An Arcane Scrapbook Collection

DWC /// Day 31 - Peace is a lie

''What are you?'

People ask me this, time and time again. It isn't a simple answer to be fair. Much like everything in life. There's no 'right' answer. I am not a thing. I am a feeling. A concept.

I am the sound of waves crashing against the shore. I am the touch of cold brushing against your skin on a warm summer day. I am the sound of a mother's voice; soothing her child into the depths of sleep.

I am the sound of silence. The empty comfort of the absence of sound. I am the tingle in your chest when you listen to a song that reaches the depth of your heart.

I am the early mornings and the late nights. The gentle sunlight, creeping in through the windows to touch your skin. I am the moonlight, always there, but just far enough out of reach to make you crave me more. I am the darkness; the comfort in the emptiness. I am the light; the familiarity of what you always knew.

I am what you cannot see. I am what you cannot explain, but need. I am a constant.

I am here... always. Always here for you.

But I cannot find you... you must find me first. Journey yourself until you reach me.

But I'm lonely.. No one searches for me anymore... They say they do. But they don't... Not really.

I am the one thing everyone needs but no one can achieve.. I am the reason for conflict, battles, wars... but it's not my fault. I didn't mean any of those horrible things... they damned me. They used my name to justify their horrendous actions... They dragged it through the mud before humiliating me further by claiming it was done for me.

I am a trophy. A goal put so far away that I'm impossible to reach...

But I'm not... I appear in the simplest of things.

I am nature. I am the walks through the beach as your toes touch the cold of the sea. I am the sight of the eternal depth of the forest accompanied by the songs of birds. I am the midnight rides through the city; watching the lights glistening in the distance with nothing but endless darkness and an ocean of stars for company.

I am the sigh of relief.

I appear in the most unannounced of moments.

But I am so lonely...

I... I suppose... I must lay down now.

He took one final look above him, at the bright blue sky turning a glorious shade of orange as the sun slipped under the horizon. His legs trembled under him, unable to hold his weight any longer and he fell to his knees, the dewdrops gathered on the thin green blades extending over his thin robe, leaving only dampened cloth as evidence of their existence.

He wrapped his thin, frail arms around himself as he slowly lowered himself onto his side; his lengthy snow white hair extending over the grass behind him as he finally rested his head down, letting out a shaky breath.

"I'm... so cold..."

The world around him grew darker as the last rays of light vanished behind the horizon, leaving nothing but darkness in its place. The light that radiated around him flickered before it died out until there was but a faint outline left.

A figure slowly approached him, kneeling down and placing their strong hand on his arm. "I'm sorry..." they whispered, their voice distorted, echoing the cries of millions in every word. "I'm sorry they chose me... over you..." the figure continued, looking out into the void of a field, their fingers gently brushing over the delicate skin.

"I'm sorry they don't understand you... how delicate you are... how strong you are... how precious..." Their voice faltered, the echos fading until only one spoke. A raspy and broken voice, torn away by the endless screams. "I'm sorry... that they are so cruel..." their eyes traveled from the field towards the thin figure who lay limp before them.

They turned the other over, their body tensing up when the other did not move. Their breath caught in their throat as they looked through his delicate features for the last time before taking his unmoving body in their arms, holding him close to their chest.

"You were too good for them anyway..." the tremble in their voice gave them away and a sob escaped their lips.

In the end... the only one who mourned for Peace... was Chaos themselves.

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The prompt was to pick a concept/colour/element/emotion and use them as the pov character~ 

Let me know which you think I used :3