Today was somber as usual in the Astral Village. I took out my paints and dragged them swiftly across the paper. I splattered yellow hard in the middle and red all around. Bits got on the wall but I didn't care at the moment. I kept swiping the small brush up and down to create texture. I had made a flower. Specifically a carnation. Carnations. Why the hell did I paint that? This is a cruel joke. I crumple the paper and throw it out the window. I remember reality exists when I hear it hit the ground. "Right. I have to stop being abnormal. "I close the window and lay on my mattress that I use as a bed.
I am supposedly a monster. How? To be honest, I don't know. But it's quite obvious. I can bring bones, ghosts, skeletons, and dead bodies alive. Seems odd or amazing, doesn't it? That's where you are wrong. I can't bring the dead back. But I can bring their remains alive. Which scares people and makes them believe I'm a monster. How simple they are scares me at this point.
I summon a bone and spin it around, since drawing leads to me throwing stuff out the window. Carnations. I hate them. That's all it is, nothing more. But why did I paint them? It was like I had no control over my actions. I looked at my hand like it's the problem.
I get off the mattress and go to the bathroom to wash the paint off my face. As soon as I walk in, I see blue, red, and green on my cheeks and nose. "Fuck." I pour hot water onto a rag and harshly wipe it on my face. It burns but it got off the paint.
Today feels more depressing than normal, that's saying something. I feel like a bomb imploded in my stomach. It makes you feel empty, not just because your digestive system just exploded.
I wipe tears that I didn't know were there and walk back to my bed. I lay on my back and cry.
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It was a dark night. The kind that is beautiful with all its stars glistening above. I don't really remember much but it was enough to hurt. My mother had a long white dress that blew in the wind. She put me on a small mattress that was supposedly my bed. I guess we both shared the idea of back pain. I closed my eyes and fell into deep sleep. I heard a sweet hum from her mouth. When I woke up, I felt that same feeling. The feeling that I lost everything. The feeling that burns my insides every single night. I saw her breathless outside the house with blood gushing out. My heart shattered into tiny pieces . The one thing she was holding was a carnations. So much behind one little flower.
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I groaned when I woke up. I heard the loudest and obnoxious knock in the world outside. How the fuck can a knock be obnoxious?
I threw on my cloak and opened the door. There was a girl with a frilly sky blue dress with a white fur shawl. She had long curly white hair that was cascading down her body with little blue bows and she had pale skin but rosy cheeks. The other person was hard to see since they were wearing a dark cloak. The girl cleared her throat. "You are under arrest. "
(AMBROSE) earlier today
I was told to meet Iria at the fountain this morning. What did she want? I put on my cloak and pulled the hood over my head. I walked to town square, where she was looking pensive at the fountain. "Good. You're here."
"What is it? I kinda had things to do."
She looks slightly scared. "We have reports from Astral Village that dead people have been walking through and interacting with people. "The dead. It's a term I dislike using for dead people, especially the pure. It seems unfit for such people.
"Do you know who is doing it?"
She looks scared again. "They have said there's a necromancer in the village. They know it's him."
"I see. How far is it from here?" I've never imagined I'd go to that village on such terms, but I've always wanted to go. They say that you can always see stars there because it is always night there. So it's a diplomatic mission and my personal little field trip.
I wait for her to knock on his door. She knocks so fucking obnoxiously. After about thirty minutes he opens the door. He looks tired, so we'll need to arrest him quickly. He has shoulder length black hair, black eyes that seem to catch every bit of color around us, and he's short. Well, in comparison to me.
"You are under arrest. "
He looks behind us with calculating eyes. This may be a distraction but I turn around anyways. I see a faceless figures emerging from the dark forest. Even though they do not have eyes, they cry and sob loudly. "What are you doing?" I snap at him. "That's not me. It's something else. "He says in a soft voice, not to be kind but to be quiet.
We walk toward the figures in the forest. They sob louder as we get closer. I keep a close eye on the boy. I hear howling which is normal for me. I summon a shadow wolf to give ahead. It sniffs thr ground and approaches one figure. The figure turns abruptly around a cries even louder. Then the shadow wolf gets even closer. I the blink of an eye, the shadow wolf is swiped to dust and the figure walks over to us slowly. More emerge from the tall trees and bushes. I hear a rustling sound and look to see one figure strangling a small child.
Oh fuck. This is a trap.