09-04-2016, 09:56 PM
He is a monster—a monster just like the one that had shaped and loved her from the beginning of her time.
He is greedy—for power and things that did not belong to him.
He is hate—he is her father, her family, everything she has hated about them (but somehow loved deeply buried in the corners of her heart).
She watches him carefully as he enjoys the familiar feel of his gifts restored back to him—the one wing, the great curved horns, and something else she cannot quite pinpoint. For now he can bask in the delight of such pleasures until there is little air for him to breath. She knows not even he can stay up here this long—and she cannot either, but she is not yet ready to leave into a new world.
His question is strange, but it is something she considers, ponders on just for a moment. “Maybe. I don't know for sure.” She says softly, loudly to herself. “Maybe it is for someone like you to remind you of what you had and can never get back.” She cannot help but smile at that. Her words are unkind, but she does not see why she cannot say them—he is a monster, he is just like her father (<I>that fucking devil</I>, she thinks).
There was no reason for her to come back here – at least not until she finds out exactly what this place is. She only knows that the greatest of magic in Beqanna lingers up here on the mountaintop. But what she doesn't understand why she couldn't have been given wings, why must she be left with nothing when she had given everything.
Maybe it wasn't enough. Perhaps she had been too greedy to think she deserves a set of wings, a home to protect her. This was her downfall – wanting something that she did not deserve. It could only be the reason why.
“I have only arrived,” she says harshly, “but there is nothing for me up here.” She should not stay much longer but she cannot help herself—he has captive her curiosity. It was always the stranger ones, the ones she hated the most that caught her interest. It killed her a little to be around such creatures like this monster. Yet, it was part of whom she was, to learn about the world and everyone’s intentions in it. “You grieve for what? The loss of one wing and a set of curved horns? Pathetic.”
He is greedy—for power and things that did not belong to him.
He is hate—he is her father, her family, everything she has hated about them (but somehow loved deeply buried in the corners of her heart).
She watches him carefully as he enjoys the familiar feel of his gifts restored back to him—the one wing, the great curved horns, and something else she cannot quite pinpoint. For now he can bask in the delight of such pleasures until there is little air for him to breath. She knows not even he can stay up here this long—and she cannot either, but she is not yet ready to leave into a new world.
His question is strange, but it is something she considers, ponders on just for a moment. “Maybe. I don't know for sure.” She says softly, loudly to herself. “Maybe it is for someone like you to remind you of what you had and can never get back.” She cannot help but smile at that. Her words are unkind, but she does not see why she cannot say them—he is a monster, he is just like her father (<I>that fucking devil</I>, she thinks).
There was no reason for her to come back here – at least not until she finds out exactly what this place is. She only knows that the greatest of magic in Beqanna lingers up here on the mountaintop. But what she doesn't understand why she couldn't have been given wings, why must she be left with nothing when she had given everything.
Maybe it wasn't enough. Perhaps she had been too greedy to think she deserves a set of wings, a home to protect her. This was her downfall – wanting something that she did not deserve. It could only be the reason why.
“I have only arrived,” she says harshly, “but there is nothing for me up here.” She should not stay much longer but she cannot help herself—he has captive her curiosity. It was always the stranger ones, the ones she hated the most that caught her interest. It killed her a little to be around such creatures like this monster. Yet, it was part of whom she was, to learn about the world and everyone’s intentions in it. “You grieve for what? The loss of one wing and a set of curved horns? Pathetic.”
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