'Well, at least the grass is greener', he said. I had to agree with him. I looked over the once parched land, and saw nothing but a sea of green. Maybe things weren't as bleak as I imagined. Maybe there was still hope. Hope. Without hope, we are nothing.(more) We always need hope in something. I'm just glad that I found it in the grass. (less)
The worst is over. The transformation was almost complete now. The only thing left for me to do, was to eat the stranger's heart. And then it was done.
I looked down at the floor, not even noticing the sea of blood surrounding the ripped up corpse o(more)f a man. I bent down, and picked up the heart. All I had to do was eat it, and eternal strength would be mine. I would never have to sleep again, and I'd live twice as long. I would be as strong as two people. And this was just the first heart. I will go after another victim after this, and consume his heart, and on, and on.
Just a little more, please. Oh, how I wish I hadn't asked for more of those sugary things. Why, why did no one refuse me? They thought they were doing a nice thing to me, but were in fact poisoning my body, turning it against me. After just one(more) more sweet, what harm could one more after that do? It's a vicious circle, and it has to end somewhere. Hell, I'll make it end right now.
I looked off the cliff that I had been standing on the edge for about two hours now. I was so cowardly I couldn't even make myself throw my body off the cliff. That is how much control I have lost - I am controlled so much by corporate companies that have practically drugged their food through sugars and sweeteners. The saddest and most comforting about this, is that I am not alone. There are thousands of others that are in the same predicament as me ; they just don't know it.
The anger boiled up in me again, as I thought of how those cheap chocolates had seemed like such an amazing deal ; now I see they are not. The only reason they were that cheap was to get me addicted to them, just like so many other items of food. I clawed at my throat, trying desperately to undo the damage that was already done. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind hit me, and I was sent flying off the cliff. My body sank into the watery depths below, but my lightened spirit, flew free, now burden-less and lacking any concern for the world of mortals. (less)
We exited the carriage, and walked up the pale limestone steps, passing two guards, garbed in dark blue and gold outfits. One of them stepped forward to challenge us, but the other put his hand out to stop his counterpart, all the while looking at my coat-of-arms. He bowed(more) deeply and said ' Welcome my Lord and Lady. Forgive my companion for his forgetfulness. It is his first week on the job. But a lowly guard shouldn't be babbling to you, again, forgive me.'
I was always amazed at how afraid the guards were of my house. What vile history did we have? I just smiled at him, which seemed to scare him even more, before walking through, into the Ballroom. Tonight was the renowned Golden Ball. This ball was in celebration of Tempus, the Defender of our great nation, when he pushed back the tide of Reido people, saving us. My thoughts turned bitter.
By saving us, I mean only the aristocrats. Deep inside, I knew that the Reido should have defeated us. The Nation of Al'tai'er seemed perfect on the surface, but it harbored a brutal past. in the world of our nation, you trusted no one. Anyone could stab you in the back, if it benefited them. The Reido were chivalrous and better fighters then us, but they had one thing, which we would call a flaw - they did not fight in the shadows. They did not have a network of spies and traitors amongst our people. The sole reason why Al'tai'er has never fallen for six hundred years, is because of our network of spies, led by the most brutal, cruel and evil person I have ever heard of ; Tempus. How ironic. We celebrate the continuity of our 'great' empire, through an evil man. (less)
If only we hadn't frittered away all of our time. Before, we had too much of it to pay heed to how valuable it is - now we have too little to think about it. Oh, the irony. How many hours, nay, days, we spent playing video games, and(more) watching pointless TV shows. Does any of it really help us, in the long run? Sure, we got a little bit of pleasure out of it. But at what cost? The cost to NOT actually go and experience this world. The cost to NOT go out and meet new people, and NOT explore the world, NOT travel to new cultures, NOT seek knowledge and countless other things. Sure, we had a little bit of joy, but was it REALLY worth it? (less)
If you name something, its the first step to conquering it. Giving something a name gave you power over that thing. He shall be named Scooter. I chose this name, because it brings back funny memories. It takes away the seriousness and sinister nature of the man now called(more) Scooter. Already, I felt lighter and less afraid of him. The next step was to find out why he wanted to kill me. (less)
The timing has to be perfect. One half a second too early, and we'll live. One half a second two late, and we'll live.
We readied ourselves for it. Preparing to time it perfectly. And then we lunged. It was perfect. Our timing was so good, that w(more)e entered the void peacefully, and together. Never shall we be split, never again. (less)
I looked up, through the swirling dust of the ancient tunnel, and saw light. The end was near. There is still hope to make it. I heard more rustling, and several thumps, and knew that the tunnel was collapsing behind. The ancient wonders of the hidden city will never(more) be known again. Buried beneath layers upon layers of earth. I ran, knowing I must make it. The thumping was growing nearer. I reached the end of the tunnel almost simultaneously with the tunnel collapsing, and leapt out. Straight out of the side of the mountain. The last thing I thought was 'The secret shall be kept, for all of eternity.' (less)