Ashes and bloodA thousand thoughts crosses my mind, at this very moment, in this very place. Never settling upon one, my mind is a screaming and confused being. The rain beats my battered body, my bleeding flesh. The flames around me, bravely facing it's moist enemy with a sizzle. Screams, how i recall them today, the horror. It felt good. Her neck snapped, his flesh ripped, their eyes melted in the fierce of the flame that brings destruction. Soon there would be nothing left but ashes and blood, the perfect base to start anew again and i would never be there to see it.
Kriss! I hear yelling in my ear, my friend is with me now. He speaks and speaks, his tongue as free as it should be. I could listen to him forever, just the sound of his voice reminds me of how free we are. Now if only our surroundings could be as enjoyable. The dark sewers made a good hideout from above but the smells and the extra company was filthy. I wish our other friend, the one that isn't one, would be here. Sharp pain in my wrist reminds me why i have to take a break in my training, emotions taking over was never good and this was the perfect way to express it. I could heal it but doing so would be hypocrite. I'm not an hypocrite. I'll deal with my consequences and learn from it, that's the way of my life.
She was so pretty, i dream again, red curly hair and a mouth like a cherry. Her emerald eyes showed fear every moment i knew her. From the day she was carried in to the moment my hands made their way around her neck. She was thankful, i could have never touched her otherwise, our bodies were never meant for pleasure or business, we both knew it. The chains that binded us, this common desire for freedom, i could have loved her. In another place, another time. I cry for her sometimes, i wish i could have loved her. My hands still remembers her skin, she was soft and tender, she was always so scared, she would have made a good mother.
Pins and needles in my heart, i pray longly. The burning flame in my chest is a covered fire, warm and presence, but not so blazing anymore. The clear voice i had heard that night, was now quiet. I had no fear. I was free. My ways of living, my dogma, my love. I will uphold them, i will bring my knowledge to others, my wisdom. I pray that others see it too, the cycle of destruction and renew, the need for it. Vallaki could burn and the world would be an happier place, that thought had not yet crossed my mind but it would soon come. Rising from the ashes as a phoenix of legend. But i dream, so much death was not warrant -yet-.
I long for an embrace, i feel like crying again. Leaving me to my own fears is the cold air of winter. Love me, hate me, but don't ignore me.
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