Into the Light

Chapter Thirteen: Blue to Brown

After the longest meal in her lifetime, she decided to retire for the evening and read. Something to escape this demonic world that we live in.

There were times when Larmina would wonder, what was her purpose in life? To live? To fight? To sit there and breathe? Who's left in her life to live for? The moment her family went out of reach and into the pale mist, her world shattered into more pieces than a broken glass. Contemplating the mystery of why she was functioning never ceased to stop questioning her conscious. Every day for years she pondered the question. Was there a reason for her survival? Did they purposely spare her? Why? Just why? Why would the darkness be so cruel?

    From that moment on, her "friends" became aliens, her relatives were suddenly "non-related," and life seemed to be a dark cloud looming over her, just waiting to disperse. There weren't any droplets of hope, it was a full on pour. And even mighty boulders soon erode into nothing.    

    Then her thoughts ventured to the royal couple. Were they even human? They sent soldiers to break into a girl's house and recklessly murder her family, all but her. How dare they? What possible reason could they have for ruining someone's life? It didn't make sense. Then they covered it up with false smiles? For what reason? How can they rule the most purest part of a magical realm, and be capable of unfathomable murder?

    They turned her sweet to bitter.

    Rainbows became deathly.

    And sunshine turned to fog.

    Now all she lived for was revenge...and even that didn't seem enough.

    After gathering her tears and thoughts together, she looked back down to the book she was reading. And yes, she reads. Evil people do read. This one was called, Pinyik(Enmity).

    "The red I see is not anger. Nor is it blood. Yet every time I close my eyes it's there. Consuming me like fumes as it enters my lungs, suffocating the one thing that keeps me alive.

    That keeps me reaching. 

    Pain.

    The intoxicating toxic that seems to keep coming back.

    Wishing to be rid of it, means to give up on myself. My heart. My soul. And sparing myself the misery is to be a coward, for facing it in the face and calling it an asshole, is the courage to fight. Fight through the pain and anguish and rise above the fire than burns more than it freezes. Be the warrior amidst the war of lies and love and enmity..."

    There was a tap sounded from the side of the medieval styled bedroom and startled the sorceress out of her thoughts and reading. Larmina turned her head from the position on the bed that she was in, and called for the being across the door to come in. Her eyes gazed back to the old book in her hands; the one telling her to fight the fallen tears.

    Kaden walked in and suspiciously gasped when he saw her, "What are you wearing?"

    She raised an elegant eyebrow at him. She knew he wouldn't know what she was talking about, him being from a different world and all. So teasing sounded fun, wondering the reaction of a high and mighty thief. "Um, a shirt with a yoga pant?"

    He gave her an incredulous and quizzical look. "Is that the thing where you bend unnaturally on that foamy squishy carpet?"

    Larmina's mouth dropped open at the observation. "How in the name of Ryn do you know what that is?"

    He smirked a little and plopped himself next to her, right after placing some sheet of papers on the nightstand standing by the side of the bed. "I know someone."