The Tainted Paradise

Published Oct 21st, 2014, 10/21/14 4:13 pm

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KoalaB
Level 10 : Journeyman Scribe

The Tainted Paradise

By _KoalaB_

(A Life of Steve Blog Contest)

Chapter 1 - Welcome Home

I sometimes think the only real thing is now. I can deny all truths in this world as who will correct my ignorance. Who is here to say I’m wrong. I am a god of a vast kingdom, with infinite possibilities. Though is there much point being a king when your kingdom is empty. When you bottle the emotions, the fear, because you have no one to talk to, you have no other choice. You do what you have to in order to survive, slowly losing every aspect of who you are until you are just a man, a shell of who you once were, who you can never be. Why is this real? The past is just a memory and with me lays its fate. When I’m gone everything I once knew will seize to exist. All that will be real is now, the tainted paradise.

... A few months later --->

Chapter 2 - Love Is Pain In Disguise

Under the glow of the moonlight I gazed, the stars never seemed so bright. I wasn’t much for astronomy but tonight I couldn’t help myself. They each had a gravity that drew only my eyes, to capture their translucent glow. The hilltop is the highest point at which I could see. It is my oasis from the village I refuge in. The place I once knew, the place I still call home, is nothing but ashes upon the ground. Beneath the ashes are the shattered remnants of who once was, who I was going to be. She didn’t make it. I can’t even say her name. We planned a life together only for it to be taken away. The nightmare still haunts me, torturing me through the day as well as the night. I still remember the screams, the feeling of not being able to do anything, to just have to watch as she utters her last breaths drowning in her pain. I should have been stronger. I should have fought for her. The thought of dying with her is far better than this hell called living. They say “It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all”. Well I think it is all crap, a romanticism made for suckers, and I was one of them. The love I once had is now burnt and I am left with the ashes of cynicism and pain.

Chapter 3 - The Mountain Men

In the aftermath of the raid we headed north. Our small troupe had no goal, just to head north till we found safety. The silence was universal, our pain shared, each and every one of us lost someone that night. Speculation as to what happened that night remains a mystery. Many say it was the mountain men who came for us, but why? I question every possibility; I need to know the reason why, not for me but for her. I wanted something far darker. The mountain men were tails I heard as a kid, a story. My mother would use it to get me to do things, to make my bed or the mountain men would get me. I don’t know what to believe. When I think back I see them. It’s like the book come to life. Bare corpses wielding flesh piercing bows united with the groans of those haunted with mindless paroxysm. Forever embedded in my mind, ‘’under the glow of the stars at night is when the mountain men come to strike’’, the irony of my favourite tales being my undoing.