closer toheaven]] fitz & stark
Jul 16, 2012 16:06:18 GMT -5
Post by wimdy on Jul 16, 2012 16:06:18 GMT -5
Every step away from the castle walls was a step from the reality I’d come to revel in.
Four friends sitting and lounging around in a fortress made for them, and only them, they were knights, and queens, and kings, defending honor and each other day in and out but still remaining in their humble abode. They’d conquered wild animals, and wild people – but these days both were very much one and the same. The walls seemed to be painted not only with the thick heavy red of their enemies – but their steady emblem and waving flag saying that this was their home, this was their place in the world made of sand, do not enter. Or it did. At one point, there was a story behind the castle, a simple once upon a time involving to fishermen, a stuttering boy, and a foolish girl madly in love. But it seemed in these Games - we were all in love. Once upon a time, they lived in a castle. Once upon a time, they lived and laughed and built hammocks together.
They experienced life.
Once upon a time, they held hands, and fought valiantly against enemies. They took monsters down with single blows, everyone grew so attached that even starfish latched onto one of their faces. The stories could have been told forever - an endless fairy tale, but there were always ups and downs and the thing that took this story, our story, their story away from the land of fairy tales, was the fact that it didn't get better. Happiness was something that seemed to last only so long. There were twenty-four kids who started with a fairy tale every year, and with four knights, kings and queens, all holed up in a castle, it wouldn't be too long until one day, at some point, a knight fell down. If it were any normal story - they would move on and forget of course, forget the knight and thrive. But in this story, this fairy tale, it wasn't a knight that fell, it was a Queen.
Penelope Libertine.
Her fragile body dancing around like a puppet on strings being thrown about - like a drunkard after more than he's even used to. Her limp body fell from the world, fell from the castle and in to the surrounding world, ready to drown and move on, but her subjects were left at ease. And that's where the fairy tale ended. Every happy story ended with something, usually it was a happily ever after, but this story, my story, Klaus and Destiny's story, ended with Penelope Libertine. We all ended with Penelope Libertine. No longer were we a happy bunch holding hands and building hammocks, we were ruthless killers - not following any particular knights code. Killed by a girl who seemingly disappeared off the face of the arena, but I know, I've watched the night sky, there was vengeance in the story. There was a redeeming moment waiting to be fulfilled, all in the hands of the blonde haired girl from District One, Stark.
Each step away from the castle was a page in a new chapter of a new story book. The story where the knight becomes the prince and then becomes the king, the king of the land. The story where the saddened King takes back what's his through the death of a killer.
Each step promised a chance that my paths would soon cross with the girl who killed the queen.
Yet it hurts, it hurts to leave the home I've built. More than the scratches and scrapes that line my arms and legs, more than the death of the 18 children, just like me who'd entered this retched place. But to begin a new story, one had to leave the last story being. Despite the memories that seemed to drag me back, like a silver string attached to every limb tugging from the castle, I had to push forward, push past the bounds that kept me holding on to the life I once had. There was a life to leave behind - I was no longer the boy who dug dirt over and over until hitting the coffins of the dead. I was no longer to boy whose slender fingers traced along their valuables, and smiling along encouraging my brothers. I was no longer the happy boy convincing my family to keep going, and smiling along. I was no longer the fierce protector of my family, both families. Because the Ripley boys were no longer my only family.
There was the queen, Penelope Libertine. The girl whose life already intertwined like a pair of dancers leaping across the stage, paying attention to every dip and dive and every line and curve. We were always already so attached together through our families. Where they asked no questions and we did our goods - or what we thought was good, there was really no good any more. Pen, the girl who stole my heart away and played catch along the sand with it in her slippery hands. The girl for whom I'd raised my hand so high and shouted, "I volunteer" for. The girl for whom I'd come into this sandy wasteland in order to protect, and like her slippery hands, slipped quickly out of my life and out of hers. Lost into the ocean, forever drowning amongst the waves. My only memory now was the paper bag rubbing against my thigh in the pocket, which had never really belonged to her, but Jude. Just another reminder of home, of my brothers. But, she was dead.
There was Klaus - the boy with the stammer, who despite how weak he claimed to be stood strong with a nine in training. Despite his stammer spoke out in what he believed in, what he believed himself to be. The boy who swung his sword and took lives but still managed to keep that switch on, the switch that seemed to totter on sanity and insanity. The boy who remained sane despite all that'd occured, even when I took his love's life. And there was also Destiny - the polar opposite. The girl who seemed so strong when she, like me, raised her hand and took her place in this game. The girl who still scored a seven in training, and held her own coming in. The girl who despite the swinging off her hatchet, lost the battle with the switch and tottered into insanity. Both of them - I'd never even said goodbye to.
When Klaus and I had once built the hammock we raced and joked and I told him that I was king, I was king of the castle and everything surrounding it was mine. I teased then - but it was time for me to become king. It seemed as though as soon as I realized that, the strings holding me back detached from my limbs and led me forward. Led me forward through the storm that threatened the skies and struck down tree by tree in the forest with it's harsh lighting.
The storm that took down my home.
The castle fell to bits in the middle of the night, after I'd found myself huddling under the tarp I'd kept all these days in my sack, with one giant jolt the whole structure came tumbling down. I'd spent days admiring how the sand, despite how small and grainy, had survived the onslaught of attacks and fights, and stood tall. But in a mere few seconds, the last chapter of my life came tumbling down behind me and there was nothing I could do. I could only hope that Klaus and Destiny had took the judgement I had and left, I can only hope.
The sky lights up with the faces and the girl from District Seven - the girl who yesterday I'd assumed had killed the kraken had fallen. Her sweet smile taking it's last salute, waving goodbye to those who remain, though I'd never seen her face in here. Perhaps in the bloodbath - and then comes the boy whose life ended on my sword and who I respected. Elon Emberstatt waved goodbye and wished me good luck. At least, I hoped. There was nothing much to be said about the deaths. It was either not a surprise or not someone I knew, we were nearing the end.
Morning came quicker than most, the sand I'd grown accustomed to and despite it's burying itself in my clothes, it wasn't unusual any more, none of this was. I was expecting to walk around and find an enemy, I was expecting to attack with ferocity until I won. I was a king now and nothing in my kingdom was meant to surprise me. Packing away the tarp back into my pack, I walked forward, it'd been days since I'd crossed the beach. The golden cornucopia whispered hello to me as I passed it, reminding me of my victory from the day I'd surrounded it. And the beach whispered hello from the District 12 girl whose life I'd first taken. Memories flooded me as I walked to the water and dipped my feet in. The coldness sent shivers down my spine, but yet I didn't move.
I saw her and gulped. I was a king - I was not meant to be surprised. I was a king - and yet as the blonde girl walked towards me I could feel the butterflies furiously attacking the insides of my stomach beckoning to escape, and clawed at my stomach line until they could manage that. The girl who killed the queen approached with a hook in hand.
I was scared. I was determined. I would kill her for the queen.
"Hey bitch." The words stammered from my mouth in an almost muffled scream. The swear seemed unnatural and weird from my tongue yet after days of torture, it seemed almost necessary. I grip my harpoon in my hands, ready to fight. She'd killed the queen and she would die for it.
OOC: So so so sorry Aya! I had summer school and I forgot last night!
Also, graphic cradit to Ella/Tattle <33[/size][/blockquote]