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❤️Believe❤️
After stabbing the carotid artery and rotating the shard of glass that I broke when we were leaving the room I move back to watch the monster die. Keeping my focus on the neck my mind cannot comprehend the sight before me.
There is a bit of blood on his loose light brown shirt but that’s it. I
just stabbed this man but he has no blood seeping out of his neck, nor no wound.
I feel someone lift my hand which causes it to sting but due to the unnatural events in front of me I
bare no mind.
With an unsettling feeling at the pit of my stomach I look the man in the face. Sudden I feel my heart
pacing in my ears and the blood rushing through my blood vessels. My body warms.
I may have never seen his face but I know it’s him. I have wished upon meeting him and knowing his
purpose and now here he is. He has haunted my dreams and thoughts for some time now. He has caused me pain and heart ache even before we met and now he has risen fear. He has aroused a sense of peace and silenced my emotional turmoil, now I see him and I want to run away from him
and into his arms at the same time.
Point is I know I am not dreaming, so this is real yet he is not dead or dying.
“You.” I speak through the clog in my throat “what are you?”
Not an expected questions when you literary meet the man of your dreams.Yet as far as we are
nothing is what I had expected .
“I am the Ancient One. The first of the humans to complete a spiritual awaken after the invasion of
Earth. I am the ruler of this waters and all that use it for life. I have many names in your world. My
workers are known as ancestors, spirits and forefathers amongst the English language. I am the one
whole keeps balance of good to evil especial in the realm you humans refuse to see, but that is not
what you asked. You asked what I am. I am an entity. I am the longest living soul since the beginning
of agriculture. I am the one the who is trying to extend judgment day for you humans.”
His voice sounds like how I imagined a lion would sound. It vibrations through you insides and
changes the beat of your heart. It commands attention to every word.
“So basically you are a ghost knowingly stuck in our realm to make sure we don’t mess up and cause
our mass death?” I over summarise what he just said.
“ I am no ghost! Those are lost beings. I have purpose and I was set here by the Creator and creation itself.” He sounds offended that he classified him under ghost.
“How does a ghost have sex?” I can visibly see the fall from this higher than thou position in his eyes.
I didn’t forget pain I felt the day I saw him in the mist of pleasure. My chest throbs at the memory.
All I hear is silence and regret.
“ You just told me that you are the first human to be what you are and you are the oldest being here
meaning you haven’t been human for a very long time. Yet you still participate in human pleasures?
Doesn’t that make you an equal to me ?” I wanted to say more but I didn’t want to be rude in a place
where the things don’t seem to die.
“You shall not speak to me in such a manner. I am you superior before I am your wedded.” He
angrily expresses, shaking in his stand.
Xherow tightens her hold on my hand begging me to stop.
“Wedded?” My heart slows down at the thought of being forced into a marriage. Being in a life time
commitment with someone who has the capability of hurting me physically, mentally, emotionally
and spiritually. The basic definition of marriage in my mind.
Having to plan out you life around one person is granted to halt if not completely stop personal
progress and growth. People have done more out of wedlock then within. This is a force marriage
which takes the cup for my worst fears.
This is what Xherow meant by wanting my heart... it’s not any better than having it ripped out of my
chest cavity.
Self destruction with a bow.
“Where is Lazarus?” It seems I have to stay here longer then I had hoped since he confessed to being
an immortal anal.
“ He isn’t your concern anymore.” His tone made my gut contract in fear. Without a doubt Lazarus
was being punished.
“I request to see him.” My voice sounds stern but my head feels heavy with the things my
imagination pictures.
“ I forbid you from ever saying his name or even remembering him.” As he says this my head goes
from being heavy to feeling pressure from all directs. My eyes feel like they are going to pop and my
neck tightness. If Xherow wasn’t standing but my side I would have hit the floor face first as my body
tenses and I lose balance. I watch as blood drops on the white marble floor before my vision turns a
deep red.
My throat does not open up so I cannot breath. I feel warmth within the suffering making me aware
that the once stranger of my dream has me in his arm. My ears ring so loud it feels like my ear drum
has busted. My body remains tensed so I can’t even comfort myself, even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t know where to touch.
Then my throat clear and I take my first breath, as the air enters my lungs the pain goes away instantly. Without a feeling that it was there, but then again the memory will forever be a scar. My vision does not clear but the thickness of what I now know is blood thins.
The Ancient One repeats my name over and over again in a pained melody.
I feel really tired and my heart aches. All I want is Lazarus by my side.
And that’s the last word out of my mouth before I drift.
“Lazarus”
..........
“Lazarus.” Is the first thing I see when I wake up in the same room as before.
He is in sitting besides me but looking away. Without take his hunched body into consideration I leap
to hug him from behind. Then an usual thing happens. I fall right through him.
I turn around so quick my head gets dizzy for a moment. Now facing his face I can see he doesn’t
look like himself. He looks tired and lost. He has no focus in his eyes. He is staring at nothing.
“Lazarus?”
Then he seemingly comes back. He looks at me for a few moments before tilting his head and smiling.
“You kept me in existence.” He whispers in a voice so vulnerable in sound nothing like him.
Even though I fell through him I can’t help but want to touch him. I place my hand as gently as I can
on his check but it only goes through. I keep my hand there and imagine myself able to touch him.
The desire deepens as I see the brokenness in his lost eyes.
My chest feels like its carrying a heavy load. My nose tingles as my tear ducts fill.
“You remembered me.” His tone breaks me further as a tear escapes my eye.
“Why would I forget you?” my voice cracks.
“He told me he’d make you forget me.” His voice cracks.
“Who?”
“Your soulmate. Your destiny.”
“ You should know by now that I don’t play by the laws of nature.” I smile as the sadness has
developed into anger.
The Stranger did this to someone I hold dear to my heart. This means war.
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Purple Dandelion
FantasyA story based on a different out take of the works of the world. This story begins in the world we all know and continues into the world we don't see. A world with answers we don't want to know but have no choice but to accept. This book is about ba...
