I know of a tale millennia old, a tale that many are familiar with in different forms. This tale, unlike the others does not have its happy ending. It has no resolution, salvation or conclusion. It is but a melancholic and ambiguous cycle.
A cycle of a heart cursed with eternal longing, yet plagued with the inability to keep company. A wandering heart that yearned for love but could never keep it.
In this story there is a young girl, she is unaware and lost, and it is with that lack of navigation that she would find herself in the arms of many. However, this young girl does not know the meaning of ‘love’. However, she knows of a feeling that would comfort her and would finally give her a direction, a needless goal to yearn for intimacy and company.
So with her eyes bound from the truth of her purpose, she would long after many, hoping that they would return her affections. They would for a time, but then cast her off and she would continue till she could find another.
There was a rumour that the girl had fallen hopelessly for a dragon once, but with a dragon comes fire and malice, and she would find that a rift would shatter them apart. Hate consumed her very soul and from that day, the young girl had found a darker shard within her. With that shard she had found herself no longer a young girl, but a young adult.
It is in this part of the story that, for the first time our character finds herself pulled by a gravitational force, one that filled her with yearning and compassion. From a distance they said he was a ghost, but she knew his heart beat, even if it was weak; to her, his heart glowed like the moon. She would find herself constantly seeking out his company, and when she would find it her heart glowed too. They would spend their days laughing and playing in the thick mist, but it is true that mist is a form that tricks us all, it hides and covers our eyes. Her eyes had been covered by the inevitable but obvious truth; that the moons heart belonged with the beauty of the stars. On a day when the rain poured from the treetops, she confessed her feelings but knew deep down his were not the same. Although in the end they all remained close friends, she would soon find that with all heartbreaks, there is always a chance for regrowth.
A tiny seed would not stay this way forever, and the first thing she noticed about him was that he smelt of poppies and exotic lands far away. Smiles were exchanged on occasion and even though they roamed with different groups, they would find themselves parting from them to be together. They would race and chase in their younger days and would often find themselves sitting beside each other and speaking of tales and whispers that only they would know. A favourite spot was underneath a large willow that overlooked the pond. They would often muse about the reflection of the water, and what possibilities lay out there. Though, when they both looked into it, they saw only themselves, and shreds of their own in each other.
She had learnt of the feeling that drove and empowered so many. She had learnt of love.
Word had come that his soul was lost one day beneath that endless reflection, and the young girl would take it upon herself to find him. With that powerful feeling that echoed across breaches, she would find him in another place, in realms outside her own. When they were finally together again she found herself slipping, and his tiger heart fading from her. To her, all she could bring forth was a small memory that felt like a dream.
So she lay there, underneath that old willow tree, staring endlessly at her reflection, trying to conjure her lover back. She would sit there for days, her heart slowly growing colder and beating slower.
I do not know of many tales such as this one. In ones you may be familiar with, the
princess does finally find her prince charming,
but not in this one.
And so the girl waited and waited. Staring endlessly until she turned to stone.
Her heart was bound to his forever.
I uttered, "oh my god", and held my heart for this.
This is truly a work of art.
Beautiful music and the feeling is SO powerful, even without the work of CSS, or fancy text, or incredibly detailed large-scaled pictures.
You have definitely accomplished something here.
Hello my favourite storyteller ♥
Reading this I actually felt a different question rise up. Why she wasn't happy and content with all the experience she has. She has seen and felt love, a shame it would not stay with her but it has not been unknown to her.. You know? In a way, I feel like it should enlarge her and give her pleasant memories. But, likely, I read wrong..
...and so she was lying there for a thousand of years. Her stone tears, covered with morning dew were glimmering
like the real ones weakly in the darkness of the night, reflecting the spectral light of the moon. It was up for her to
realize, that this light is only a reflection of the arisen blazing star far above the very distant lands. And she was lying there
up until that very moment, when random adventurer (maybe her very own soulmate) with a bottle of a cursebreaker potion on a golden chain
around neck, while wandering through that forsaken forest would have found such a beautiful feral statue.
.... *sigh*
I uttered, "oh my god", and
This is truly a work of art.
Beautiful music and the feeling is SO powerful, even without the work of CSS, or fancy text, or incredibly detailed large-scaled pictures.
You have definitely accomplished something here.
Amazing, really.
I felt my heart swelling
Hello my favourite
Reading this I actually felt a different question rise up. Why she wasn't happy and content with all the experience she has. She has seen and felt love, a shame it would not stay with her but it has not been unknown to her.. You know? In a way, I feel like it should enlarge her and give her pleasant memories. But, likely, I read wrong..
...and so she was lying there
like the real ones weakly in the darkness of the night, reflecting the spectral light of the moon. It was up for her to
realize, that this light is only a reflection of the arisen blazing star far above the very distant lands. And she was lying there
up until that very moment, when random adventurer (maybe her very own soulmate) with a bottle of a cursebreaker potion on a golden chain
around neck, while wandering through that forsaken forest would have found such a beautiful feral statue.
The end. *bow*
Sorry but can't think of anything but http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7mxlO2qCtIM while reading this. Just saying.