Morons and Monarchs

Chapter Thirty-Five: Thanatos🌃

It is funny how perspectives change.

Here I am at the tip of my school, hundreds if not billions of feet off of the ground, and the world seems so dreary. So boring.

Why can't I be down there commanding some army or dancing with my enemy? The stars twinkle above me, and I unbutton the top of my collared shirt as I shift into a more comfortable position. Placing my foot over my knee and cradling my head with my elbow.

I let the piece of parchment I shoved in my newest copy of A Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde flutter down the school, and start reading by moonlight.

Only, I can seldom pay attention to the words, the 26 letters that make up every page, every chapter, the way the latin phrases flow across the page when spoken, but i am too preoccupied by my thoughts to pay attention.

Even if I do use books as a way to escape, sometimes my thoughts escalate so quickly that not even my beloved characters could help me...

I wonder if Mother Earth dreams. If the stars listen to her prayers for us to better her life and make everything easier. I wonder what she dreams about.

I look up at the stars. AT the sky gazing back at me with quiet accusations. Telling me how weird I am. How much of a freak I seem to be. Just another lonely soul looking up at the stars for guidance.

The sky is a mixture of black serenity and star poetry. Night arrived as a sort of recompense, a tranquil respite above to soothe the soul.

Night makes me wonder why people are scared of said darkness. When in reality, the true monsters hide in broad daylight.

Monsters are whoever you suspect them not to be. They may pray everyday, and sing the loudest on Holidays, preaching to their gods about peace and prosperity. They might pay for your bill at a restaurant and hold your hand while you are walking down the street. They may hold you when you cry even though they might be the ones to set your heart ablaze. They seem the most innocent, but then they strike. When you least expect it, they bite. Even if they always bark first, they always bite next when you need not heed their warning.

And it is always in the day.

I find it funny how the night is so peaceful yet cruel. Why are people scared of the very thing they do all their dirty, sacred deeds in? Why trust the darkness with all of those very naughty secrets you carry out in its coverage if you are indeed scared of it?

I feel my conscious slip from my grasp, but I am too tired to try to regain it all.

The last thing I feel is the soft pages of my withered book fall atop my chest, and my last thought is of Araceli. What if she pays me a visit in my dreams tonight? I try to smile in the real world at the thought, but I can't move. Instead... I fall.

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Death. Something most people don't expect to come for them, but some of us know that death is inevitable.

I keep my eyes closed although I am wide awake, my arms widen themselves, and I let the wind whoosh past me as I fly closer to the ground. My hair is whipping at my forehead, my shirt clings to my back and billows above me. My feet are trying to glide me, even though I know it wont work.

At least, if I die now, I wont have to worry about dying by a Queen's hand.

Or magic, for that matter.

I remember the paper that fell out of my book, the paper that hid my innermost thoughts... 



I close my eyes and relish the feeling of the night breeze whooshing past me, maybe this is karma. Maybe I deserve my unending demise. Maybe I deserve to see that letter fall into another's hands. Maybe I will never be here to see how they fare under its carefully crafted words.

I sometimes wish Anul died like I intended her to.

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