over her, giving them sorrow just like I seem to be able to give quite often.
"You don't want to die."
"Yes . yes I do!"
This enraged me! Here she was, unsure of what death was really like. Well I was going to show her, show her how much pain there is to go through. I quickly grabbed her, forcing her to stand up. She cried even more, afraid I was going to hurt her . I was going to be rough of course but I was not going to hurt her.
I put my hands on her eyes, blocking out any light from her reality. I was going to bring her into my world.
"Can you see anything?" I growled.
"No!"
"Good. Let me show you what it is like to die. Let me show you death and it's consequences!"
I pushed my memories into her head, letting her see everything that had happened to Millerna and I. I showed her how exactly I died. Not only did I show her, but also I let her feel the pain, feel the knife itch into my back killing off all of my life. It's amazing how one simple knife can take away a life.
"Do you feel it?!" I yelled.
"Yes! . Yes I . I do! . Aaah!"
She screamed as she could feel it dig into her back. This was an illusion for her it would never happen, no blood or anything . just the pain.
"Please make it stop!" she cried.
"I'm not done yet!"
Again, I showed her some more of the pain of the death. I let her see Millerna's death, the struggle she went through to stay alive . to stay alive for her friends, family and people. Celena screamed again in pain. Atlast, I let her go as she fell to the ground crying.
"Do you still want to die?" I asked.
She said nothing as I glared at her. Celena was terrified of me now; I wasn't so sure if that was such a good thing, or even a bad thing.
"Y-you've . y-you've changed." stuttered Celena.
"That's just it . I'm dead."
I knelt down beside her as she layed down on her side, not sure what to do. It seemed as though she was in shock. Her eyes were wide open as her breathing quickened. Something wasn't right about this.
"I feel sick!"
"Wh-"
Before I could even ask anything she had thrown up. It was a good thing I was sitting where I was, for she missed me by a few inches. Celena seemed tired and exhausted. She was most definatly going to sleep like a baby that night. After waiting for a minute, Celena rolled onto her back looking up at the blackened sky.
"Better?" I asked.
"A little."
I sighed as I sat down, my heels sitting on the ground as I brought my knees up and I rested my hands on the ground. I watched Celena breathe in and out for minutes. It was calming, really. Watching her.
"Now do you understand?"
She looked at me, realizing I broke the silence with the question she was most dreading. Celena sat up and looked at me in the eyes. Before she said anything, she hugged me . just like she did before, only this time it felt as though she would never let go.
"I don't want to die for a very long time." she whispered.
"Good, you should be happy to have life. Everyone takes it for granted by testing it."
"I know. And I had no idea what you went through, all of that pain."
"No one knows what I'm going through Celena. I get to spend the rest of my time here searching for killers . and only the great gods know if I will still be here after I do so. My life was short, and so is my death . take nothing for granted."
Celena nodded her head in agreement as she turned her head to look into my eyes. I knew she could see right through me. She read through my eyes as if a mirror to my mind.
"I think I should go now . we'll meet again here, tomorrow night?"
"Sure," I replied.
With that, we both stood up to go our separate ways. However, before Celena left she decided to kiss me. It was a quick peck on the lips, but still it was a kiss. It felt strange; I didn't know how to react to it. Before I could even say anything, Celena was already running back to the Fannellian castle.
A/N: Ok, so that was chapter 4 I think? I don't know . lol I read your review Harmony . its spelled Lestat. And I wouldn't think of that name. However, the main character in "Interview with a Vampire" is not Lestat, but Louis. Anyways, Rice is not a vampire, he's "The Crow" dead, but still not a vampire. So if half way through my story starts to make absolutely no sense at all . I was hit like 5 times on the head and slapped 2 times in school yesterday. I HATE soccer, and my friend slapped me cuz she thought I was going to tell Jimmy Joli that she liked him (yes, that's his name "jimmy joli") and even after I decided I wasn't she slapped me, so then I told him. And then for no aparent reason my other friend slapped me. And then I got hit with a soccer ball twice, hit with a dictionary, hit with a pen and hit with a ruler. So my mind is a little boggled right now. So I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm really tired now, so yeah.
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