Prophesied

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July 2015 | Month-o-Minis | Week Four

TITLE: Prophesied

WORD COUNT: 400 words

“The beginnings of all things are small.”

King Valisen smashes his fist onto the table. The gathered men turned worried gazes onto him. Lately, he had been in a frenzy of sorts. They were half-inclined to say that he was descending into insanity but he was still their King – for however long more there was a kingdom for him to rule – and as such they kept their thoughts to themselves.

As if to emphasize the shortness of King Valisen’s remaining time to rule, an explosion rocks the castle – their last remaining stronghold in this war against magic. It was a war the King started 17 years ago.

The door opens and wide-eyed lark announces the loss of the outer courts and the King’s shoulder slumps. That loss meant the castle will soon be taken. He had no more cards to play. And even if did have any, he wasn’t sure he would have. He had already lost much during this lengthy war.

“Leave me.” He commands.

They nodded in understanding.

“It’s a funny thing, knowing the future.” A taunting voice says.

“YOU!” Valisen hisses at the sight of the soothsayer from 18 years ago. “Because of you!”

“It’s in the pursuit to change the future that we make them reality.” Arnhem says. “It was you who created the monster in your fear of my prophecy – no, your own son. Your rash actions spurred him into action.” He pauses. “And he shall be gentle and kind and greatly loved – a King among Kings!”

“That…”

“You should’ve listened in entirety before banishing me.” Arnhem grins. “His mother and friends would still be alive.”

The door crashes to the floor and Prince Xerhim steps in, the visage of power and hatred. Valisen opens his mouth to speak, his eyes watering but Xerhim raises a hand to stop him.

“You’re my father, so I shall not kill you.” He says coldly. “Besides, death is not a good enough atonement for all you’ve done.”

Again, Valisen moves to speak but once more he was cut off.

“As of this moment, you are banished from Vahyan and stripped of all your titles.” Xerhim says. “Lead him out.”

“Xerhim, forgive me please.” Valisen begs as he is lead away by a gleeful Arnhem.

The only response to his cries was the stony back of the son he tried to kill. The beginning of all things are, indeed, small. And sometimes, so is the ending.

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Brigit’s Flame Writing Community is hosting their July Month-o-Minis and yours truly has entered my humble piece “Emotionlessly Emotional” for the week 3. Voting is now open, so if you think that my entry is satisfying, kindly vote for me by clicking ⇒here⇐

Thank you for reading.

— N

Emotionlessly Emotional

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JULY 2015 | MONTH-O-MINIS | WEEK THREE

TITLE: Emotionlessly Emotional

WORD COUNT: 350 words

From a young age Shane knew he was different from his family. He didn’t fit with their ice cold perfection. Where they were graceful like swans on a lake, he was as clumsy as a newborn babe.

At first, they chalked it up to his early age. Perhaps he hadn’t developed properly yet. But as time went by, their gaze became hawk-like and he knew they were waiting for a slip-up. He couldn’t let that happen, not in this time, not in this life and especially not in this community.

Eryne Sanctuary, where he lived, was the headquarters of Psychics (or Psy, for short) everywhere in the world. The psy were strong and beautiful but most importantly of all, they do not feel – they had no emotions. To show emotion was to be weak and so long ago, the Psy ancestors discovered a method to suppress their emotions.

Anyone discovered with emotions were sent to a special facility where they undergo special training. No one knew what this special training was but Shane had seen the results of those training. He had watched healthy, lively Psys get taken away and the few that returned were like machines – cold and empty, shells of their former self.

He wanted no part of that and so he held himself together, building thick walls of ice – a shield to prevent others’ eyes from looking too long and seeing too much. And he acted out his façade well, until the slip-up came.

He had been careless, the day Spike, his pet dog, died. He hadn’t been able to watch them kill Spike without flinching. The tears had flown freely and by the time he tried to regain his composure, it had been too late. His dog was dead and soon so would he.

His parents watched him leave without a crack in their cool exterior. He cursed them in his heart. An anomaly he was and as anomaly he shall die. He pities them as the poison overtakes his body. He didn’t need fixing. He was perfect just the way he was, emotions and all.

♦THE END♦

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Thank you for reading. Don’t forget to check out my entry A Lonely Pain for week 2 and vote for me please if you like HERE.

— N

A Lonely Pain

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Week Two Writing Topic | July 2015 – Month-o-Minis

TITLE: A Lonely Pain

WORD COUNT: 194 words

Week 2 Prompt – DOLL’S EYES

There is a strong odor coming from my hair. It needs washing. Once you would have noticed this and taken care of it but not anymore – especially not today.

Today you are not smiling or singing as you stand before the mirror. At this moment you are not happy and beautiful but scrubbing viciously at the ruined eyeliner.

Perhaps, I think, it is not the black ink that you desire gone but your own face.

The sound of your heartbreaking sobs reaches my ears. He must have broken your heart, that dark haired boy who came often.

I warned you, time and again, but you did not listen – you did not hear. As I am just a doll, my voice does not reach you. So you opened your heart and let him see your most secret parts. Oh you poor silly girl! Did not you know that was all he wanted?

You cast me aside for him and now he has cast you aside for another. Filthy and forgotten, I can only watch – with my unblinking blue gaze – as you trash your room and claw at your face.

Now you, too, understand my pain.

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Thank you for reading,

— N