Wind Whispered tales

The doors of death

There was once a prophecy about a boy prince from a distant land you would have not heard the name of. In which the boy prince would drown. Growing up with this prophecy he had to have taken baths surrounded by the gossiping maids, he even had to drink water when in the watchful gaze of the fox of the court whose only ambition was to overthrow the king. He had felt such loneliness for so long that when a boy, a friend maybe even had joined him for the lessons he had not known what to do, he just shot away in the corner and pretended to read as though if he ignored the boy he would go away, the boy faining obviousness himself came up to him and introduced himself "the name given to me is called Dimitri, I will be joining you in your lessons and accompanying you, your highness, I was chosen from the all the village boys¨. The boy prince knew not what to say and was afraid he would stutter if he opened his mouth so he just nodded and buried his head in the book again. The summer leaves soon falling to the ground as this happened the boy's friendship had grown closer with secret whispers and sneaking out past when the owls came out. The boy prince had loved visiting his friend's farm and it had a sense of freedom. Of course, he knew he was testing his luck, he had escaped the wardens of the castle two times already but when inside he felt like a plant in the dark. He had been whipped when he disobeyed his father's orders and his mother sneered whenever he had come into her sight. He was right as his adventures grew so did his recklessness. The fates had decided to cut the branch of luck that had grown so long and mesomorphic. To make it all worse it had been his idea, he had suggested swimming in the palace pools. ¨It would be like a sort of rebellion against my father¨ He explained to Dimitri. He had pleaded with his friend to join him in the rebellion but Dimitri could not risk it.

He now was sitting in his room shivering. It had not turned out well; he only had one foot into the water when he was caught in the act. Dimitri wasn't meeting his eyes. He had been summoned after the guards caught the prince in the pools. The prince hearing the echo of footsteps looked away from Dimitri and sat up taller His father walked into the room and looked angry. He hadn't said a word but walked up to Dimitri and seized him by the chin. The prince got up to protest but was held back by two guards. Having a sinking realization of what the king was going to do. He screamed to this father

"NO, IT WAS ME PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM, IT WAS ME. I AM SORRY PLEASE JUST DON'T HURT HIM, PLEASE."

But unable to escape he had to watch his father slam his friend's head into the wall. It did not look like a fatal wound but when the wound of dread flashes throughout your heart you assume the worst and hope for the best. His father grabbed Dimitri by the hair and made sure his son was watching before he slammed his head against the floor again, again and .....

His throat had been parched and his lips dry as bark tasted of salt. He had sat in that chair for a few hours unable to move, He decided he was going to run away, He needed to run away. He wanted to run away from the politics of court, he wanted to run away from his mother's cruel love and her hyacinth blossoms whom he thought were the only thing the queen had cared about, the prince wanted to run from his father's distant love and cruel beatings. Most of all he had felt such guilt for causing such suffering to the people around him. The prince wanted to be free from his scars and wanted to find love and healing. The boy was in such a rush to escape that he did not think of where and how he would get there but just knew he had to get out of there. So he fled and came across the sea. Forgetting the prophecy he waded in the calm currents and began to reconstruct the strokes he had learned an eternity ago. He struggled against the growing current and gasped and tried to breathe but with a heart-wrenching realization that no matter how hard he fought the sea he would fail and as he thought this a titan-sized wave clashed on to the boy prince. He swam to escape his life and that's what happened he did, he escaped to the doors of death.