Day Dream
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CHAPTER 3
DAY DREAM
The smell of the clean sheets, the feeling of warmth that swadles my entire body, wishing no more of the hard and rough surfaces that it was used to.
Amid the happiness and comfort, I couldn't help but feel tense and worried. Was it what the prince had told me about the gold tooth or was it the thought of the soul that trembles and curses beneath me.
The walls are thicker than the skin of the buffalo which we hunt, yet I can hear the cries of a wolf in distress, sounding hollow and another an abyss
The strain cannot let me get a good shut eye and there was my prince, right beside me, so sound and deep in sleep.
In quietude, I leave the room and explore like an errant, I walk the dark halls as I feel the portraits of the ancestors of his family on each side of the wall, they come alive, watching me
With every turn, a different type of ambiance, plights of thoughts
“I need to see Mikel” this thought invades my mind
I feel the need to, we are the only ones left from our pack
With the great sense of smell we have I trace him
Reminding me of a few years back, when playing in the woods, where my eyes would fail or even my intuition, my sense of smell never did, I could always trust it.
It was dark and rusty, cold and small, I hear the continuous clanging which gets louder as I get closer
“What? Are you here to pity, like I am some sort of beggar, or here to sing the song of an asp” Mikel sits on the cold floor, lifeless.
“I only came to see how you were doing, why do you always misinterpret my intentions?” I ask, as I fold my hands in anger
*Mikel scoffs*
“Misinterpret your intentions? Tell me, what are these intentions my “lady”? that's right, you may very well be a queen now”
[In a distance..]
*the air clicks*
“Really now, I can't tell if you are happy for me or being snide, you always feel like you are better than everybody”
“Right, it's me that's at fault, yes! Twist this, blame me for your own shortcomings, a man you claim to love kills your father and I am to blame” Mikel rolls his eyes
*steps in a distance*
“I care for you”
*Mikel swiftly get up banging his hands on the bar”
“Care for me?! What?! How delusional and stupid you have become. In your world it's all about you, your feelings, what you want”
[Closer it gets]
*a snarl, labored breathing*
“You never consider the feelings of anybody, not even me” with tear rolling down his eyes Mikel falls to the floor
“I always thought we understood one another, it's clear that only I thought that”
*a voice from behind*
“In that awful camp, where I was trained, I transformed. I rued everyday and hoped for death” Prince Logan steps forward
“Day after day, night after night, the commanders scent wore me like a cloak, I hear his voice in my sleep as my claws pierce my palm” he adds
“Do you think he cared about our feelings? Or even considered it, I had admirations, loathed him, I wanted to hurt him as much as he did me” Prince Logan glares into the deep as he speaks
“My Prince, what are you doing here? I mean…why are you awake? You need to rest I only came here to ask why he did what he did” I inquire on the prince sudden appearance
“A prince, a prince ayy, the more I see you, you look more and more like us” Mikel dares to say
“On the night of my graduation, I sat in the woods for a while in silence, pondering on what I should do, the breeze, the crickets , the weak reptiles that hid behind the logs” the prince smirks.
“Then it dawned of me, I needed a trophy, not just any kind of carcass, I needed a real challenge for my gruesome experience”
“...and on that night, my claws became sharp like the sword, my determination like Excalibur and there it was, the prey, my prey”
“I called out to the commander in a battle of strength”
*the prince walks hither to Mikel*
“I remember what I felt when I saw him on the ground, oh his back. Bleeding away as I went for his spine and tore it to oblivion”
“The commander muttered as he stretched his arm towards me, a pitiful look, but I am not crass, neither am I cruel man, I slouched closer to him, looking him in the eye as he chokes on his own blood”
“Do you know what the commander did” the prince asks
“Tell us” Mikel says
“He spoke, he said in his dying moments ‘how does it feel to take the life of someone who you spent it wholly with, smiling as he expires on the cold earth” Prince Logan cackles as he in an instant takes flesh from mikels chest with his claws.
NOO!!!, I let out a scream and immediately cover my mouth with my hands, staring in pain as Mikel bleeds in agony
“The difference between a true alpha and underlings…the ability to go for the kill and regrets only if he fails, yet he is persistent in taking a life” Prince Logan holds on to the iron bares as he stares maniacally at the blood that seeps out of mikel.
“If you must know, I killed her father because he was weak and the gold tooth was exactly the one my commander wore, which I had seen as he smiled at me on the last minutes of his life”
“I hate thieves and scavengers as much as weak subjects, so if you must, break out of this purgatory and attend our wedding” Prince Logan turns to leave as he grabs me by my wrist
“Heal yourself” the words disappear into the dark dark silence
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