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.~* Full Circle *~. <b>"Hope is like a firefly, <b> always fading in and out of existance." I looked up at the heavenly skies, the clouds were blocking out the sun; the ground below me turned dark as the white shrouded veil engulfed the incandescent ball of flame and it's fiery passion. I hoped, as I saw the swirling maelstrom in the horizon rippling the very fabrics of time like the waves of a pond absorbing a stone into it's crystaline depths that by some shred of hope amidst the despairity and anguish of the moment, I would be spared. The maelstrom grew closer like a raging void letting everything in it's path sink into the bottomless pit of it's nonexistance. I looked back at my family among the town and saw their longing faces, the tears rolling down their cheeks, the cries and screams of sorrow as my hope was left unanswered and shattered into fragments which sank into the depths of darkness. I stared into the pieces of shattered glass and watched the sun glint off them majestically. I wondered how just a moment before it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and how just like life it could be shattered. The tornado roared through the air, a spinning cyclone of destruction. I had just blown through the window of my house and straight into a tree impaling it's trunk with my smooth and brittle body. I opened my eyes and saw a dragon fly by above, as if in a young kids fantasy world where myth and magic ruled, where the dragons flew peacefully in the skies. Was I dreaming a last dream before I fell slave to death, or was I just waking up from the harsh nightmare that used to be my life? A blinding pain grew inside my head and I began to see the world fade into nothingness as I tried to stand up off the moist grass, which stood out to me, wet from the morning dew, and glistening like a jewel as the warmth of the sun beamed down upon it. Darkness overcame me once again, my eyes closed, and I fainted into a slumber of corrupt tranquility. I dreamt of hatred and of sorrow. I began to think that maybe I was dead and this was the horror of my dreams coming to take me away from everything. Then it dawned to me, as my lids uncovered my dazed orbs, and as the foggy world began to discern itself, I was alive. Even though my legs were numb, and immobile, and even though my head ached as if it were an anvil to the smith's hammer, I could not help but let my face crease into a smile. I began to laugh, and let tears roll across my cheeks, giving them away to the blanket upon me, like sweet, sour, salty candy. My laughter became uncontrollable, for I had just experienced what very few had ever lived to tell about, and I couldn't be happier to grace this world with my life. I thought, at the beginning of that day, I would lose everything that I cared about, but after what had occured, I realized that those I held so precious, were even more precious, and even more closer to my heart. I had learned a valuable lesson, that all life is perishable, and all things will die, as will new be born, for the cycle always comes full circle, so I shouldn't be of woe when disaster strikes, but know when my time is up, and live each day to the fullest extent. But it does sadden me, that through this primal world, it takes a great deal of tragedy to unite those who need it the most. It appears that sorrow, in its purpose, is a but helping hand to guide us through life. Zarken ~Prophet of Sorrow | |