13 February 2013
Without thinking of the consequences I opened the box -which beckoned to me as it stood lavishly on an ironically tall-moss-encrusted, throne-like pedestal -except it was not a pedestal that high; Kink's mind-messing potions induced and rendered me to believe it to be.
I fought hard not to -yet still I continued to delve into this perilous motion he lay out before me.
The hinges creaked at my touch.
I irked.
Not ready to give up -as if some dire urgency to see inside would release my already angst-ridden demise, I continued -forever punching at my sides -ever failing on this destructive course. The half-opened gap of the box filtered out a greenish-purple haze, it slithered menacingly into the room.
I froze.
Kink's smirk echoed in the walls.
Too late...
The haze sauntered and entwined between my shoeless and sockless toes; my bare feet riddled with grime, gashes and a filthy stench. Kink had mastered his craft well, too well; ghoulish swamps festered further into my open skin.
This is not real -this is not real I chant to myself.
I dance against the pull it adorns over me, I try not to think.
I do not succeed.
The more 'that' haze sinks into my moist skin, the more my resilience to resist -wavers, crumbles, becomes thin. Kink's words swirls and meshes into my translucent thoughts "You'll never escape this maze" his almost too perfect grin snarls "you'll be a fool to even entertain the idea that you can save your cherished grace -your soul, your friend -the one you've perpetually have fallen for and willing to die for -how repulsively human of you Kastrel".
A lightening jolt ran through me.
Carls -my sweetheart Carls; a faint whimsical memory wafts, penetrates through the greenish-purple smog -which now submerged my entire soul. Like an elixir; it wills me to forget, to push aside, it wills me to believe it's just a dream, my Carls -not real, a vacant human-being. I feverishly slit at the swamping greenish-purple smog which drags me into the dark cauldron Kink wishes I gracefully slink into, -I slit it with the sharp atomic particles hidden in my core, my skin...for a glimmer of hope, for a glimmer of Carls; I slit it with every ounce of the fibre I was spared -given to me through my ancestry blood. The ties of the Emerald lands; The Lord of Light, Ethereal; his kingdom grew in my blood, festering, waiting; waiting for a time etched in distant legends. A kingdom I once chose to forget -now it's regal blood infiltrates my realm; it eagerly entices me to slice up the haze, it languishly races through my sorrowed head, opens up a crystal ball, it summons up the thing I most fearfully dreaded: Carls' wistful baby blues sang out in a whisper to me, her once soft, tender rosy skin turned pallor and grey as her captive clock trickled softly down her sand-castrated cage. Doomed in the hollows of time, Carls grandiose hope began to dimmer.
~ Copyright Ozlem Yikici 12.02.2013
A tale to (possibly) continue. Hope it's a worthy entry & a delightful read. It's still a working title.
The Emerald King's Rise • Opuss № I