An Epilogue For The Beginning…..

She took her first steps tentatively. The dried leaves that covered the ground before her made no sound as she moved upon them. The white of her bare feet was a shocking contrast to the grey earth surrounding her. Everywhere she looked, the forest was barren and cold. It was the season of slumber and death. Winter. All around her, life lay imprisoned in a dormant state. Yet she, was finally free. The irony of it was almost laughable.

It was most curious that within moments of her release, she made her way back to these woods. Why return to the place where she had been captured? Surely, it was strange to search for clues of a past which was no longer attached to her? Strange it may be, but this place had been her home. She knew in her heart that she could not start over without first returning to the beginning. So here she was.

Drawing in a shaky but determined breath, she walked down the path before her. It was the same trail she had followed hundreds of times, though it felt as if she dreaming. She had lived inside this dream so many times, how could she tell what was real?

Then she saw it. The tree. Her loving, Weeping Willow. Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of it. Half of it’s branches were gone, burned to nothingness in a fire that she had heard about but not seen. A fire that had not touched her skin but destroyed every possession she once held dear. Every childhood wish… Every secret desire….. Gone. Consumed by the flames of a world she had been forbidden to be a part of.

Memories came flooding back to her. Echoes of laughter, whispers of love, promises made, and broken. Events she knew she had imagined. Things only created in her mind. Yet the effect they left upon her soul was as real as the beating of her heart.

She stood there and stared at her tree, not really looking at it, but lost within the recesses of her mind. Finally, she sat. Leaning heavily against the willow’s trunk, she considered the blank paper and pen held in her hands. Such simple materials once held comfort and joy for her. Long ago, putting pen to paper had meant a passionate release. Now, she felt lost and fearful.

What should she write? Should she spin a tale about pixes and princes? Humble beginnings and happy endings. Through pain and seperation, love lasts forever. Never stop believing, kiddies. True love conquers all.

Or should she go down the more tragic road? One where every second of everyday is filled with pain and heartache? Tears are your nightly lover and dreams are filled with blood flow. There is no happiness in those stories. Only darkness and death await you. And everyday starts with a renewed form of old agony. No hope hides in those stories.

What should she write? She did not know. She had known both kind of lives. One of happiness….One of despair…and something in between. What was left to live for now? She did not know.

Six years. So much said. So much done. Everything has changed, but it is still the same. Waiting. Was she waiting? For what? A million lifetimes gone by, a million stories to tell. And still she knew she had not lived.

She smoothed out the paper, uncapped the pen, and began to write.

~M~

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January 17, 2007

welcome back. i missed you.

January 17, 2007

It’s good to see you back. ^^

January 17, 2007

yay that was good!! yes i missed youof course hope all is well!

January 17, 2007

ryn… for some odd reason his company never bothered to ask me if it was ok to move him 6 hours away… oh well i suppose i can live for awhile seeing as i will be moving up there as soon as i possibly can once i’m done this dumb school stuff i’m doing now.

January 18, 2007

Well said.

January 19, 2007

RYN: I’ve written on some things that have come more from imagination than experience, yes. 🙂 (My problem is that I just can’t seem to write much of anything right now.) 🙂

January 21, 2007

MEGORA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You’re back!?!?! For good? *bounces* HELLOOOOO!!!! Lee Mee xXx

January 24, 2007

so good…. now that you’re back makes me wanna stay…i’m not the same girl that started writing “sharster” probably 5 or 6 yrs ago, but i can’t bring myself to erase it all and start again.ove

FINALLY! OMG I missed you!!!!! *SNOOPY DANCE* I hope you stay, I really missed you mega heaps!!! How have you been? What’s new? You know all that stuff? I do so want to know!!!!! HUGS X 10000000000000000000 xxxxxxxxx

well YEAH..why wouldn’t I silly??? Now whats all the new news… xxx

January 27, 2007

Welcome back!

January 28, 2007

hey i just wanted to come by and say hi and see what you are all about. take care.

February 1, 2007

“And he smoothed over his beard, opened his bottle of coke and waited for the words to appear…” I remember reading this! But didn’t know what to note so i called you instead. Then forgot to mention the entry altogether! Gah! How come you got all these welcome backs??? You were more loved than me! *sniffs* Ima steal your faves, hehehe. WRITE SOMETHING ALREADY! Your audience awaits. :o)

February 3, 2007

RYN: I could have sworn I replied to this already. My brain is like swiss cheese! Anyhoo. Your notes could give a girl a big head. ^^ I know what you mean though, my RL friends don’t share the same interests as I do. *sigh* One reference I didn’t get though – who/what are the Eights? And I agree with Jag, get to writing already! ^~

February 4, 2007

RYN: I don’t know Meggy. I really don’t know. What’s going on with you guys anyway? Still talking? Lee Mee xXx

I do hope you have a fabulous xxx

February 5, 2007

RYN: Yes, I like X and a lot of other animes done by the CLAMP group. Actually I love to anything done by CLAMP.