Post by asteria on Oct 31, 2009 18:05:06 GMT -5
Asteria walked threw the night, as she embraced the life she used to live. She enters the playground with little notice to her surroundings as she walked up the see saw like a balancing beam keeping it steady in the middle. She thinks to herself how greatly her life has changed; she will fight against such misery from entering her life ever again. Then she lets the see saw gently touched the other side of the ground once again. Asteria tip toed to the swing like the dancer she was trained to be, sitting down and swinging gently back and forth, a stray thought comes to mind of her creator Daemon, wondering if he ever survived the war or if he was enslaved by an angel, with a shrug she brushes it off as if it didn’t exist.
She didn’t want to relive those memories, and refused to become trapped within her own mind. To ease her cold heart, she started dancing to an invisible rhythm and beat. Her favorite song drifting threw her mind as she danced her way around the merry-go-round while running her fingertips across the cold metal bars. Picking up the speed of her dance, letting it feed her upon anger. She took out her war scythe and danced as if she was fighting an invisible enemy; her traitorous mind keeps placing the images of Daemon in her minds eye. Asteria let an angry growl escape her lips as she slashes at the air trying to rid herself of Daemons image, if only he would stop haunting her mind, if only she could let go of that life once lived long ago.
Just as the last thought goes through her mind, she thinks of the gruesome images the Great War left behind. An image that stops her dance dead in its tracks is of Daemons lifeless body under a pile of grim and blood. She feels devoid of emotion as the thought attacks her cold heart. Wouldn’t she feel his death, his last breathe? She lets her mind wander on this thought for a moment. A sudden gust of wind picks up while the breeze plays with her hair, letting the length of it flow with the wind.
Which direction would her own life lead her? Is she destined to die like the rest or live in a cage only being let out to destroy her own kind? Her mind felt like a storm, her eyes flickered around the park only now taking in the lifelessness of it park. Asteria felt like this park looked, forgotten with abandoned loneliness, yet with a hint of rage and power beneath the ground, as if it was ready to strike at a moments notice. This brought a smile to her face, she would let her emotions guide her into battle and fuel her path of destruction, and she will fight back against this world. She will make the best of what she has, her life, her power, and her courage. She was meant to be here and she was meant to fight for her freedom.
She didn’t want to relive those memories, and refused to become trapped within her own mind. To ease her cold heart, she started dancing to an invisible rhythm and beat. Her favorite song drifting threw her mind as she danced her way around the merry-go-round while running her fingertips across the cold metal bars. Picking up the speed of her dance, letting it feed her upon anger. She took out her war scythe and danced as if she was fighting an invisible enemy; her traitorous mind keeps placing the images of Daemon in her minds eye. Asteria let an angry growl escape her lips as she slashes at the air trying to rid herself of Daemons image, if only he would stop haunting her mind, if only she could let go of that life once lived long ago.
Just as the last thought goes through her mind, she thinks of the gruesome images the Great War left behind. An image that stops her dance dead in its tracks is of Daemons lifeless body under a pile of grim and blood. She feels devoid of emotion as the thought attacks her cold heart. Wouldn’t she feel his death, his last breathe? She lets her mind wander on this thought for a moment. A sudden gust of wind picks up while the breeze plays with her hair, letting the length of it flow with the wind.
Which direction would her own life lead her? Is she destined to die like the rest or live in a cage only being let out to destroy her own kind? Her mind felt like a storm, her eyes flickered around the park only now taking in the lifelessness of it park. Asteria felt like this park looked, forgotten with abandoned loneliness, yet with a hint of rage and power beneath the ground, as if it was ready to strike at a moments notice. This brought a smile to her face, she would let her emotions guide her into battle and fuel her path of destruction, and she will fight back against this world. She will make the best of what she has, her life, her power, and her courage. She was meant to be here and she was meant to fight for her freedom.