Book 1 of THE DARK TRIOLOGY
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Amidst the burning fire she stands tall and calm
Call it patience or experience;
But, she knows- she knows how to rise from the ashes
Like a Phoenix.
Every time the darkness threatened to swallow...
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My life is pretty scheduled proper to a fault, and as far as i could recall that's how my life has always been. From the diaper days to my teens when following rules felt uncool, even then I followed the time table that was prepared for me quite religiously and now it has become a habit that I do nothing to change. The steam from my coffee cup fogged up my glasses but I was too deep into thoughts to care about it. Once in a while I do get up early to do things I lack time for in my busy day-to-day life. I pulled the glasses away setting them on the table and right on the cue the shrill noise of alarm greeted my ears. I quietly turned off the alarm making my way to the guitar sitting on my bed. Lack of thoughts made that little journey uneventful until my fingertips touched the strings- a nostalgic train of memories engulfed my being. The school days, the college days reminded me of my carefree self. The self I have killed with my own hands. It's been a year since I touched my most prized possession; last I played was in college band for the seniors' farewell. My eyes greedily taking in it's design even though I have seen it so many times I still look at it the same way I did 11 years ago. It reminds me of my first and last victory as Asher, just Asher.
My father has always been a headstrong person he believed in traditions, family values and ethics. His strong beliefs made him distaste changes especially the one that involved me - His Hier. When I first asked him to buy me a guitar he glared at me and threw a challenge my way - "proof yourself and I'll buy you the best guitar" were his exact words. My 14 year old self was too naive to understand why? I have always been athletically inclined - swimming, football and basketball I was enrolled in all of them and signing me up for another one just to keep up with my teen passion that changes with my mood didn't quiet seemed like a good idea to him neither to my current self. It's transparent body glittering under the morning sunrays looked the same way it did when they handed it over to me for the first time. It was a prize for coming first in a school competition. My 14 years old self did proof himself that day. I quietly packed the guitar reliving the memories some good some bad. My knack for music was never used for impressing someone because I always believed that LOVE is a privilege I as a Guimond will never experience. Probably being exploited from a young age does that to you.
A chuckle left my mouth as I recalled the notions my younger self used to believe. When I was thirteen I had my first crush - a child actress with just one iconic role to her name she became quite famous. She had infinite amount of fans and followers who had just one dream to meet her. As for me even though I was her fan I didn't have to dream of meeting her one day because our company sponsored her. Therefore using my name and getting her to meet was a piece of cake and that's exactly what I did much to my father's dismay. She readily accepted anything I said beacuse of my name. My identity. I understood it a little late and since then I have never once tried to conquer the bird called 'love'.
Taking in a deep breathe I opened my phone guess I have to dive into my busy schedule again,the solace was good as long as it lasted. John - my assistant's e-mail started with a good morning sir and was clipped with straightforwardness and professional excellence just the way I like it.
