Crown by Reality

Candrila: Boiling Frustration

She prefers to be called by her true name, Candrila. A given name by her loving affectionate family that loved her truly at the very end of the day. Once upon a time, in a land so far away, far than one can comprehend.  A Kingdom of Azureal, a simple Kingdom surrounded by waters. Blue azure covered the entirety lengths across the land. Water would be mistaken by a vast amount of wealth of treasures from it’s clean, purified waters that smoothly flows around in circles, everywhere in it was blue, blue as any oceanic halo of opaque.  The bluest of blue, nothing can compare the cool, calming presence of the skies and the heavens that poured their abundance their lands.

Numerous rivers connected the small towns, the cities, the marketplaces as well even the slums, the slave markets too, it passes through without hesitation, the waters determined to swiftly travel from one place to another in a never ending, repeated cycles and before the sun comes to visit the blue Kingdom the next day, they have already accomplished their rotation. The water is blue in the radiance of the sun when sunrise comes in a new day dawning, darker in the tail of shadows as the sun moves in shadows, pale in the sunlight, but still so blue when the sun sets high then afternoon comes with the round of sunshine begins to fall asleep, orange reflected the waters in glitters. No matter what day, no matter how the sun rises from the east to west, the sun’s time runs yet the beauty over the waters remains the same and forever more.

Against the singing of celebration from sunrise the birds that welcome another new day, animals sprung forth over their homes. The first gentle, pleasing murmurings of the rivers, the water reaches every ear carrying the temptation to lull people to sleep for more, to cast a spell for them to eternally sleep as long as they want to. A music ripples, musical notes unwritten; undescribed, almost unable to contemplate how a musician can imitate the rushing flow of gushing water flow. Simply, amazing.

Yet they do not forget, every man and animals do not try to test the merciful warning of serene swirling depths in fear of sending them crashing to the dangers of the ocean’s shore, far worse when they are trampled before drowning in their blue depths, swallowing everyone who dares plunge themselves. Like death, they do not judge unfairly. Far from it, free they do offer, freely their harsh but sometimes gentle currents swiftly carried whatever rides them.

Now, Candrilla She prefers to be called by her true name, Candrila. A given name by her loving affectionate family that loved her truly at the very end of the day. Once upon a time, in a land so far away, far than one can comprehend.  A Kingdom of Azureal, a simple Kingdom surrounded by waters. Blue azure covered the entirety lengths across the land. Water would be mistaken by a vast amount of wealth of treasures from it’s clean, purified waters that smoothly flows around in circles, everywhere in it was blue, blue as any oceanic halo of opaque.  The bluest of blue, nothing can compare the cool, calming presence of the skies and the heavens that poured their abundance their lands.

Numerous rivers connected the small towns, the cities, the marketplaces as well even the slums, the slave markets too, it passes through without hesitation, the waters determined to swiftly travel from one place to another in a never ending, repeated cycles and before the sun comes to visit the blue Kingdom the next day, they have already accomplished their rotation. The water is blue in the radiance of the sun when sunrise comes in a new day dawning, darker in the tail of shadows as the sun moves in shadows, pale in the sunlight, but still so blue when the sun sets high then afternoon comes with the round of sunshine begins to fall asleep, orange reflected the waters in glitters. No matter what day, no matter how the sun rises from the east to west, the sun’s time runs yet the beauty over the waters remains the same and forever more.

Against the singing of celebration from sunrise the birds that welcome another new day, animals sprung forth over their homes. The first gentle, pleasing murmurings of the rivers, the water reaches every ear carrying the temptation to lull people to sleep for more, to cast a spell for them to eternally sleep as long as they want to. A music ripples, musical notes unwritten; undescribed, almost unable to contemplate how a musician can imitate the rushing flow of gushing water flow. Simply, amazing.

Yet they do not forget, every man and animals do not try to test the merciful warning of serene swirling depths in fear of sending them crashing to the dangers of the ocean’s shore, far worse when they are trampled before drowning in their blue depths, swallowing everyone who dares plunge themselves. Like death, they do not judge unfairly. Far from it, free they do offer, freely their harsh but sometimes gentle currents swiftly carried whatever rides them.

Now, Candrilla lived as a young slave woman, she was brought without a price but rather she was born a noble but degraded her to nothing but an aimless slave overtime after her Father died, replaced with the mansion’s unchosen living attendants over the property when it should have been her. Stepmother, was she to be called, she thinks to herself with hope before it trampled on the ground, she thought of it above all, a Mistress of the Azulan Mansion instead by a position of being a matriarch in their family.

She tries, tried to take the mockery, adding salt to her mourning in their treatment of her time and time again as her Mistress’ daughters treated her in far more brutal way, either pouring her a newly boiled cup of tea in which they claimed as a mere accident, insulting her with rotten, accursed words people would winced by the pained words jabbed straight to her heart. Through gritted teeth she endured it all, for after all, it was her life to serve them and there was nothing more or nothing less, it tormented her terribly so to the point she wanted to escape.

“But it is yours by blood,” her thoughts reminded, almost a coo under the guise of her Father, and another gentle soft memoirs coming from the past voice of a Mother she whispers, “You cannot give up now.”

Again for the umpteenth time as Rose and Lily, her stepsisters on their fine, clear glass table with fancied, luxurious garden chair poured and threw their dislikes on the floor. Cake, tea cakes, muffins, of all the crumbles with their creams on top. Candrila stands from the grass, through the hidden sneers towards their maid who's supposed to be her sisters.

"Cinderella! Clean up, clean it up!"

Candrila bends down, and so she does clean up their mess with stained-glassed hands prickling her skin.Through the bloody cuts, fresh wounds. Rose and Lily's eyes gleams with intent of inflicting pain ore and more.

For all what the Kingdom of Azureal has to offer, her stepsisters never attained that sense of beauty inside. Not even money, not even the possessions, not even jewelries and luxurious items could buy the humbleness, kindness like she does.

Candrila stands up, forcing the crumbles down her throat. A breakfast.

Idly she wondered, once her frustration boils. She, perhaps,will lose her mercy in the process of serving these, monsters.