Post by suddenlydusk on May 18, 2009 0:06:29 GMT -5
[Hums...very short. I entered it in a compitition and have yet to hear back ;-; But I've been thinking about making it longer. If I did, this would be kind of a preface...anyway, tell me what you think ^^]
My breath came out in ragged pants as I stumbled along the rocky, uneven pathway. The dusty, arid wasteland around me was my enemy as I tried to keep myself from falling down and hurting myself more than I already had managed to in the short time I’d been running.
I always hated this part; the time where I ran across the wasted desert that was once a thriving city of magnificence.
A thousand years ago, my land used to be one of the most gorgeous places someone would ever have seen. Kings and Queens lived there; they grew up there and passed down the line all in the one area. The rumours were that the streets were paved with gold and silver, bright and colourful gems lit up night sky and that the only people who could live in this absurd city was the insanely rich, powerful and famous.
I was once a part of that. I was a Duke’s second daughter, only known as Pechѐ of Le Chevalier. It was a lavished life style, I held. I never had to lift a finger for myself and I was always adorned with jewels and fine, silky linen. I was honestly one of the richest children in the entire land, and I loved it.
All until the incident occurred. No one is really sure what happened, not to the exact detail.
I only know just enough. Apparently, the story is about a meteor, and it crashing into our little, nameless town of wonder. Everything was destroyed in its wake, leaving nothing but barren badlands.
It’s been around fourteen years since the meteor hit, and everything has changed. I’m now twenty-two, and angry. Not angry at the meteor – because really, that freak accident wasn’t anybody’s fault was it? – Or at anything else. I was angry at myself, or the person I used to be. The pampered, stuck up little duchess who got everything she asked for. I hate that little girl. She had no clue about what was going to happen in the so near future. I ask myself why I blame that little girl...why I blame myself – past or present self, either way – about the horrifying things that had happened to me. I’ve narrowed it down to the fact that I was so completely and utterly oblivious to what happened around me, which I guess could be expected, I was eight. Both way, I hated myself and I hated this whole entire world. It was hell now, not Earth.
Hell on Earth would have been better than this.
I winced painfully as I fell to the ground, my knees scraping painfully on the dusty ground.
Crazy kooks I see on the street ranted on about how they used to be a Viscount, and I scoff even though I would be in the exact same position, lying on the dusty, dirty ground if it weren’t for one man known only as Mihael.
Mihael was my entire world, the only person I had left.
He survived, as did I. Unfortunately, the rest of the land didn’t. Everybody I knew, everybody I loved perished in the gigantic meteor crash that destroyed everything. I was only eight when a thirty year old Mihael found me nearly crushed under the remains of my once magnificent manor. He had found me, and practically raised me after that. He’s my father, in all senses of the word.
Now, as I pick myself up from the dusty ground and continue running through the heat, I think about how drastically my life has changed, and I can’t help but think that something good might have come from it.
My breath came out in ragged pants as I stumbled along the rocky, uneven pathway. The dusty, arid wasteland around me was my enemy as I tried to keep myself from falling down and hurting myself more than I already had managed to in the short time I’d been running.
I always hated this part; the time where I ran across the wasted desert that was once a thriving city of magnificence.
A thousand years ago, my land used to be one of the most gorgeous places someone would ever have seen. Kings and Queens lived there; they grew up there and passed down the line all in the one area. The rumours were that the streets were paved with gold and silver, bright and colourful gems lit up night sky and that the only people who could live in this absurd city was the insanely rich, powerful and famous.
I was once a part of that. I was a Duke’s second daughter, only known as Pechѐ of Le Chevalier. It was a lavished life style, I held. I never had to lift a finger for myself and I was always adorned with jewels and fine, silky linen. I was honestly one of the richest children in the entire land, and I loved it.
All until the incident occurred. No one is really sure what happened, not to the exact detail.
I only know just enough. Apparently, the story is about a meteor, and it crashing into our little, nameless town of wonder. Everything was destroyed in its wake, leaving nothing but barren badlands.
It’s been around fourteen years since the meteor hit, and everything has changed. I’m now twenty-two, and angry. Not angry at the meteor – because really, that freak accident wasn’t anybody’s fault was it? – Or at anything else. I was angry at myself, or the person I used to be. The pampered, stuck up little duchess who got everything she asked for. I hate that little girl. She had no clue about what was going to happen in the so near future. I ask myself why I blame that little girl...why I blame myself – past or present self, either way – about the horrifying things that had happened to me. I’ve narrowed it down to the fact that I was so completely and utterly oblivious to what happened around me, which I guess could be expected, I was eight. Both way, I hated myself and I hated this whole entire world. It was hell now, not Earth.
Hell on Earth would have been better than this.
I winced painfully as I fell to the ground, my knees scraping painfully on the dusty ground.
Crazy kooks I see on the street ranted on about how they used to be a Viscount, and I scoff even though I would be in the exact same position, lying on the dusty, dirty ground if it weren’t for one man known only as Mihael.
Mihael was my entire world, the only person I had left.
He survived, as did I. Unfortunately, the rest of the land didn’t. Everybody I knew, everybody I loved perished in the gigantic meteor crash that destroyed everything. I was only eight when a thirty year old Mihael found me nearly crushed under the remains of my once magnificent manor. He had found me, and practically raised me after that. He’s my father, in all senses of the word.
Now, as I pick myself up from the dusty ground and continue running through the heat, I think about how drastically my life has changed, and I can’t help but think that something good might have come from it.