To The Moon And Back

In the beginning, there was just war and chaos. Bloodshed as far as the eye could see. Screams of terror echoed the air, war cries being yelled at the top of one's lungs. Victory was on the brink for the enemy and perhaps letting down their guard was their downfall. I lay there on the ground, bathed in my blood. My chest heaving up and down heavily, struggling to suck in any air but my lungs screamed in agony at the scorching hot air filling my nostrils. Normally I would be used to this heat but considering my body was drained of all my magic, I couldn't create a clean bubble of air around myself. I was left defenceless and on death's door. The sky was bright as ever with crystals that formed the shield around my planet, falling slowly leaving us praying for a miracle. My vision was distorted and my ears were ringing constantly as if I was underwater. 'Your highness!' I heard faintly through my ringing ears. My head felt so heavy to turn, it felt like it was ablaze. My body was paved to the ground in a deep hole. Blood seeped out of the corner of my mouth as well as my eyes. Large and small open wounds covered my body, wounds unable to heal themselves because of the acid poison coating them. Out of my blurry vision, I saw a figure hover above me, they shook my body violently. The action only made my head scream more in agony, I coughed up more blood and begged the Gods to end my misery. The amount of pain I was in was unimaginable, my body was shaking uncontrollably because of the pain. 'YOUR HIGHNESS!' that familiar voice got louder and so did the cries of agony. The noise around me returned, assaulting my ears at both angles. I gritted my teeth hard, everything hurt. Someone make it stop … I woke up in a puddle of sweat, grasping onto the sheets for dear life. The dream or more specifically the vision I just had was from decades ago yet it still felt as if it happened yesterday. I could never have a good night's rest, it always ended up in two ways. Either I woke up drenched in sweat from memories or didn't sleep at all for days on end. In the beginning, about two years ago, I woke up on an unknown planet with no memories of who or what I was. It turned out the planet I was stranded on was called Earth, a planet I barely paid any mind to. Having woken up in a field with no memory of who I was, left quite a number on me. But despite having no memories I still had some fight in me to live. So I wondered as far as my feet could carry me and that happened to be a small town on the outskirts of some country called Alaska. At first, when I encountered the first-ever human I laid eyes on, I couldn't understand what she was saying. But all I knew was that she looked somewhat concerned for me. I couldn't blame her. I was drenched in blood and was wearing battle armour so no surprise there. My magic was barely there and I couldn't even grow a flower even if I tried. I could tell my powers were still there just hidden deep in my subconscious. I tried to focus all my energy on listening to her every word and translating what she said. The moment I tried to tap into my magic I felt a sharp pain slice through my head and my heart. I nearly lost my balance as I gritted my teeth in pain. "...alright?" I managed to understand that word. Gratefully I nodded and looked her dead in the eyes. She gasped at the sight of my glowing blue eyes. I suppose perhaps she wasn't used to seeing such alluring eyes. It was no surprise only the royal family had such eyes and I was graced with them when I turned of age. "Can you hear me?" She asked once more, her kindness fading into annoyance the longer I stared at her blankly. As time went on I came to realise humans were pitiful creatures with short tempers and nothing to back them up with. The most astonishing thing I found out about them was how physically weak they were. Just a simple handshake without restraining myself broke their bones easily. That woman who found me pitied my soul and took me in. She was a gentle soul who thought I was just a child who lost her memory. I couldn't blame her, with my short height and baby looks, anyone would mistake me for a teenager. Without the help of my powers, I had to learn everything about humans from scratch. That was quite a nuisance, to be honest, but I found the humans quite fascinating. Learning more about them made me feel lonelier as I had no one to share this new information with. It was clear I was out of place wherever I went, power of authority oozed from me like a bright light. This made every human near me want to respect and obey me. It wasn't a completely bad thing but it became a nuisance when they went out of their way to try and please me. Unbeknownst to them, nothing could please me because I didn't know what pleased me but it sure as hell wasn't humans. I began to have a disdainful feeling toward humans as everything they did annoyed me. Just hearing them breathe made me want to lash out and kill them on sight. I wasn't sure where this hatred appeared from but it grew day by day. Then just as I was beginning to tone down my hatred for them, I began having nightmares or so I thought. The nightmares appeared every single night and the same visions would appear as if someone was trying to tell me something. I always woke up with a piercing headache that wouldn't disappear throughout the day. Sarah, the woman who adopted me, called it a migraine. I despised migraines, they were such a pain. And no amount of pills ever made them go away. Unfortunately for me, the dreams got worse and worse. It was always a nightmare of some battlefield that would scar anyone for life. Sarah advised me to see a doctor of sorts but I refused every single time. I realised that the dream was trying to tell me something because the more I saw the battlefield the more familiar it became as if I had seen it before. And so I stupidly slept more during the day but nothing changed and the migraines got worse and worse. I began to realise that I didn't need sleep nor did I need to let Sarah know of any of my pain. As kind as she was, she meddled too much into other people's business. Even her daughter complained about that to me. Sweet sixteen-year-old Hannah was an absolute doll and the only human I tolerated. She seemed to understand me more than anyone else which was a breath of fresh air. Hannah was a bit taller than me, she stood at around 5 foot 5 with dirty blond hair and caramel skin tone. Her slender body is worth being modelled, once in a room all eyes fall on her to gawk at her beauty. For such a young woman she had outstanding beauty, it was blinding. But all good things must come to an end and that's what happened to Hannah. She nearly overdosed on sleeping pills or so it appeared to the public. Sarah cried for days blaming herself for not taking Hannah to the doctor about her sleeping troubles. I for one had a better knowledge of what happened, without meaning to I heard from a distance her last thoughts. She seemed to be knowing what she did. The days spent in the hospital made me easily irritated. Humans were such fragile beings it was easily laughable. "How can you be so cold?" Sarah cried in absolute pain. Her anger was directed toward me, I stood there on the hospital bed blankly staring at Hannah as if I didn't care about anything. Truth be told, I didn't have many emotions to show how I feel. I was constantly feeling nothing but emptiness or curiosity but I realised how humans had so many useless emotions. They had emotions for everything which was annoying on its own. Truth be told I could somehow feel Hannah's life force coming back full force. No doubt she would be fine with just a few days of rest so there was nothing for me to waste my emotions on. Not to mention the doctors did say Hannah would be perfectly fine soon, so what Sarah was crying about made no sense to me. Day by day, Sarah became an irritating ball of worry constantly after Hannah and how she was. I came to realise that this was what mothers did, they worried for their children. Did I have a mother? Did I have any family? Why did seeing love and affection irritate me so much? It was upon a special day that I found how deep my hatred for humans ran. I was in the house in trance minding my own business when something strange happened. *** I felt like I was walking through syrup, my feet heavy and struggling to take a few steps. I began to wonder if I was dreaming but everything felt too real to be a dream. I struggled to walk to the kitchen but something strange happened there. I was just casually walking there to grab something to eat but then I felt that sense of wondering why I went there in the first place. My eyes were focused in front of me and nothing else mattered or it seemed. Halfway walking through the kitchen I heard a muffled sound before I felt my hands sulking wet as if I dipped them in water. Luckily the feeling disappeared as my hands dried instantly, I walked past the kitchen and headed back towards my room. *** During the day when I had nothing to do and had no desire to interact with any human, I meditated. Hours went by without even realising it and as I was in such a focused state, sometimes I had some glimpses from my dreams and others I didn't recognise. It left me in a calmer state and silenced the voices clouding my head all day. In the beginning, they were just silent whispers but they grew to become annoyingly loud and repetitive. Nothing I did ever calmed them and no human seemed to have that same condition so I never mentioned it to anyone. Sometimes the voices would settle down such as when I'm meditating or the bizarre moment when I walked through the kitchen. I wasn't sure how long I had been meditating but I came around in the evening when it was nearly dark. It was quieter than usual which was odd. "Hannah?" I had called up that unfortunate evening. No reply "Sarah?" I called out but once again I was left with defending silence. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking they were probably running late. Yet that didn't make sense when I knew they didn't have plans for the day. I took that moment as my chance to finally depart from the decaying house that had seen better days. As much as I had appreciated Sarah's help, she was nothing more than a means to an end. Since now I knew where I was and what I was up against I set off on my own hoping to recollect my lost memories. I looked back at the house one last time, hoping to feel anything besides an empty void waiting to be filled with emotions. Yet again nothing changed, I turned my back and felt a slight heat wave before I headed into the big city. Many gawked at my alluring eyes which made my skin crawl in disgust. Turning into a secluded corner I felt eyes on my back, no surprise humans wanting to annoy me. I dared not turn back to entertain them, and once more I felt my hands dripping wet for some odd reason. I looked down at my hands only to find them bone dry, I shrugged off the feeling and began to walk again. I could no longer feel eyes lingering on me. It had gone days of wandering about the town I was stranded in, days of doing nothing but walking continuously. I had no clue where I was going but I just had to walk for some odd feeling. It was around the eighth day that my body was finally exhausted after going days without any food or water. That was an absolute nuisance as my body just collapsed on the floor in the middle of the road. My mind was as sharp as a knife yet my body was as soft as a piece of bread. I laid there on the floor for about ten minutes contemplating how I could get myself out of the situation before I heard a deafening sound. Vroooom The roar of a speeding sports car echoed in the air heading straight my way. I watched in slow motion from a distance as the man rocked his head to whatever revolting music he was listening to. It was too late when he noticed me, he tried to stop the car by slamming the brakes hard. Unfortunately, that made the car twist and turn hard before turning on its side, skidding against the concrete. The car stopped right before my forehead, a hair width away from slamming into me. I rolled my eyes at my absurd luck. With an annoyed grunt I tried to will my weak body to move, fortunately, I felt a bit of power surge over my body giving me the strength I needed. "Grr," I grunted as my arms trembled under my weight as I pushed my upper body up. Smoke rose into the air from the totalled car, I sure felt bad for whoever had to pay for that damage. Soon cars began to stop and gasped at the sight, from their perspective it appeared I was hit by the car. Many yelled for my attention, wondering if I was ok. I'm sure I heard someone call the police and another call the ambulance. I hated humans so it was no wonder when they tried touching me without my consent they got burned. My skin became as hot as the core of the son if I was angered and if I didn't control it, anyone in my range would feel the consequences of a heat wave. From there on no one touched me and let me get up on my own without anyone's help. I stood up like a calf learning to walk for the first time, a complete and utter nuisance. From there everything else was a blur, I saw flashes of red and blue, a white ceiling with circular lights and a high building as tall as a skyscraper. I heard beeps coming from a machine before everything went black, the voices silenced for once.