Timeless Eternity

The peace in silence always brings out the best views of life, my grand ma used to say. We can never know what life is saying to us if we keep our minds in a noisy position, life would only feel more beautiful if we were to only look at it the way it beautifully presents itself to us. Many times I have only tried to look at life the way my grand ma has explained it me, but life has never really agreed with giving me the satisfaction of looking at life through the views of a child anymore. I have lost all the best views of life and I can only see life through the views of pains and the colors of beauty to me are the very colors I once detested but here I am letting those very colors guide me through lives journey. Starring across the lake and looking past all the green the forest could give to me I see what my veins crave the most, and I run towards it but as swiftly as I can and as quite as I can ever be, determined not to scare my prey away. I leap forward and grab the neck of my prey, straddling the poor creature I let my fangs out and I take what I have craved for a while know, blood. I try to remember on so many occasions how it felt to be a vegetarian and how wonderful it was and what made me want to be one but my memories no longer give me the benefit of doubt to feel those emotions any longer, now they are nothing but mere memories to me. Walking through the forest, and feeling each sun ray against my face felt beautiful but the feel of the sun only reminds me of the night I lost everything and gained this cursed life of loneliness. 'You will be cursed to look at life through the eyes of day and watch the world evolve but never would time move for you, a curse that can never and will never be lifted from you for the rest of eternity” she storms out as the chains around me clutter to the ground, I lift myself from my pool of blood and move towards the light and my freedom just a few steps ahead. Preparing myself for the death I so desperately wanted and deserved I pushed through the doors and prepared myself for the pain I knew would come. But it never came, and then the words she spoke to me came back to me. ‘How could she take that away from me, how dare she take my only last inheritance from me’ That day was the day I lost my final inheritance and the sun not affecting me each day was a constant reminder to me each day that I would walk the face of this earth alone. As I kept my strides steady and in constant motion I feel warmth engulf me as fur coat is placed around my shoulders by my second in command Amun. “Your majesty, the King has requested for your presence” Amun speaks out to me as we both maintain a steady pace to the Palace through the forest. ..........................,........................................ I walk past the ground halls and up to my room, I take a bath to wash away the blood stains. Stepping out of the confides of my bed chamber, I walk down towards the Kings Throne doors with Amun and Ramsy my third in command, a step behind me. The grand doors were opened for me and I walked in straight towards the Kings throne just a few feet’s away, I bow to him in show of respect. Sitting in the kings throne room were those old fools that were as selfish and greedy as their stone cold dead hearts. “Your majesty you asked for me” I spoke up in order to break the awkward silence. As I stare at him with my head held up high, just as my grandma had taught me. “Yes I requested for your presence, how have you been handling things at your coven?” the king speaks out with so much authority and power rolling off of him. “The coven is running smoothly, there hasn’t been any sightings from repudiates” I reply simply knowing exactly what he is asking about. “I want detailed statements about your coven in the next two days, every single activity birth and transformation and each person that has turned to repudiate, is that clear?” “Yes your majesty, my third in command will bring them to you today, but if I may ask, why are my records asked to be brought here before the due date of submission. Because I do believe I have always sent my records to the palace” I speak out in a low tune and as respectfully as I can. “The rumors have forced my hand. Rumors of you taking repudiates from other covens and treating them fairly, is this true?” “Yes” I reply still sounding very calm, I hear gasps across the room. “And why? If I may ask” “Because according to the rules of each coven, no coven head is allowed to banish a member without a fair trial and most of those repudiates never got a fair trial. So they came to me in search of fair trials and a place to live. Each repudiate I have taken in have proven nothing but productive with moving the coven into greater heights, your majesty” “Is this true counsel man Alexander?” The king asks still holding my gaze. “Yes, your majesty” counsel man Xander speaks up “Is that so, why hasn’t any of it come to my knowledge until now?” the king speaks out again staring at each person in the room “I want every record on my desk in the next two days or so help me, each coven will be torn apart, the meeting is adjourned” he says as he lifts himself of his seat gracefully and makes his way out of the throne room. As I make my move to the doors I’m stopped in my tracks by counsel man Xander “Your majesty, how lovely of you to grace us with your ever so dominating presence” “Xander, I am pleased to see you haven’t lost your ticking time bomb of a tongue” I speak up with a stoic face. He frowns at my sad comment but immediately covers it back up with a smirk “ I hear your father plans on getting you married to someone, I only wonder who that could be, the last I heard he took a strong liking to me” “Oh Xander, you haven’t turned to a bit of a gossip now have we. I hope not because I would hate to see your head on a stick as your body burns to a crisp” I say still holding a stoic face “if that would be all I’ll be on my way then” I say. Xander was always a nosy one when it came to me, always wanting to get a reaction out of me, but it never works. Must days I only wish to give him what he deeply wants but those emotions are no longer a part of me; all they are now are memories of what I once had. Walking straight to the king’s office the doors are opened up for me to get in, “Your majesty” I call out to him “Come here you little munchkin of mine” I walk up to his opened arms and welcome his ever cold yet warm embrace. “How has my little fighter, been?” he asks as he leads me to the couch besides his desk. “I am well father" I say to him with a stoic face. I only wish to reflect more emotions to him but I can’t even do that without my vision going completely grey. “If only your grand ma could see you now, the woman you have become, I’m sure she’ll be proud the woman you have become” he says rubbing a hand on my face ‘Mother, mother’ that word taste like vervain on my tongues, the very epitome of poison started from that word. I can barely remember what it was like to love her, but I am happy I can barely feel anything towards her. After hours of speaking to my father about the covens and plans on how to move them further I take my leave from the palace with my men.