7 June 2012
The candle creates shadows that dance around me, taunting me, tormenting me. The ropes that bind me itch and when I look over to my wrists I see a red rash blooming and twirling round my arm. A wolf howls outside. I am not alone.
My once silken hair has been cut short, leaving a ragged tangle of curls. The thought of it, brings a tear to my eye. They will burn it, sell it, using it's powers for dark magic that I don't understand. The wind whips at my bare feet, and the candle's light shows the many blisters and scars that come with years of travelling. I had to run, to get away from this madness. They caught me, binding me with ropes, keeping me in the dark. I will never shine again.
For now, I am a prisoner, a defenceless orphan, something to be throw around and discarded at will. I watch the tears form a crystalline puddle on the floor. Soon they will begin to collect those to, using them as pendants to ward off demons.
I never wanted this. I never wanted to fall to earth. I promised to myself that I wouldn't be fooled by a simple child. That I wouldn't let myself be wished upon.That this would never happen. I failed.
Star • Opuss № I