Glass

The Beginning

This is the story of how the world fell. The story of how light birthed darkness. This is a story of two lovers. The story of Meraki and Kalopsia.

Both had beautiful gifts, but they would never reveal them to anyone but each other. They lived in a world of fragrance and beauty, where they worked to replenish and keep the earth and all it's life fertile. One was to tend to the flowers and trees that sprung fruit while the other tended to the air and water that all life breathes and drinks.

There was once a man, whose name and whereabouts were unknown. Kalopsia met the man and she became infatuated with him, so much that her love for Meraki was buried deep in her heart and forgotten. The man convinced Kalopsia that they were perfect for one another and whispered nothing but deceptions in her ear. The man swept her off her feet, and little did Kalopsia know this man was Greed and intended to use her for her gift. When Meraki realized Greed's plan he became enraged and so he hunted them down, for who would dare to steal his rose from him. He fell into a grief so powerful it weighed down on his chest making him weak.

When Meraki finally found them living in a small village he drained the life of the man who had bewitched his rose right there in the town square, thinking she would break free of the enchantment, he turned to her expecting Kalopsia to run into his arms but what he found was much different.

They say that Kalopsia's heartbreak and pure hatred for Meraki revealed her abilities. And it did.

She ran to the man's body with tear streaked face, and threw her head back screaming through her sobs. The air turned sour, the petals that once were no longer perfumed the air. She snapped.

The air around her reeked of death and the water that was once clean turned red and muddy. All the villagers screamed and ran as the boiling mud pounded down upon them as they ran seeking shelter in trees.

Kalopsia looked at Meraki and the rain froze midair.

"Kill," She whispered to the rain.

"But don't touch him."

And so the water destroyed everything in it's path, both man and nature alike, before Meraki had the chance to protest.

"Nooooo!!!!!"

The trees cried out in the same way that all did when the bloodied water clawed its way down their throats and overfilled their lungs.

With a nod of her head, the water engulfed Meraki and brought him to her.

Sputtering through his cries he wailed, "Why have you done this? I thought you loved me!"

Kalopsia lowered herself and cupped his face in her hands, "I never loved you," she said, "I never did."

"Why him," Meraki whimpered.

"What did he do to you?"

"Oh my dear dear Mer, it wasn't him, it was you," Kalopsia sneered.

"Please stop this, no one deserves to die." Meraki begged.

Kalopsia narrowed her eyes at him as he lay on the ground.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!! Everyone always praises the beautiful trees that give fruit and flowers to set upon their dinner tables. But no one ever praises the clean air they breathe!" Kalopsia roared.

Meraki cried, "And what of the wind you use to perfume the air? The clean water you provide and the fish you bring with it?"

Kalopsia laughed bitterly, "Shut up!!! You will die by my hand but before that I hope you writhe in agony knowing you caused the death brought upon this earth, and I wish that the love that was once in your heart scorches your soul."

Meraki grunted as he stood to face his once true love. She looked unto him with fire in her eyes. He looked up with determination and drew vines from the ground and wrapped them around his arms, thorns piercing his skin, blood dripping down his fingertips as tears stung his eyes.

Kalopsia armed herself, by sucking the sand from the river, with a ball of hot air in one hand and water in the other making herself a weapon of glass. Meraki stared into her grey eyes, they slowly turned black as if all the light was sucked from her body. Meraki's own eyes turned into a flurry of colors each matching all the emotions he was experiencing, purple, red, grey, orange, blue, green, yellow. The heat of Kalopsia's rage made the water turn to steam and swirl around her, she lunged cutting his face, he yelped seething.

He didn't want to hurt her so he knocked her off her feet using vines he's sprouted from the ground and held her there.

Croaking out "I'm sorry" he began to drag her under the ground.

"No, please I'm sorry" she cried out, "Don't do this"

Meraki had too much mercy for his own good and paused just long enough to see the wickedness in her eyes before everything went black.

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But do not deceived fellow readers because this isn't the end, no it's only the beginning.

This is the story of Lacuna.