Scatter My Ashes

Scatter My Ashes
Between The Rows

Upon The Crosses
That Have Been Sown
To Wish That I Could Be Again

But I Am A Memory
Of The Quiet Winds

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Kye Speech Thoughts

We live. We die. We prosper. We suffer. We mainly suffer. It is like a wheel. Full of horrible times, which makes that flat line feel good, as we find ourselves so full of death, despair, and hate that the one hint of goodness changes everything. Even if it's not even a considerate amount of goodness, it shapes our lives because Light is over powering. But Dark my children. Is the way that pushes through it all. It will always win. Either through greed, hate, or jealousy. Remember that my children.

That was the story old grandmother had told us. It was the story Kye was now reciting, and it was the story I was brought up to live by. Why such a horrible 100 word story would ever take a liking to my brain in it's early stages was strange. But I presume that the reason was for no other reason than that of my power. I'd heard others had powers, to kill, to run fast, to be really strong, to predict the future, to travel time. Though they could barely compare to my own. For my power was that of death, and yet that of life. The breaking of the body, to form in another place.

Why my mother ever thought that this name would suit me, I will never understand. Seeing as how she expected me to try and take on the gods, and advance upon all good in the world. A darker, more twisted name would probably be more suitable. Instead I was given this pitiful sadness. This name that suggested delicacy, could be used as a ploy, a distraction, as my mother put it. I would have the right mind to change it but instead I kept it. It was the last thing I had of her, even if I had grown to hate her guts. No one deserved to die like that.

Remember how many times she'd spoken to us with that stern voice. We'd all be oh yes great mother, and bow to her so she'd feel good about herself. I don't even pity her death. She deserved to die.
How can you say such a thing you ungrateful child. She raised us.
To be what! He paused, And you say I'm ungrateful.
What's that supposed to mean!
Look at yourself. Moping around, on 4 hooves, at least you have a life. Literally.
Maybe if you hadn't wormed your way into my brain, I would have done better!

If you hadn't guessed already. Kye is my older brother, his power was persuasion. He was supposed to die in a 'accidental' cave collapse after he tried to kill our grandmother. I agree she wasn't the nice person in the world, but she did raise all of us, while our parents were off frolicking, and being stupid. Sure she'd made us bow to her and call her "Great Mother". It was stupid, but while our parents were off making babies, a band of us had grouped together. Following behind, until we were of age to be taken in. Our parents gave us off easily enough. "Good Bye." "Good Luck." "Remember Your Future." That's all they'd said to me. I don't even recall them saying anything to Kye. Perhaps that's why he became such a inconsiderate death bringer.

Your a death bringer yourself.

I glared at the ground. How I hated that he'd found a way to make a portion of his own brain to get into mine. I was supposed to die there as well. It was only because of how injured I was that he'd been able to worm his way into my brain. I can barely remember anything else. It's like foggy pool of despair. My brother even refused to tell me anything other than what I already knew. Whenever I confronted him about it he would find a way to disappear within my brain.

Your. A. Death. Bringer. He began to chant it, like a song, but with words that made no sense except to his and my own ears.

Yes. I was indeed a Death Bringer. Killing ravens, was my specialty, but every eclipse, (when my brother took over) I would wake to a dead foal by my side. It's happened once for sure, maybe twice. I don't even know my own age anymore let alone how many times I've seen a dead being. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. I hated how my brain could get so entangled within itself, the only upside was that it could drown out my brother. Perhaps that's why I suddenly started thinking of things I'd never be able to remember completely. I shook my head, frustrated with my mental path.

I opened my eyes to what I was actually seeing. For it seemed that a Fountain, a beautiful fountain, I had found. I looked around precariously, scared of what might be lurking around me. For I knew of such traps. The water bubbled from the bronze hinges and I automatically knew it wasn't the Fountain of Youth. For surely the Fountain would be designed in such beauty that it couldn't be mistaken by any other. I moved my black stockinged legs towards the fountain.

Stop. I stopped slowly. You don't know what that is. What if it brings you death.
Than death I shall look forward to, for I haven't drank in 2 days time. I picked up my slow pace again, my toned muscles glimmered a brilliant white, and glossy brown as I stepped towards either death or life.
Okay! I'm sorry I led you astray! I'm sorry I forced you into the cave even though I knew what 'Great Mother' was planning!
My pace froze, and I felt anger bubble up inside my gut. You. You knew about that and yet, my voice grew quiet, yet you led me into it! Your more despicable than I ever imagined! I took 3 more steps till I was gazing into the elegant pool. Kye had stopped talking, and it was a good riddance in my mind. Just one taste, I said softly to no one in particular.

I Am The Shadows
I Am

Josephine Lace
Words- 1000 approx
-Open to Everyone

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Born Of The Ashes
Living To Destroy
Or Be Destroyed By My Fate

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