Carry You Home

Crying in silence

Hiding my defiance

My insufficiance

In carrying this weight

Of your pain

Holding this strain

Of watching your train

Roll towards a dead end

Embracing the cuts

As your door shuts

My heart restarts

I'm staying above ground

So I numb myself

Put agony on the shelf

And I carry you home

So I close my eyes

Inevitable demise

And I carry you home

You scream to the air

Tell him it's not fair

This game of truth or dare

In fear, I watch you cry

Wishing you would hold me

In sadness, I plea

We could live happily

I suppose he'll love more

Than I ever could

Than you ever would

So I fill this void

And resort to the blade

So I numb myself

Put agony on the shelf

And I carry you home

So I close my eyes

Inevitable demise

And

I carry you home.

The Quiet Room 3

      The world comes alive around me with the buzzing bee’s hum, but I don’t open my eyes. Please let something be different.
      No more white. No more white. No more white.

Slowly, I lift my eyelids and peek through the forest of eyelashes. Passed the thick darkness is the one thing I dreaded. My insides quake and I want to just lie down and die; destroy this place They’ve put me in; cry my insides out.
      Yes, that would make a real mess.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight and dig my fingernails into the rough carpet. A pulsating twinge of pain tingles through my fingers and the events previous of my awakening swamps me.


Red.


      Blue eyes.


More red.


Even with my eyes shut so tight the white around me still seems to gush through. Fine. I give up. As long as that voice doesn’t come back… Opening my eyes carefully to the blanched room I sit up. Spots drift in and out of my vision for a few moments and I take the time to sort thoughts. Pale blue eyes are the first thing that comes to mind, those feathery eyes that had hovered above me as hands fixed my mess.
      Who was it?
I could swear I had seen them before; they’re unmistakable. The image fly’s away with the birds and more memories of past dance into my brain. Being held close in the chill of fall; leaves flutter to the ground in varying hues of orange. In utter amazement of how beautiful the world can be, I watch. The arms around me tighten; lips graze my hair, words whispered lovingly.
      A dull green handle of a knife, the razor blade glimmering in dull light shining from a bedside lamp. I see my hands shake. The knife shivers on my skin. Hiccup.
      Memory vanishes.

“—You don’t need her.”

      No! Not his voice again! My eyes close.


Maybe I should just think about the words I’m hearing.


      You’re okay… You’re okay…


Alright. Well, who’s ‘her’? ‘Her’ could be anybody. Absolutely anybody. The general questions are hurting my head.
      Finally, I rise from the floor and look around. The blooming flower of maroon blemishes the bleached floor and the cracks’ fingers still reach. It looks as though some creature is trying to escape; I can relate to that. Maybe I am a creature. Maybe I’m not even human. Bringing my hands from my sides I lift them to my face and inspect the white bandages encircling them.


      White.


Of course they’re white. Everything is white. As I examine my hands I contemplate this obscure thought of mine. Creature… Creature… You don’t need her.


“Yes I do.” I say aloud. Words in this empty room sound ominous and unearthly. “I need her. Don’t ever tell me I don’t.”


      His eyes surge past mine and the white-bandaged hands before me tremble. In bits, he reveals his face to me. Strong nose, firm jaw line, the thin line of his lips; they part.

“What made you think, even for a second, that you needed her?” His transparent eyes bore into mine.

      I swallow my fear and continue.


“I will always need her. Who are you?” My voice quivers and I’m still unaware of who I’m talking about, or to who for that matter.


      His face crumples into a mass of lines and he cackles at me. This mans’ lips move, but I can’t hear the words.


“What are you saying?” I yelp. “Please! Don’t leave yet!” But the image shrivels.

The Quiet Room 2

      Crimson dribbles down my hands from where they connected with that now not-so-perfect wall. A three jagged cracks stretch their fingers outward from where the initial dent is. I smile with satisfaction.



That’s what you get. Stupid wall.


      Silly, childish memories suddenly flood me. A torrent of thoughts, and I’m drowning. I’m sitting in someone’s lap, bouncing gently to the rhythm of an old melody, singing along. Swimming in a warm lake with unfamiliar faces grinning all around me; water lapping up around my chin as I tread water. A blurry face splashes water playfully at my face and…
      And my fingers are going numb. The memories disintegrate, but I grope for them. Please don’t leave… I don’t want to forget again. Those people, they all looked so happy and now they’re fading. Blank slate once more.
      The carpet is, splatter by splatter, being more and more stained by the red river rolling from my wrist. I sink to my knees and just watch myself bleed. My world is slowing oozing away from me as the ruby’s seep into the perfect white carpet.


Weaker and weaker.


      Hazily I mumble undefined words and lay back; stare at the ceiling.


Life ebbing away…


      Just then, doors I had never seen before burst open from opposite ends of my white cage. People in white coats and white masks crowd me. I had never seen so much white before, not like this. It feels like it’s snowing doctors.
      I can’t feel much physically anymore. There’s a dull throb in my hands, but I’m happy for it; to feel I’m alive. Maybe I’m done with being alive. What’s the point? Questions are too much right now. Hands dance around me, lifting, pulling, poking. 
      Everything is much softer when I’m way down here; way down in this part of my empty brain. Drifting fingers grasp each of my hands and more white surrounds them, covering the red mess I made.


“Please stay…” I mumble.
     
      I hope they’ll listen. The first faces I’ve seen in so long, the first real people. Pale blue. They’re saying words but it’s all so muddy.


“Don’t leave me in here…”


      More poking. More prodding. More talking.
I close my eyes and let the world drift away on its own little oceanic current as everything goes black.
 

Natasakay; Chapter 2

Chapter 2



Floating around Destell seemed so boring. Like trying to explore and discover something you created. I floated on my back with my head tilted back to see everything upside down to make it a little more alluring. Inching toward the atmosphere the pink sky was getting darker; purple, to deep navy. Going out to the galaxies wasn’t allowed after the seventeenth moon past the Destell Mountains.
Closer, closer… The sky was pitch black and I was so close I could feel the magnetic pull shoving me forward. I resisted and hovered just below the atmospheres surface. For so many years I had always obeyed the rules, been a good girl, or so it seemed. Always. Now though, something deep inside me made my heart race with need. Something made me feel the unrefined want to take a risk; get in trouble. I mean real trouble. Sneaking about and hiding was just a trick, a game.



“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” I star whistled to Frisentica. Moments past. It never took Frizzy this long.


“Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” I whistled again, getting impatient. She appeared swiftly, smiling and giggling. I sensed something else though…Some kind of pain deep in her starry, small, glittery eyes.


“Frizzy, what took you?” My question was swallowed by the atmospheres force, but I was sure Frizzy could hear my words with her intense hearing. She spoke quickly in the dialect.


“Nothing…As usual. Waiting for your call I suppose…” Frizzy paused momentarily, letting an awkward instant pass.


“Oh…Well, do you think you could get me out of here?”


An emotion I couldn't put my finger on flashed in her eyes for a speed-of-light moment, then was replaced with joy again. I laughed. No, not laughed I roared. Giggling wildly I pointed to the atmosphere. This feeling was like one of something trying to awaken itself, trying to break free of the bonds of my body. I tried to swallow, to breath even, but to no avail. The more I tried to release it, the more I laughed. Frisentica’s face went red; her typically soft eyes went angry and hard. Frisentica’s mood changed rapidly and she looked at me oddly, nodding slowly and curiously. Her eyes squinted, perplexed.


That made two of us. My body shuddered and trembled. Like an earth quake happening within me. Another tremor shook my body and suddenly I spun, pain strangled my legs, screaming and laughing, crying and singing I left Destell in a swirl so fast I was incapable of anything. Slowing down as I entered space was a wonderful feeling. The only thing was my leg was twisted in a grotesque way. I winced as sound waves rocked it back and forth.


“What happened?” The words slurred together in a blurry mash. I looked down again at my leg and red flashed before my eyes. My stomach heaved and I gagged.


Black swirled with white to gray.


Black.



~




Jasek held me rocked in his arms, his compassionate amber eyes soothing my stumbled, confused mind. Blue grass surrounded and reached for the deep purple sky. Clouds whirled around the moon, which one I’m not sure. It was like a little dance between the partnered moons and the flitting clouds. All dancing together in sequence, randomly choreographed. The fact that it was much much past the seventeenth moon was sure trouble on my part. Isn't that what I wanted? I dared to look down at my leg, but kept myself from doing so.


“Jasek…” He smelled sweet, like Bidel fruit.


“Shhhhh.” He whispered in my ear and touched the freckles that sprinkled my face. I closed my eyes, falling down, down, down, into another place in my mind.



~




The second sun yawned over the distant Destell Mountains. The clouds parted, ebbing and flowing gently. Blue grass towered around me and echoed on for miles on toward the Destell forest which surrounded the perimeter of a small lake in the middle. Sometimes that would be my place of halcyon, but most preferably to leave this caged up planet gave me the most untroubled serenity. I gritted my teeth at the dull throb aching in my leg and decided to simply enjoy the first moment of the day. Breathing a small breath of fragile and limited waft of oxygen, I sucked it into my small lungs and exhaled luxuriously.
Jasek stirred silently.
His well formed face glinted with the auburn light from the not-fully-awoken sun. Jasek seemed so at peace; so relaxed. Majority of the time, a concerned pout contoured his face, but right now, all that care and entanglement of responsibility faded into a quiet silhouette of absolute tranquility. I sighed once more and almost reflexively I glanced at my broken and bent leg. I did a brisk double take, for my leg was not broken and bent, but perfect and healed. I touched it curiously. I shivered at the cold touch of my own hand. But what puzzled me the most was the blue hand print that pulsed on my calf.


“Are you okay?” I turned back to Jasek. A small chuckle slipped from my lips at his choice of words for the beginning of a new day. Always caring for others but never for himself. A line of worry reattached itself to his forehead.


“Yes, I’m fine.” I laughed again in spite of myself. The sun stretched in silence across the tan sky; reflecting its’ hazy glow across the sleepy grass. He nuzzled his face in my hair.


“I love you.” He whispered so quiet almost silent, “so very much.”


I smiled. Everything felt so right, so together. Every word in that short sentence was so honest, so avidly honest.


“I love you too.” Looking into his eyes I saw them change to a feathery blue, then back to gold. Given the peace of this moment I decided to bring up the inevitable question that still stirred my thoughts.

"What-" The words evaporated in my mouth as another thought reentered my mind.


“What’s this?” I glanced down at the pulsing blue handprint on my calf. He sat up abruptly and looked at it skeptically. His eyes were angry for a moment; hair flashing red, purple, than fell back to a happy, contented sandy blonde.


“Well, I’m not sure.” Anger swept up into my face, my heart pounded in my throat. I could feel my hair lift from my shoulders and start to twist in irritation and anger. The same honesty that, moments before, had been so genuinely said, were now mirrored in these lies.


“Why are you lying?” The words slipped critically from my mouth.
His hair flew frantically around his head in panicky circles.


“You…Shouldn’t accuse people before you have evidence.”


“Your hair and eyes tell all. I’m not stupid.”


The muscles in Jaseks' jaw flexed. Like a soon-coming storm, thunder erupted in his chest. My dress shimmered colors of anger: red, orange, and a yellow so neon it was almost impossible to look at.


“I. Don’t. Know.” He snarled angrily in my face. Blood thundered in my ears with acrimony.


“Stop lying! You know it and I know it. You can see your emotions right through your eyes.” A tear streamed down my face.


Why am I acting like this?


He mumbled something too quiet for even the wind to hear. Tears rolled off my cheeks.


“Please. Tell me the truth.” Jasek dropped his head and looked back up at me. His sad blue hair fell to his ears.


“If you loved me you would tell me! You wouldn’t hide secrets like this!” I blurted in outrage finally.
His face twitched and his hair turned grey. A grey so dull it made me want to rewind and swallow those words. I had touched a nerve and my anger redirected itself.
I remembered only one time when he had been this sad, and the reason for that I still don’t know. For weeks, though, he floated around; his head hung low and grey hair that flooded into his despondent eyes. I would rub his back and try to comfort his bereaved mood but to no advantage. Jasek would simply shrug my hand off his shoulder and fly onward.


“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” He whispered reaching for me.
I pushed myself deeper into the grass. His eyebrows tied themselves together and he disappeared. The grass waved good-bye from where he was once sitting. My hair sank indigo to my shoulders, rolling in slow, long waves down my back; thumping slowly, deliberately. Putting my head in my hands I let all the tears of all the pain I felt disappear into a nothingness of past.

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The Quiet Room

Blank walls. Blank floor. Painted white. Carpeted white. So silent.


      Bzzz…

The electric hum of the bright florescent lights overhead hum away like an ever-present swarm of bees.


      Bzzz…


I don’t know how long I’ve been here. They won’t tell me. In fact, I can’t even remember why I’m here; They won’t tell me that either. I look up then, blink a few times to release myself from the torrent of thoughts and stare at the wall before me.


      Same as the other three.


Standing, I stretch my crossed legs and glance quietly around the empty room.


      No bed. No blanket. No pillow. No nothing.


They would simply keep the temperature at a comfortable 70 degrees Fahrenheit all day, all night; it’s not like I could tell the difference anymore. Turning back to the wall, I stare at it. There’s nothing else to do but stare at walls.
      I walk closer to it and press my hands to its smooth, cool surface. It feels funny. As ludicrous as it sounds, it’s true! Like something is a tad out of place. I put my cheek to the wall.


      Listen.


There was a soft, almost indistinguishable droning purr emanating from it. My eyes grew wide and I jumped back a little. With suspicious and probably crazed eyes I watched it intently, waiting for something, anything to happen.


      Is it… Talking to me?


No! It’s a wall, you idiot! A wall! C’mon, don’t go completely out of your brains.


      Too late.


But I continued to gawk at the plain white façade. I, angst-ridden and apprehensive, watched it, serious and somber.


      Quiet.


Ringing.


      A loud flutter.


It sounded like a million birds all taking off at once, all flapping their wings fervently around my ears. I remember only once seeing birds. I must’ve been ten or eleven, holding someones warm hand and watching a gazillion pigeons swarm around my handful of bread crumbs. I was intrigued by those birds, but now I cupped my hands desperately over my ears, frantic to make the sound go away.


      A voice.


It came hushed at first then grew louder and louder and louder… The voice was screaming rage in my brain; screaming so loud…

“I’ll prepare you for a sick, dark world.”

Over and over.


      “Shut up!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs.
My legs gave out from under me and I collapsed to the rough white carpet. Arms flying I racked them against the wall, trying to make a sound louder than this voice.

“—Sick, dark world.”

      “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Shaking my head vigorously I toppled backwards.

“Prepare…Prepare…Prepare…”

White hands flocked my vision suddenly.
      The words continued.
Walls towered.
      Birds flew.


Then…
      Nothing.


=-=-=


I awake.


      Same room. Same buzzing lights. Same four walls.


I lay still on the white carpet for an eternity and try to remember.

      Something. Anything. My mind is blank. No recollection.

Sitting up and blinking the spots away, I stand. Cold shivers run along my bare shoulders and exposed hips. Terror jumps through my veins as I realize with immense fear that I am clothed with nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a normal hospital gown. I swing my arms around frantically, trying urgently to cover myself.

      “No! No! No! Be quiet! Shut up!” Screeching and twitching violently.

“—how do you like that?”

There’s that voice again. I recognize it from somewhere; somewhere haunting and dirty, but I can’t recall where.
      Another shudder rolls over my goose bumped skin. Wrapping my arms around the most fragile parts of myself I run towards the wall. The plain white wall. There’s nowhere else to go. My head hurts and I’m confusional-delusional.
      The white wall looms and I tear my arms from myself and smash my fists into the hard barrier dividing me from here and whatever is out there. First new color I’ve seen in I-don’t-know-how-long:

-Red.-

 

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Warm Thunder

Thunder shudders the ground below my bare feet; wind tugs greedily at my hair and the grass under my toes reach hungrily for the sky. Adrenaline sings through my veins; and I sing with it.

I wait, anticipation building.


Face risen to the sky, eyes watching the purple clouds swirl in a vicious dance, those first warm, sweet raindrops splatter to the ground. Heart pounding hard in my chest, I spread my arms wide and embrace it. Embrace the gargantuan artistry of this fervent thunder. Growling in response to my thoughts, the sky erupts dangerously in a series of rumbling snarls; intertwining like a lover, raindrops as warm as August dribble through my fingers.


The mist of rain slowly grows to a sprinkle, then suddenly, the sky explodes and a downpour rips the clouds open wide. Within moments my shirt is drenched and dripping. I look away from the sky’s merciless grin of ferocity and to the brilliant green of the grass that stretches on for miles. These hues of color: purple, blue, green, teal, the clouds afire with red; pulse with life.


Water streaming down my face and across my neck, continuing its path along my collarbone and soaking into the simple t-shirt I wear. I am a meteor, in a breathtaking rollercoaster between time, earth and space, I am free. Dominating, yet so very exquisite, the darkening clouds shudder with a roll of thunder. I stagger back as yet another thunderclap reverberates under my feet.


The tender warmth of the breeze swaying the grass’ outreached fingertips seems to mock the thunders’ power. This is more than I had expected, more grace, more fluidity. My heart throbs in sync with the thunders’ steady thrum of bared-teeth warnings. I watch this vibrant landscape before me destroy itself so elegantly shudder after shudder.


Again taken aback by a sudden explosion in the sky, I watch as a single bolt of lightening shatters the clouds like glass.


Silently, they flutter like broken birds to the emerald earth and I, aghast, succumb to the sky’s mastery and collapse.


This warm thunder has graced me with its inevitable presence.

Somewhere else...

Angry, bitter black clouds swoop in from the west. Their demeaning figures cause me to cower and I stand absolutely still; the beat of my heart fluttering like the wings of butterflies. I feel the need to flee, but my legs simply will not do as I plea them to.



The tree’s sway more and more violently as the clouds near, wind whistles in loud squeals. I want to cover my ears, shut my eyes tight and run far from this. There is no escape and we had both known it from the start. It began in subtly, a gentle warm breeze drifting across sun-warmed skin. Then, as time passed the sun grew hot and the wind rose to unrestrained and destructive levels.


Things I had thought to be calm and beautiful were simply a false assurance of security and care. Maybe I brought this madness upon myself. Blackness soaring from the clouds in torrents of toxic rain reached my tender skin and I screamed out; screamed for help.


Somebody please save me… Save me from something I may’ve caused. Please… I didn’t mean for this to happen.


Thunder roars beneath the ground and my knee’s give out from under my paralyzed body. Lying atop the long grass now streaked with bloody lines marking the signs of distress of soon coming anguish.


I will never leave this behind.


The tall grass reaches for the sky with steady arms, its fingertips graze the surface of the swirling atmosphere. How can this inanimate object reach so far, yet I cannot? One can promise me real love, but I had never listened to the kind words he had to offer; had never paid attention to all the care he had shown me.


Hail erupts from the clouds along with the crack of a lightening bolt. The ice chips shatter to my body, it slashes out holes into the surface of my members. Thin lines of blood slide from the wounds and I want to cry out.


Give me more.


When this storm ends, the damage will never be repaired. Forever my world will hold the scars of what you have done. You knew that this was wrong, yet you followed the temptations you could not resist, gave in to the inclinations of your heart. Did it never occur to you that I could tell?


Perhaps you believed that fear would keep my lips from imparting to the world the truth. I have had enough.


You have not.


The sky continues its tumultuous journey across the small universe I had always called home. For once I had made it my own; I had fixed what I could from the previous earthquakes. Sunlight had begun to shine down on the flowers that I had finally learned how to grow and he had kissed away my tears. Then you snuck into my village and disturbed the peace, made me think otherwise. You made me think that maybe this wasn’t real happiness, that I still had anger bolted inside me. I needed to let it out.


So here it is, me letting anger out from the dead bolt closet. Seems to me you have more violence within you than I.


Passionate, hateful fingers seized my limbs and suddenly I have the extreme realization that I am helpless to your deceit. The hands coming from all directions within the grass pull from all directions and I feel as though I am being held under the toe of your shoe; lying here helpless.


Madness is private. Madness is only an amplification of what you already are.

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Natasakay; Prologue and Chapter 1

I hovered mid-universe and just watched the stars drift, the planets move in their ever changing patterns; mind in a different galaxy. My hair floated around my figurine body and around my face as if under a pool of water. Gentle ripples curled through the long tendrils of my hair in a vibrant, content cobalt blue. The freckles that spattered among my body had the same appeased gesture.
 Toes pointed and skimming the atmosphere of a planet unknown, the magnetic forces were strong and pulled at me greedily. I resisted and laughed. Music notes drifted from my mouth; the stars giggled at my beautiful laughter bouncing and echoing off planets and coming back like boomerangs.

Hair flitting happily.


Pushing with my arms and floating on nothing in nowhere, my mind danced in circles around idea’s floating and shifting in my head. My heart thumped slowly, breathlessly, calmly. I brought my hand gracefully through empty space and left lines of diamonds that shimmered with every movement of my finger.


“Diamond…”

His echoing velvet voice interrupted.


“Ruby…”


I smiled.


“Sapphire…”


I am every gem.


Jasek called again.


“Amethyst…”


I am every gem shining in the sky.


“Copper…” I replied.


He is everything strong. Pushing and swimming in gravity, leaving waves of sound, I flew in silence toward him. I could see the red trail of diamonds left behind as he flew coming into focus and I knew he was close. Seeing Jasek suddenly made my heart explode into a million tiny fragments of joy.


I spun in purple diamond circles.


“Jasek…” I breathed.


“Natasakay…” He whispered back, his arms outstretched toward me. I pulled closer to him. Holding me tightly and kissing my hair, he whispered in my ear almost too quiet to hear, “never will I be gone too long, my dear.” In our sacred dialect he whispered this a thousand times, repeating it over and over and over. Then he kissed my nose lightly and sealed his never-to-be-forgotten promise.








Chapter 1







I swam by planets of many indescribable colors with rings circling them and protecting them, these planets no one has ever seen before. Jasek and I, and of course Frisentica, my little giggly star, have only seen this place. This place is my place. One planet, though, stood out more boldly than the rest; the red planet. No one, not even I, has set a foot there. I ignored its’ intimidating stature and zoomed at the speed of light passed, leaving restless swirls of color in my wake.


Diamonds flowing behind as I fly don’t just float on by and disappear but explode and bubble into a sweet candy. This is my place, my true home. Elsewhere were moons where humans lived and crowded, always greedy for more of the galaxies and many planets. Searching, discovering, and snatching. Mu and Di have always spoken little of them and they’ve seemed to have become an old folk tale that has taken on inhumane traits.


I floated through empty space and thought amongst myself; speaking out loud. I don’t know what I am, nor do I know what Jasek, or my family is, but I do know who I am. My species is rare and unheard of. You might say I’m an alien, but that is a boundary. I am many colors in many different ways, my hair is smooth and changing, any mood I am, my hair reflects. If I’m happy, it’s a golden blonde and probes in a steady-calm pace. Anger; afire with crimson hues of red. At the moment though, it is a rainbow of happy colors; singing and drifting. My skin is silver, blending with stars and planets in the universe. My eyes are emerald green, they never change; maybe that’s why I adore them so much, for the very reason that they never change. I hate change; but I know in my forever beating heart it must occur… But can be avoided.


 

My life will never end; my body will never grow weak and old, but eternally be exciting and young. Stubbornness and joy will forever remain.

A small ringing echoed throughout.


Time to go home.


Irritation replaced my previous peace of mind.


I am home.

My thought repeated itself angrily as I flew at the speed of light toward Destell. I suppose this is my home planet, though I don’t like to believe so. Only my family and a mere three other families live on this lonesome planet. I slowed as I grew nearer so I wouldn’t slam into the thin atmosphere and come crashing down into a broken heap at the core of Destell. Pointing my toe and touching the atmosphere, as if testing warm water, I pushed my foot deeper, deeper…


Any second now…


My favourite part would be any moment. Deeper…


BAM! I was swept into a swirl of color, light, all dizzying into a blur. The blue grass appeared fast, closer, closer… Now! My flight diamonds kicked in just in time; the tall grass tickled my foot with its soft fingers. I flew up to the sandy pink sky and looped down. Circling in breathtaking rollercoaster’s, yelping and laughing in delight. Our blue grass hut came into view and I slowed to nothing.


The yellow sand at my feet looked tempting. The thought of walking as humans did sent a chill of adrenaline skittering across the surface of my skin. Heart pounding and mind racing I put my heel down, then the flat of my foot. It felt soft and promising, warm from the days beating sun and many moons. I put weight down on my leg.


Weak.


The first time I felt weak in one hundred and seventy eight years. I put weight on my other leg, even combining the miniscule strength in both my legs, they still wobbled ferociously. In some way though, I still felt strong and accomplished. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips and I grinned widely.


Standing seemed difficult, imagine walking… I bit my lip mischievously. Putting full weight on one leg, and putting the first leg forward, I balanced.

Almost forward…


“Natasakay!” I yelped in surprise. Losing my balance I tumbled backwards and fell flat on my rear. Looking up I saw Mu standing above, her hair a flaming red, revolving around her head in angry flames that licked the tawny pink sky.