Within the Strong Holds of Her Soul

Tears for the lost Prince

This is dedicated to someone.. someone I have lost, I see his name on a message board now and then.. very rarely, but I can not reach him.. and thus the melancholy ways creep over my heart again. I miss you Shard.

Shard is a copyright of his respective owner.. and a dear friend who I miss so much..


:: I remember.. nothing.. no.. I feel it.. tears of a creator.. is she weeping for me? No.. she hardly knows me.. she is weeping for another.. but who? Ah.. I hear it through the clarity of her tears.. the Ice Prince.. did she love him? Perhaps, but it was a fleeting love.. she misses the friendship.. yes it is clear.. her heart is breaking.. and this is what fuels my soul.. this is what created me.. her tears.. her sweet tears.. yes little one.. cry, let your heart break.. yes.. you strengthen me.. oh how I shall love to be the one that causes these tears.. I shall taste them, and your blood.. oh yes.. your blood.. it shall be the crowning pentacle of my existence.. and then? Then I shall be free.. your blood, your tears.. your heart, it will all be mine..::
Though he slept, Rondel could feel the fever slipping away, soon his eyes would flutter open.. slowly at first but it would not take long for those sharp eyes to take hold of the view about him. Near his bed, the beast that had attacked him and stole his hold on reality, slept.. it seems it had brought him within the manor.. how did he know he was within the Creator’s home? Simple.. near a window, he found black blossoms...
A soft clothe brushed against his forehead, a trickle of cool water ran down his cheek with this simple action.. the chilled touch caused him to jerk and look up.. there.. there she was. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying for some reason.. yes, he remembered now.. she had wept earlier that day, someone she had lost.. had reappeared but she could not reach him.. her pain, it was so... delicious.
He noted the look of concern in those tired red eyes, the look of a mother as she looked over a fevered child or a nurse that tended to stricken soldiers.. pity, he despised pity. “your lucky Zilla brought you to me.. she really didn’t mean to harm you, you startled her is all.” Pity, it was in her voice.. laced with choked back tears, and the inesiness of one who had not slept for sometime.
“what is she..” his own voice shocked him, rough and dry.. causing him to cough lightly.. till he found a cooled glass to his lips and liquid begging to pass between the cracked surfaces.. to which he allowed her to give him the drink..

::as soon as I can.. I shall end this pity.. and begin my quest once more.. don’t think your existence is difficult now, mistress.. you have no idea what hell will be.. but trust me.. I will escort you there personally..::


The drink.. something about it was..soothing, soon he found his eyes wishing to close once more, a clouded sensation coming over his mind and.... ::the drink.. it was...drugged...::

She couldn’t help but smile.. he was so lovely laying there. The poison had been difficult to fight but now the worst of the danger had passed... she had only needed to drug him for a little more time, so he might heal. She would rise from the edge of the bed and give once last look to her guest before departing from the room.. and taking the short walk to her own room.
Passing through the small hallway, she looked to the room where Alana did sleep and gave a mental nod to herself, it was good to have guests once more.. sense the fall; only she, Eleanor, Electra, Jenna, and Lady Ella had remained within the manor. She would have to tell Ramsey of her knew home soon...
She would have, .. she really would have done so sooner, but she wanted the place ready.. she wanted everything perfect and it was now.. only, she had been delayed. First it was the school, then this then that and finally... the day she had set out to seek her lover, she was distracted with visitors. Ah well, it was nice to have some fresh faces around.. even if her trusted creation had harmed one of them.
She crossed the hall, ascended a flight of twisting stair way, passing through a curtain that blending perfecting into one of the walls and finally reached a small door in the pitch of the black behind the curtain.. the door creaked softly but was not loud at all.
She liked keeping her quarters a secret, was safer that way... looking about the room, she was still surprised it had remained tidy all this time. The books all in place, the leopard spotted rug still unstained with paints or sodas, the bed neat and clean, every article of clothing put away in the dresser and closet. It was... disturbing!
Shessedssed the room, her feet brushing against the thick snag material of the leopard print.. and soon she fell against her bed. The velvet, the reds and black, all matched her mood for the moment. Once more she felt the warm tears in her eyes.

::please.. please come back... oh Shard.. sweet Shard... why did you leave...::

Tears gave way to exhaustion, exhaustion gave way to sleep.. and sleep to nightmares.

TBC
Yes it is short, but.. ::sigh:: I needed to write this tonight. Shard.. wherever you are.. I miss you