CLAWED MY WAY TO VICTORY
"For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one."
- Khalil Gibran
- Khalil Gibran
Millenniums ago, a beautiful child had been born, into a world much harsher than this one, into a world where it knew not the hardships of Life. Its smile brought light even to the darkest of souls, its giggle brought Life into those who had no hope, but a prayer for Death. But even at its earliest age, this child would know nothing more but Death constantly at its doorstep, taking away what it loved most. What smiles it brought to the people of its kingdom, why it took the breath right of them and left them on the ground, Lifeless. Each giggle that left its mouth sapped the happiness from the near dead and put them to rest with sorrow in their minds. Unrest was left in this little kingdom, unrest that would remain for as long as the child lived and thus, for eternity. Oh, but the sorrow and unhappiness and happiness and love it brought, it sapped it from the one that truly loved it.
The one who held it at birth gave her last breath in order to give Life to the one thing that would kill everything and nothing at all. She held it happily in her arms until the strength was taken from her and she let go of the child she loved most. And so, that child cried, cried and cried at the lost of its mother, feeling the emptiness that it would bring to everyone else. Its father could only grieve and wish nothing more but Death upon the one thing that had taken his love away from him. So, he pushed the child away, removed it from his sights, and let it grow to be something he regretted bringing into the world. Such pain would be felt for years, as the child grew to know a Life that it wished not to know and prayed for better. A Life where it did not have to grieve for being alone in a world where thousands lived and breathed each day of their Life.
Everyday, this child looked out her window and watched as her elder siblings went about their day in the gardens or the patio. They knew not of her existence, but that of her sister's, whose Life would be shorter than the one watching through glass. Tears would claim the windowsill as their own, a safe place for happiness that no longer belonged in child's room. So, she imagined, let her mind take her away to places that she could only dream of existing and eventually seeing the older she grew. But she would not know of happiness for years, not until her final days were quickly approaching her as Death came to claim her. And in those years, she would lay in her bed and stare up at the canopy she had grown accustom to, wishing and praying. Why, may she have a Life just like her siblings, one where she could play and explore just as they did in the gardens.
But that day would never come.
For as the days ticked by, her breaths grew shorter until, at long last, her final breath would leave her lips, just like she took it from her mother. Her body lay heavy and still in her bed, just as her sister's would lay in her bed the same day that hers gave up on Life. And Death would enter the room on the fateful day He knew the soul of His daughter would leave the body of the living realm. Though as He looked at His daughter, regret would come to His eyes and He would realize all of the mistakes He made. Torturing her just as she had tortured Him had made Him regret the decisions He made and pray to Life for mercy. His prayers would go unanswered for days, as though it was punishment to show Him how He treated Life's gifts to Him. One day, Life finally answered Him and gave Him hope, told Him how to bring back His daughter for a final chance at what she wanted most.
And so, she was reborn. . .
Fingertips trailed along the grooves of the wall, feeling every dip, curve, and bump of the design as she walked through the halls. Red irises stared longingly ahead of her as she made her way through the corridor, glossing over each empty room. She lived alone in this place, deep within the confines of a Hellish world where no one could reach, but a select few. Her steps echoed into a silent hall, where not even the servants that kissed her boots were found at this time of day. Black droplets hit the floor before her where she walked, leaving a trail leading to nowhere as she roamed her castle. They marked her cheeks like dirt caking her face, leaving evidence behind as she wept tears of strangely colored blood. Left alone in this castle, she was left alone in Life, not even her father there to comfort her as she had taken His life.
She came to a room full of statue pillars, where at the back, a strange throne sat, empty and silent in the vastness. Solemnly, she walked her way to the seat and took her place upon it, where she stared out into the darkness of her castle. No servants to do her bidding, no guards to rush for confirmation of something bad occurring, absolute silence and loneliness. A smile crossed over her lips, breaking the stride of tears that caressed her cheek with each one that fell to the floor. Her loneliness had crushed her mind so, to the point that what sanity she had left had been stripped away from her. Life as Hell when it was fought through alone and for millenniums, she had fought for what was rightfully hers on her own. Laughter filled the air, not laughter of happiness, but a crazed kind of laughter, a laughter that was filled with hopelessness and sorrow.
The Queen of Tears, but not many knew her by such a name. . . no, they knew of her cruelty and her hatred toward her loneliness. They knew her as the Lady Without Mercy. . .
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