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His Journal - My Memories by ~equinexus:iconequinexus:



It was a fateful night, almost two decades ago, when the last remains of his heart shattered into a million of shriveled and shredded pieces…

His last connection to his past, his true self, his family, cast away in a single attack of a child…

It was sparkle of blue, a glint of silver light that could be considered so beautiful, that viciously…no, savagely, unjust, took the life of his brother, and in a way, his own life…

This is my own account, as I witnessed this devastating sight…

What came after… I regret to say, was more devastating than the act of murder to his brother…

For he lost himself, his control, his self constraint, and unleashed his fury that he had withheld, that he had kept in check, for nearly twenty years…

He, himself, slaughtered the many who entered his path, as his brother lay fallen in a pool of his own blood…

I knew him well enough to know that he had lost himself, his emotions astray, finally caving into his own selfish ambition that I had never known he were to possess…

A sweet man, able to place the smile on an orphan, steal your heart’s desire with a simple glance of his childish, crystal eyes…

He was feared by some, loved by many…

But it was I, who loved him the most.

There was a legend of him, that many dreaded to hear, the story of how the Devil stole his soul, how he had simply fallen into darkness and despair…

Of course, the Devil never did steal his soul, and the cause of his darkness and despair was anything but simple… It was far more intricate, more delicate and heartbreaking…

And only did he entrust this with four men…

And of those four other men…only one of us survives today, while one sleeps in eternal slumber, a piece of shrapnel imbedded deep in his head…

The second slaughter did not send him to prison as the first had, but instead, was forgiven as an act of grief…

It was I who gave the order, despite the many who had wanted to see him hang.

Both physically and mentally deformed, detached… he left me for a greater purpose.

To seek out the children who murdered his brother, to seek out their reason for their coming and causes of such sorrow to the innocent…

Despite his ill-motivated departure, he left me with something beautiful…

A memory of his confession, which I had sought for so many years…

And a night of love that we had shared as a final farewell.

He told me, that night, that I should never expect to see him again, as I would surely be dead by his return…

I wept in his arms, forgetting who I was for just one night, caving into my own emotions as he had…

But somehow… his adolescent beauty, his sweet eyes, his kind words, comforted me in such ways that I could never explain, and when I awoke the next morning, I was informed that he had left with the child who had taken the life of his brother…

With that, he disappeared from my life, but he forever remains in my memories, as I hoped that I would remain in his…

I safeguarded his image, denying the rumors of serial killing as vengeful acts, but as his way of protecting the kingdom from the darkness and despair of which he so suffered…

©2008-2009 ~equinexus
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Unfortunately, I can't share what this is until I post another piece of writing.

I will explain more of this later on, so please, enjoy the confusion for a little bit.

o.O

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:iconluckywhitedragon:
Nice confusion and lots of commas.

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:iconenchantma:
your writing style is very gripping! i like it a lot!

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:iconequinexus:
Ah!

Thanks so much. ^.^

You're a very inspiring artist.
:iconenchantma:
aww, thank you! :heart:

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