Author's Note: This is an idea I came up with this morning. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Grr.
His hand snaked into the dark, unknown territory behind her bed, pulling out what had been revealed to him by some rogue flicker of light. The book he pulled out was torn and battered, having weathered what seemed to have been a battle of ink and time.
His name had been carved fiercely into the black velvet, cardboard showing between the midnight softness, totally different from the neat, cursive words within. A stain of dark red was covering the edges of the papers, dried and old. He thumbed through the pages at first, then turned to the first page, and commenced reading. Tear drops had been splattered on the pages. Only deciphering the neat handwriting would tell what secrets she had hid between the lines.
Dear Malchior (Wednesday, October 20th),
You lied to me. You were my only friend, the only one who ever understood me. I fell in love with you. You broke my heart.
Then why do I still feel the desire to talk to you? I shouldn't even be writing this. You can't read it. You can't see it. You will never break out of that book. I've made sure of it. The curse I put on you was strong, and neither you nor anyone else will ever be able to set you free again. You will never be able to hurt anyone again, or teach anyone the dangerous spells that you have taught me. I shouldn't even know them, but I can't unlearn them now. My team mates have made me promise never to use that magic again. I'm going to honor that promise.
Beyond this, I will have no ties to you. You are dead to me, and I am speaking to a grave. A grave that lies at the bottom of my trunk, along with my dead heart. You killed that.
And that time you called me beautiful? I knew then you were lieing. I have never been beautiful.
I will never forgive you, Malchior. Never. Do you understand that?
They're trying so hard to understand how I'm feeling, but they could never understand, and that makes it so hard on them. They don't understand that they could never understand to feel that power rushing through your veins, those amazing magics strengthening you and cleansing you, and then having a mentor there coaching you through every nirvana-like state. They don't know what it feels like to, for once, feel that you are not a dangerous weapon used against the world, but that you hold the weapons, and you can use them to save the world.
They don't know what it feels like to be lied to. To fall in love...and then be lied to. To be told you're beautiful, and then know that that person was only mocking you.
And you don't know either, do you? But you know what it's like to lie about every single little thing. You know what it's like to smile gently while celebrating within knowing that you're conning a half-demon. That you would be the one to break my heart. You must have been so proud. You must have wanted so much just to let me know a little ahead of time the pain that was in store for me. But that would have ruined your full plan, wouldn't it? It wouldn't be enough to kill my heart and destroy my spirit. You had to burn down the entire city and kill my friends as well, before finally finishing me.
You sicken me.
You never should have taught me that way to absorb knowledge so quickly. I learned about Rorek. I learned about how that last curse killed him because he had put so much energy into fighting you before hand, and that he was solely human. I learned about how he fell into the sea, and his bones lie there now. But you were trapped within the book, and you're trapped there again, and there you will always remain. Always.
I should have learned after Terra not to trust someone. Then I trusted you. I thought you were different.
Now I just know you're all the same.
I hate you.,
Raven