The Sight Beyond The Haze

To the One Inside the Story: The Tainted Mind of the Girl "And the people thought he was a man of the dark arts. They thought that he is evil!" my papa said menacingly but his tone was so menacing it has become comical. "They despised him because he is beautiful. When a witch fell in love with him, she sacrificed her life to preserve him. It is a gift but also a curse. He became immortal, a never ending human. Time has left him, together with his loved ones until all that is left is only him. The villagers, because of fear and jealousy, banished him from the town whe found out that he cannot age. He became lonely and became an unmoving statue. Remote and beautiful but lonely." The words that came out of his mouth are so vivid and crestfallen that it brought sadness in me. I started to wriggled out of his embrace, but he didn't let me because he lifted me up in his arms. I started to giggle childishly. "Do not be sad, my dear one." he said when he finally put me down and patted my head. "Papa will always be here to protect you from the harshness of the world." "You will?" I asked and I held his hand in my two hands which looked awfully small against his. "Papa?" I inquired. "Yes, dear one," he answered and knelt down in one knee to touch my cheek. "I just hope..." He looked at me sadly; green eyes were despairing over something I don't know. "What is it, Papa?" I asked innocently. "That you wouldn't be as broken as you are beautiful," he said seriously, but his smile was kind and gentle. "I just hope nobody will ever break you and leave you destroyed and ruined like the witch did to the earl." I nodded. "But Papa," I protested gently. "Our body knows how to fix itself. Bones can mend itself even without help. Bleeding will stop, even if we do nothing else. And cuts will seal itself. Even if I break, I would not need anyone or anything to help me to mend. I think it is okay to be broken sometimes because our body would know how to fix itself." And that girl was me once upon a time. I snapped from that daze and looked around me. I was still in the same place, in the same spot, not moving. The Glaes Hall welcomed my sight which formerly owned by a trance made within my mind. I have never thought of coming back here and facing the same responsibilities I left years ago. The time in the mortal world was swift while it was only a brief moment at where I was for the past years. Inside the Glaes Hall was the grand thirteen seats of the highest ranking officials inside the country. Within those thirteen seats, my mother sat while I was cast to the outer circle of the arena-like structure of the hall. I used to feel that I was only dressing up as something, as a doll whose strings were only being pulled tight but I have to reclaim my role in this hall though it took a lifetime to gain the same regard of respect that they were now looking at me with. It was quite a frustrating fanfare. There were people of the same age as I was or as I was supposed to be. They wore long and hard faces as if the war has diminished their youthful appearances to somewhat more aged ones. It was funny how I should have been on the same place as them but I felt distant from them as my responsibility was something entirely different from theirs. I was always hidden, a weapon if some sorts the people inside of this room was trying ro conserve. That was me and the family that I represented was this exact war. I could feel their gazes upon my face that was already pale but became even more so because of the anxiety of the Conference of the Thirteen Noble Families. They have always been the conservative, those lots. Still clinging and hanging on to the old beliefs and legends. It was pathetic and it didn't warrant anybody's life but it already took some. And now here I was trying to take another. I have done the same thing, what was another life for anyway? I have sacrificed my life and my chance of being just a normal bystander to that royal family, but what did they call me even after I have sacrificed everything? An instrument. Merely a tool. Instead of looking back at eyes gazing at me, I averted their gazes and looked at the tapestries that hung above us as decorative. Those tapestries told the story of the First Queen, the First Tyrant, Queen Leniesha and her bravery. It continued to her affairs with the elves, giving birth to a whole new era in the country, and how she unified the whole country. I sighed, and I thought I just aged for ten more years. "We are sending cavaliers in the west side of the Alcazarian Mountains," one of the battle Nobles said and pointed at the floating map in the middle of the enormous room. The next words were just a blur in my ears and mind until every lord and ladies were standing up, away from their seats that looked like thrones. It was as though I was in a daze. I was not certain what I was doing, but then my mind kept screaming at me that I should be moving, doing anything I could. Four years went by swiftly in the mortal world. And my place among the people, I was still uncertain of but there was something that I was determined to do— that was to not waste the second chance that I had been given. Once upon a time, I was once that child whose naivety circled around the calm and peace in the world not knowing there were monsters lurking behind even the people whom I shared my blood with. To mend bones. To seal wounds. To stop bleeding. I have mended my bones, my wounds were sealed that have only scars as the indicators they have ever been there at all. I have made peace with life before yet here I was— on this physical body that once failed me. I reached towards the golden butterflies that lingered even with their master's absence. "Send me," I said with indifference while the golden light butterflies fluttered only to perch on my shoulder. I saw the envious glance of the Nobles and even the Queen Tatiana herself on those delicate creatured. "Send me to Alcazarian Mountain Range to reclaim Nevros and the moment that I meet Araqiel Elliot, my uncle and the current Duke of Elisnore, I will kill him." My Fate was sealed as the Seer had seen through the Sight and that was to end the greed of that man who caused this rift in between this country. The story did not start from when I was here though— freshly out of what people would call hell— but four years ago when I was a mere puppet.