Dream To Become Legend

Chapter 1, Part 1: The Mirror

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Quote of the day:

"In every Time, in every World, the Strong polish their Fangs, while the Weak polish their Wisdom"

~Sora~

-No Game, No Life-

So here goes, my first actual chapter (or at least a part of it).

The complete title of chapter one is:

The Mirror, the River and the Miller

Because I like Narnia (I know... get off my back) So here is part one.

Chapter 1, Part 1:

The Mirror

It was a peaceful, sunny afternoon on the day my life irrevocably changed. The boring days coming to an abrupt end. Everything I had ever known as my life gone, but it wasn't just an end, it was also a beginning.

That day had been the start my dream; My dream to become legend.

I sat against a large, old oak tree, watching the creek that ran before me like I often did. I was at peace with myself and the world, for no one would bother me here. The only sounds around me; the running water and the breeze rustling through the trees. Here, I could leave the troubles of life behind me and just exist in the moment; to just enjoy the slight breeze that tickled my cheeks and the fresh smell of trees and grass, as I revelled in my own quiet thoughts.

The singing birds kept me company and I watched the wind that bristled through the trees play with my hair, creating a light-show in the shades of yellow and gold. In all my years of life, no place had ever calmed me like this forest surrounded clearing could. I, for one, certainly couldn't have guessed that it would be my last day—the last day—I could ever step foot in that place.

I closed my eyes, letting go of all the stress, tension, and anger I had accumulated over the past few days. I tried letting go of my anger at the world and the life it had chosen for me, a life I had no control over it seemed. If only I had gone to pick him up with the car that day. I felt trapped. Like the parrot locked in it's cage kept by my neighbours. Grief and guilt while subdued still tearing at my insides. Why did that have to happen a second time.

I started to control my breathing and I entered a peaceful state of mind; you could say it was Zen. And I wished I could control my own destiny as I controlled my breathing in that moment. Like an answered prayer, not a second later, a loud bang followed by cracks of breaking wood jerked me out of my trance. At first, I thought it might have been a gunshot, or that a tree had fallen over. My eyes shot open to look around, but I quickly realized it hadn't been either of those.

The tree I'd been sitting against had split apart and started moving into a peculiar shape, twisting around itself, its branches now intertwining with another nearby tree. Sound and movement made me jump up in shock, as I stared dumbstruck at the phenomenon that was the settling shape, what now started to look an awful lot like a wedding archway. However, what shocked and entranced me the most was not the bow itself, but a shimmering, shiny, silvery liquid that came bubbling out of the ground like living mercury.