|Re: Fallen Star - Stella's Fight in her Darkness (Chap 2 - Trust)|
Subject: Re: Fallen Star - Stella's Fight in her Darkness (Chap 2 - Trust)
by Kirroha on 2009/9/13 0:15:35
Yay moar updaets.
Oops, this chapter seems quite short. I guess I just didn't have many ideas.
~ CHAPTER THREE ~
I wonder why... He didn't kill me?
I feel the pebbles crunch under my feet.
Maybe he's not a bad person...?
I wonder... I wonder... Why does he want so badly to destroy this orb that I've been sent to guard? Is he afraid that it might hurt him? Does it pose a threat to him? "The Orb of Light", he said... Maybe it can be used to kill all the vampires, and that's why he was afraid?
But he was looking for something else, too... Something that he doesn't want to destroy, but to use.
I wonder... I wonder what is it that I don't know, deep in my life, my soul, everything that matters to me... Why?
Perhaps it's not my business to pry. Maybe I should stay happy for the rest of my life, in this little cave, staring at the same orb, forever and ever and ever - maybe it's not that bad, maybe... Maybe it might even be a relief.
I sat down onto the cold floor, putting my hands again on the warm orb, seeing the bubbles of light enveloped within, sparkling...
Maybe the vampires aren't bad people. Maybe he isn't bad. He didn't even kill me. He shouldn't be a bad person, so I should trust hi-
And I heard a piercing scream.
I didn't need reminding to tell me who that was. And I expected the worst.
I ran out, sidestepping the corpses of many magic flies, until I reached-
No. No. No.
Everything's a lie, right... I chose to trust you, and you-
"WHY?!" I yelled at the top of my voice. "Why?! After everything... I thought... I thought...!"
"I was hungry," he replied, that look of amusement never leaving his face. "What, something wrong? No? I'll be leaving, then." He moved out of the tunnel into the night, away... again...
Her body was completely bloody. I could barely recognize her now... and then, that was when I spotted a glint of silver in her palm.
I took it. I looked at it. And I cried.
I cried, and I cried, and I cried. I didn't stop for what seemed like eternity, as I thought how she had to come here in the middle of the night, getting herself killed, just to give me this...
On the silver ring, engraved in a small, neat font, was Stella.
I buried her outside. There was no tomb. And as time passed by, flowers grew. It seemed beautiful, and yet always, I wanted to cry.
I hated him. I hated him for taking away something so important to me. So little mattered to me, and he just had to take it all. And there's nothing I can do about it... because... I'm just... so weak...!
Everything important to me...
But at least, I still have my wings.
Even that little thought could bring myself some comfort, at least.
Weeks passed. Months passed. A year passed. Grass grew over the grave. He never returned.
I remembered those days where I complained just because only my mother would comb my hair for me, and not the other Naylithians.
Now I don't comb my hair. I don't polish my wings.
I just want to live on, and tell myself, Stella, you'll be alright...
Because nobody is going to help me live anymore. Nobody will be by my side, I'll just have to... get used to it...
And I grasped the ring in my hand, and sobbed.
It's time... for me to grow up...