A Proclamation of Ruin

What type of quick... Is too quick?

I feel like I'm a child again. Everything's happening too fast.

One moment, my mother had plunged a knife into my chest and then a second later I'm on a slide watching children run about enjoying life as they should. And my aunt, the only family I had left coming to view, limping towards where I sat.

Now, I was bare blossomed one instance and the next I'm dressed in luxuries sitting in between a royal family, a priest and heroes. Well, at least that's what they tell me. But who am I to doubt them?

A confused person. That's who.

But they won't take that as an answer. Instead I am the chosen one destined to bring them peace and freedom. My question is why me.

Their answer, it just is. I have stopped asking because they won't give me a straight answer. I'll just confuse myself more and I don't like being confused. But I'm still confused so I don't know why I'm trying to not make myself confused. Futile attempts. Stupid ones.

The dinner is silent, occasional looks shot my way but regardless the scratching of cutlery on the silver platter is all that could be heard. I don't know what I'm eating but I can feel that it is not fresh. It's been dead for a while. The meat is chewy. Bitter. Familiar.

I ate a dead sick pig when I was a kid. Aunt Amettie couldn't tell the difference. I got sick eating it but I couldn't stop chewing. Aunt Amettie was fine. She said she had to have a good stomach to survive so long. I remember her panicking a whole lot when I fell with a stomach bug. It was her fault for buying such poor quality meat. I don't blame her. Maybe I do. Yeah I do.

I had diarrhoea the entire afternoon.

"Forgive me but I simply must know," someone with a bright head of icy blue hair peeped.

"Quit it." His mirror with a duller hue and a more ragged stature said through gritted teeth.

That's what I told Aunt Amettie when she fell deep into that Spanish melodrama. I don't understand why she likes that stuff. Anyway, don't leave me hanging. What is the thing that you simply must know? I now wish to simply know.

The brighter, retreats and sinks into his cushioned chair. Why didn't I get a cushioned chair? Mine is ice cold right now.

His eyes try to meet mine, and I welcome the stare as if the cat in him is clawing out for my attention. "I-Is it okay to ask?"

I mean you already are. So... No.

Well yeah.

Anything that'll swerve my focus from whatever meat I am consuming. So sure.

"Sir?" Oh shit I forgot to reply. Or did I? Maybe he's just deaf like Aunt Amettie. Surely people in this world aren't all magical and perfect. I did reply. I probably did not. Yeah I didn't.

But what if I did?

"I told you to quit it." Yeah that statement doesn't really work with nosy people. Was never effective with me at least.

"Ask away. As long as it isn't about my prized possessions. I'm not handing you my gold." Gold? I don't have any gold. And possessions? I don't have a euro in my name what the fuck am I talking about.

"Your hair and your eyes... are they true to yourself or is this... a choice?" It's just black hair. Like come on. You people are the ones with the weird hair colours. And my eyes? I don't know how to change them. I can't wear contacts even if they could save my life. Touching my eye is just hmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. No. I don't like it.