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The Beauty of Waves
My eyes are the ocean,
My soul the sea.
My heart in motion,
My waves to be.
Leading sailors in my gentle grip
To unknown lands
Letting my water rip
and
Holding them in my hands
Along the way.
The Beauty of Waves.
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The night was cold and crisp as the stars shimmered from above. The inky waves gently padded the ship as men hurried to get cargo on. The captain brushed his hand through his thick, black, curly hair, watching the sky.
The time to leave was now. With a swift wave of his hand, his crew boarded the boat. The men readied the sails and they began to slowly crawl away from the deck, picking up speed with every second. He felt a ping in his chest as he watch the land sink into the horizon. That was the land he was born on, raised on, his home. He gently reaches up to the purple cloth covering his right eye and let the painful memory roll in his mind.
'No,' he thought, as the boat made steady paste, he shall not return or feel guilty. He has to set anew and make amends. This land was now forbidden to him until he was a new man. And with that in mind, he turned around, and looked forward to a new adventure and a road of redemption.
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'Faster' She thought, as she ran through the trees. The sound of hounds and men yelling echos through the forest. 'Leave me alone!' She screamed in her mind as she came upon a giant broken tree with moss fuzz and little plants growing on it. She jumped over the fallen tree and landed awkwardly on her ankle. Sharp pain snaked up her leg as she yelped and crumble to the ground.
The men quickly came upon her as the dogs surrounded her, trying to snap at her limbs. She hissed and bared her teeth. The four men held the dogs as the other one bounded her hands behind her back and tied a rope around her neck.
"You'll pay for all of your thieving, runt." He growled in her ear, his rotted breath clogging her nostrils.
They started to drag her through the forest, the whole way she came, and into the town. The streets seemed dead in the setting sun as she looked with her one good eye. The only sign of life was through the warm glow pouring from the windows of the houses as mothers and fathers tucked in their children and tell them tales of great heroes and their adventures. She ducked her head and kept limping with the pain in her ankle, which was growing stronger with every footstep. The villagers still out, watched her as she limped, eyes of hatred and only hatred bore into her. She gave a little shiver.
She barely noticed where they had led her until it was too late. The men threw her in a cold, rusty old cage and locked her in, still bounded.
"You'll get it now." He grumbled.
He struck her with a long stick, hitting her left, cat ear. Pain shot through her as she pulled back in alarm. She gave a little whimper as she drew her legs up to her chest, resting her head awkwardly on her knees, her hands still bounded behind her and listened to the murmurs of the crowd that had started to surround the cage.
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He walked down the brightly colored, lit hallway, not caring for the glittering view that they offered. Anger being what was leading him onward. His golden blond hair tickled his neck. His cat ears bent in frustration as his silver and gold richly designed tunic flowed behind him with grace. He clenched and unclenched his hands as he got closer to his father's, the king, studies.
He opens the door, walks in, and just as quickly closed it. His father looks up from his scrolls.
"Is something wrong, my son?" His father said with concern.
He made his way to the front of his father's desk. Scrolls littered the top of the father's desk as golden documents cluttered the shelves. The father's face was lined with wrinkles, betraying his old age. The robe the father was wearing was covered with crinkles as if he's been scrunching the fine fabric. Gray hair was wisp around his head. The father slowly brushed his fingers through his beard.
"How could you?" The son said, not hiding his anger. "How dare you put this-this CURSE on me?"
The father looked up as though not realizing what his son had said. When he finally had, he stood up with such force that his chair fell to the ground.
"Curse? I did not do such a thing. More or likely, i blessed you with such grace and power." He said, his voice growing louder with every word. He slammed his fist on the table, creating a loud thump. "You were born for this, Keruto Therama Esca-"
"SHUT UP!" Yelled the son. "Don't EVER say that name again!" He walked to the door and turned around to face his father, anger surging even more through him. "I am no longer your puppet." And with that, he slammed the door shut as his father opened his mouth.
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"Get a move on!" His grandmother yelled up the stairs. "Are you going to make her wait any longer?"
"I'm coming, grandmother...uh...stall her! Please?" He yells back, buttoning the last few buttons on his shirt.
He quickly grabbed his glasses. A study date in the library with the most beautifulest girl in the school, he had to look good. He looked in the mirror. His light brown hair fell in thick straight wisps around his neck and his pale complexion gave him a look of a kid in dire need of some sun. His red glasses framed his face and brown eyes perfectly. His clothes made him look a little less like what people think he is, a nerd.
After the quick check-up, he practically ran down the stairs. He kissed his grandmother goodbye, and headed out the door.
The day was hot as the sun shone from the middle of the sky. He put his hand over his eyes, shielding the sun's harsh rays and started walking.
"Hey, Eric!" She said, falling into steps beside him. He blushes crimson red.
"Hey, Keta." He managed to say.
"I can't wait for the tournament next week." She said with glee. He took a side-way glimpse of her. Her long dark dirty blond hair complimented her tan complexion. Her blue eyes stared at him as she waited for a response, her hands clutching her bag.
"I can't see why, though, because you're not going to win against me." He said, looking ahead and shrugging.
"I am too!" She said, pushing him. "Just wait and see. I'll beat you into a pulp!" She laughed. "Come on, Eric"
She said, now running.
A smile creeped upon his face as he watched her. Than he started running after her.
 Nightingale The Nightmare · Tue Oct 28, 2014 @ 01:47pm · 0 Comments |
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