The End

Not A Horror

I was looking through some of my old writing pieces and I came across this letter that I wrote in the POV of a character in Shakespeare's play, The Tempest.

Quick background info - The character, Miranda, lives on an island with her father(who is also a powerful magician), Prospero, and this deformed thing-y Caaliban. Her father and her were cast out of their original home and they came to this island. Caaliban was already there but Prospero said that it was his and now he is in charge. A ship that was meant to go past the island gets shipwrecked in a storm (created by Prospero-it had some good people in it and the bad people that banished them) and the passengers are all scattered around the Island. Miranda falls in love with one of them( his name is Ferdinand).... I hope that made sense.

I didn't know which book I wanted to put this on but I decided that Waiting would be the one. (BTW, I really want to change the name and cover of this book; does anyone have any suggestions? Please PM me or comment- thank you)

Dear Ephemeris,

I sighted Ferdinand once again today. Droplets of perspiration fell from his body and stuck his loose shirt to him. My love, a servant to my father, was slaving away, stacking logs. His blistered and broken hands picked up the wooden blocks one after the other for a fire that would warm my father and me. It pained when I realised he was going through this because of me- The agony was hacking my chest like a blunt axe. Caliban had not returned so my father had made him a substitute for the frightening monster. I am still unaware of what will become of him when he returns. That is, if he returns.

Father was studying hard and Ferdinand's energy had been wringed out like a towel so I begged him to rest or let me do the labour on his behalf. What a bully he is; He was adamant that I do not work yet he pleased my conscience by resting. However, my happiness was stolen away when I disobeyed my parent by stating my name. I was unaware that Miranda meant admired.

Ferdinand serenaded me, stating I was 'perfect, without a rival in the world, made up of the best qualities of every creature'. These words will forever be engraved in my mind. No mundane expression can truly convey how I felt when he called me perfect. My fear was replaced with unlimited joy and elation as he expressed himself using such phrases which were entwined with a magic even my father could not create-love. I always wondered how I compared to other women in my beauty and character. Ferdinand must have met women who were blessed by Aphrodite yet he still praised my bland self.

I continued to converse with him and mustered up the courage to confess my true feelings for him. My pleasure reached higher than the cloud-capped towers when he reciprocated my affection. Why, I could have sung with the spirits and flew to heaven, warm and contented. His trust in me was such that he exposed his soul. Promising to be my slave though all I wanted was a faithful partner, he said he stacked the logs just for me. I didn't know whether to feel elated that he loved me to such an extent or grieved that he went through such hardships in my name. This blend of emotions that was so foreign to me was enough to make a river of tears escape my eyes. I made a fool of myself in front of him! Oh, the embarrassment.

When chuck told me he was of royalty, I immediately felt unworthy of a person with such a high-status. I wanted to give to him my love and take his love as mine alone. With this thought in mind, I abandoned my bashfulness and, as subtle as a gun, I proposed to my love and promised myself to him. The feeling of nervousness and fear of rejection was at a level I had never felt before. He accepted my proposal; He actually agreed to be my spouse! When he agreed, it was like a thousand bonfires had been lit all around us. Everyone in the world had disappeared and it was only my fiancé and I. I wish to feel this again and again.

Our time was up and I had to leave. How I prayed to the one above that time would freeze for a moment more in which I could stay with Ferdinand. I vowed to return in half of an hour when my father was occupied once again. Whilst my time with Ferdinand sped away with the wind, this wait is walking as slow as a sleepy tortoise. Immediately, the feeling of his comforting presence deserted me but absence makes the heart grow fonder and I know the trials that we will face will strengthen our connection. For now this is all I have to write. Maybe I should fly to the land of dreams to pass the time.