Entry #2
After a couple steps up the road I leapt into the air and started flying. The demon poison was almost completely gone now. Only whispers remained. I had to reach Michael and the rest of the host before sunrise. Then we would draw swords to destroy the dragon once and for all.
A seven headed monster, made of hate, and coated with blood like roses. I smelled the night air. Crisp, and cold, like the eyes of the dragon. And black, like the heart that it wished it had.
My body was still burning however, but the light in my heart gradually bubbled through my veins and it subsided. In a moment my strength returned and the crimson lips of the wounds closed. As I soared through the empty expanse of sky, my gaze wondered above me.
The stars neither glowed nor shined. They just…were: Beautifully crafted embodiments of joy that never ceased to lighten my load of dread. I once wondered their purpose. The moon sufficed in lighting the night. But its silver sheen never brought music to my ears like the stars. They were beauty itself.
My gaze dropped in front of me again. A ballad rolled of my tongue in a whisper. The words brought back memories of before this. When love what not a warmth in your heart but a person that walked among you; A time when joy was not just a sparkle in the eyes but a glow that blessed the whole world. And a time when music was not a song to keep the sadness away, but an unrestricted fountain of worship. Those were the days.
But now evil walks with black cloaks and daggers. The same evil that I must try to destroy once and for all. There once was a world that was completely magical without magic. There was once time to think, to breathe in the dark velvet taste of night. But now all I could do was fly… and choke back the tears for what once was and may never be.
All through the night I flew, until the jagged peeks of my destination came into view. It was a magnificent sight. The sun was slowly rising behind the mountains, riming it in gold and red like the crown of a king. My landed noiselessly and my wings folded behind me simultaneously.
I didn’t have a time to take breath before the steel of a sword was pressed against my throat.
“Choose your last words carefully,” the voice I assumed the sword belonged to said.
“Death does not bind me. Nor does love blind me. I will live and die by the sword. Draw blood and yours will be drawn. Not by me, but by the King who sent me. Choose you actions carefully, for they may be your last,” I said.
The sword fell.
“It has been too long Valentine.”
“So it has brother, so it has.”
We embraced, and wept for joy. And the scarlet sun glinted off our tears.
~Valentine~
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