Today was long yet again. This life of watching these weak humans walk by without realizing who I am has once more annoyed me. To be bound and caged the way I am, that is my biggest challenge for now. When I see the marks of the spell used to contain me, I want to explode. I want to roar, live free again, to rule and feed as I used to. Being forced to live without what fuels my power is beyond exhausting. The one who holds me is the one I despise. He was the one who placed that damned spell on me. Still he watches. Only the few who know of my existence either fear me still or wish for my head on a silver platter. I can only laugh. The King was someone to fear. He was powerful; I was powerful. I am the King. I am the one who should be free, but those who resisted had managed cage me. My own kind resisted! Those traitors did not realize what I could have offered them. That one in particular. He survived my initial attack, then he was stupid enough to come after me again. I had him, but my guards were useless. Still he lives. Then I saw him again that night, the night where I was sealed away within my own self. I see him every day now. We laugh at each other as friends, but that is nothing more than a mere façade. We both want to kill the other. I want to kill him so I could be free. He wants to kill me to rid this world of the King. It is simple for him to end me. Yet both of us live. Why he hasn’t struck me down? That I still don’t and may never understand.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Dethroned, A work I've dedicated too much time in
Dethroned is another project of mine. I started working on it December 2012. It is something that I am actually considering publishing soon. Here's the Prologue and I have Chapter One posted as well if you're interested.
Today was long yet again. This life of watching these weak humans walk by without realizing who I am has once more annoyed me. To be bound and caged the way I am, that is my biggest challenge for now. When I see the marks of the spell used to contain me, I want to explode. I want to roar, live free again, to rule and feed as I used to. Being forced to live without what fuels my power is beyond exhausting. The one who holds me is the one I despise. He was the one who placed that damned spell on me. Still he watches. Only the few who know of my existence either fear me still or wish for my head on a silver platter. I can only laugh. The King was someone to fear. He was powerful; I was powerful. I am the King. I am the one who should be free, but those who resisted had managed cage me. My own kind resisted! Those traitors did not realize what I could have offered them. That one in particular. He survived my initial attack, then he was stupid enough to come after me again. I had him, but my guards were useless. Still he lives. Then I saw him again that night, the night where I was sealed away within my own self. I see him every day now. We laugh at each other as friends, but that is nothing more than a mere façade. We both want to kill the other. I want to kill him so I could be free. He wants to kill me to rid this world of the King. It is simple for him to end me. Yet both of us live. Why he hasn’t struck me down? That I still don’t and may never understand.
Today was long yet again. This life of watching these weak humans walk by without realizing who I am has once more annoyed me. To be bound and caged the way I am, that is my biggest challenge for now. When I see the marks of the spell used to contain me, I want to explode. I want to roar, live free again, to rule and feed as I used to. Being forced to live without what fuels my power is beyond exhausting. The one who holds me is the one I despise. He was the one who placed that damned spell on me. Still he watches. Only the few who know of my existence either fear me still or wish for my head on a silver platter. I can only laugh. The King was someone to fear. He was powerful; I was powerful. I am the King. I am the one who should be free, but those who resisted had managed cage me. My own kind resisted! Those traitors did not realize what I could have offered them. That one in particular. He survived my initial attack, then he was stupid enough to come after me again. I had him, but my guards were useless. Still he lives. Then I saw him again that night, the night where I was sealed away within my own self. I see him every day now. We laugh at each other as friends, but that is nothing more than a mere façade. We both want to kill the other. I want to kill him so I could be free. He wants to kill me to rid this world of the King. It is simple for him to end me. Yet both of us live. Why he hasn’t struck me down? That I still don’t and may never understand.
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