Moth's Wing

I am here, many many years later. To tell the story of a girl who died, and a boy who cared.

The room I was kept in was small, nothing but a bed with a thing blanket and a torn old rug. It was very cold and dark, nothing but a few candles keeping the room lit. There was only one door, one that I couldn't pass through. I was alone, but I had one friend. His name was Ed, he'd sneak into my room when the men in the gray cloaks weren't looking, and we'd talk, play and just be children. He promised me that he would save me, but I didn't know what I was being saved from. He always had a sad, scared look on his face whenever I asked him. Sometimes the men in the gray cloaks would escort me down a long, stone brick hallway, lit with nothing but those candles that I hated. The hallways always lead to a dinning hall. There they would let me eat, they always called me the "chosen one" or simply addressed me as "child". My name was Willow, yet it didn't seem like my name to them. But Ed, he always called me Pollen, because moth's carry pollen, it was a clever name.

"Pollen, I promise you that one day we'll escape this place. And we'll travel the world, we'll be free. I'm going to save you!" He said, Ed always found a way to make me smile, to bring us both hope. We were very young at the time, I was seven and he was eight. I always laid down in my bed, putting my feet up on the footboard. Theen in the gray cloaks always shouted at me at how I shouldn't do that. They were mean and rude, that's what I remember at the time. Whenever a moth founds it's way into my room, they became my new friend but the men killed them each time. It made me angry, that someone could end such an innocent life. I hated them, I hated this place, I didn't know where I was but I hated it.

Ed always talked about his mother, how she was always so kind and gentle. She would never hurt moths like the men in the gray cloaks. He told me that if I ever find a way to escape I could always go straight there and she would take great care of me. He told me the address and I always followed along with his tales of the outside. They fascinated me, I wanted to go do all the things he said that normal kids do.

Years passed, I was now fourteen, Ed was fifteen. My dress soon outgrew me, so the men in the gray cloaks gave me a new one. Ed visited less and less, he told me that they were getting more suspicious. The room felt smaller and smaller by the second. Eventually the men came in, they escorted me to the dining hall, but only there were other men sitting down at the hall, I was instructed to step up onto the old, wooden table. Ed was standing up there too, he held a dagger in his hand, carved to perfection. "I'm sorry, I was too late." He whispered to me, before helping me lay down on the table. He drove the dagger through my chest, I felt my blood slowly drain from my body. Those wicked men filled their chalices with my blood. They slowly took each of my limbs and feasted upon them.

And that's when I slipped away, my conciousness slowly floating out into the vast abyss of nothingness. And finally I felt free, but I was angry. I was upset that I got my life robbed from me. And that's when I heard it, a voice, one that I had never heard before, calling out to me. Promising me a new life, immortality. But only if I agreed to it's terms. And so I did, and I was reborn. Yet I was different, I could control the way I appeared, and I was a moth. A black creature of unknown shape, but I knew that I took the form of a moth. I saw the men feasting upon my corpse and I killed them. All of them, and I feasted upon them. Yet I saw Ed, lying there on the table, with that same dagger through his chest. And suddenly I was me again, a regular, boring human. I picked up the corpse of my dearest friend, and I carried him, down that same hall and up a flight of stairs. And I saw the outside, I saw the brilliant green grass, tall trees that reached to the heavens and the wonderous vast sky.

I walked miles out from that horrid place, and I set down his body, I dug into the ground and berried him. I created a headstone for him too out of a few rocks I found and some wildflowers. I promised him that I would finally live. And I did, I traveled, I saw the world! But I have a newfound hunger. One that craves human flesh. For there is a moth inside of me, one that is furious and filled with the pent up rage that I had at that place.