The moon turned red as I raised the rose to the light. Of course, with the light of the red moon, the red rose turned darker and darker until completely black. This was my cursed rose. Magic is quite hard to come by these days. Though, no one seems to know what kind of magic it is, because no witch could have done something this creative. To turn me into an evil god by the light of a red moon, which in the real world, is every full moon.
The evil god is a part of me, just as i am apart of him. The only simularity, is that we share the same body, and that on a golden moon, which is the new moon, I return. the new moon, to the world as you know it, is unseen. It is another full moon, only the oposite side gets the light. I don't know what I am. the evil god won't tell me what i am. He is envious of my appearence as well as my ability to heal everything around me.I've been told that I have golden eyes and purple hair and that my caucasian skin glows like stardust whenever I am out in the sun. All the while, the evil god looks like a terrible man, baring scars, black coal eyes, and long ever growing pitch black hair.
Everytime i try to see my reflection, rather by water, or by mirror, I see him, not me. I look down, I see my own body, but not my face or hair, which to my surprise, never grows more than the length it is at. My hair is forever too short for me to notice. I know that i glow. I know that my voice is very pretty, because when i sing, all the animals and people can hear me and would find me at my favorite spot on the rock in the open sky of the mystical green forest.
Some people wanted to take me back with them, but i told them, i could not. The evil god could, though i could not. For if i were to leave, and if the evil god were to ever not come here to make our flower shine, we would both disapear. I know because I have been very close to death to know for certain, what would happen if we did not make it. Is it really just a curse? Is there a way to break it? Sadly we do not know the answers. We do not know were we are from, or what caused this to occur. Our only clue, is that we are most definately, not of this world.
When i was a child, I was frightened, thus my stubberness to not make it out of the mystic forest, which is my home, at least that is what I've decided to believe until i realized, no one else had this problem. no one else had purple hair or golden eyes. I should find a cure! I should persuade the evil god to listen to me. Though, he never really obeys my pleas.
He goes where he wishes, kills and enslaves the people, the animals that like my song. It is the only one i am able to sing. Though I've tried to stop him, i fail every time, because he shares my body, and i can not physically harm him. When people have come to watch me sing, they would ask me if i knew anything about an evil god that ever came into the forest. I would try to answer them, but i could not. It is a part of the curse, the evil god predicted, that I am not allowed to tell people that he lives inside me. When i tell them, i can not know, they insist on protecting me. However, everyone who has tried to help me, ended up dead.
I am sixteen now, I will most definetely find a way. There must be something i could do. If i am not from here, I should find out what i am, even if i can not leave the forest. I will ask the animals to gather what they know.
"I hate humans, Mara. They are stinky, self centered, non magic, and ugly." Weith boomed, "And this forest makes me feel clausaphobic."
"I told you, there is nothing you can do about it, If you never come back with our body, we will both die. I am not about to die till i find out how to separate us!" I yelled through the thick skull that is our shared brain.
"When the raven said that you were a portal, and that i was somehow trapped within you, did they also mean that I was once destroying the earth till something very strange happened?" Weith asked, "Is that true?"
"I am not sure." I said, "It's very hard to believe that I was born to be the prison of an undefeatable god."
"You think i am defeatable?" Weith breathed as he was rushing out of the forest, to the nearby village to steal some food.
"You could pretend not to be evil for like, one moonlight, right?"
"I can't help it, its in my nature, Mara." he thundered all mightingly, "I have been this way for thousands of years."
"Are you saying that I am suppose to be old?" I narrowed my eyes, "Do I have wrinkles in my skin yet? This town seems to be more poor the more you've damnaged it."
"Hey, if you're lucky, I'll look at the reflection and show you your true appearence." Weith joked, "You might actually look like a pig!"
"Knock it off will you? That only works on you, not me. I can never see myself for some reason. My head anyway." I shrugged my spiritual sholders.
The townsfolk tonight never came out of their homes. They cowered in fear of Weith the almighty evil doer god. There was nothing i could do. I only prayed that someone will find me, and save me, end this tormented way of life as the host for a terrible shock of nature. He had all the magic in the world, but he couldn't bring joy or happiness. He could only bring destruction. So i awaited the day that i would be saved, or that we both would die.
I spent the next few days sleeping until the new moon. I yawned at that moment, not bothering to ask Wieth what he did in the past few days cause i could probably guess. Though something seemed different. I wasn't able to pull through. I wasn't able to appear when the rose turned silver. Someone was approaching behind us. Who could it be?
at that moment, that we turned around, our life flashed through our eyes. A black and Silver dagger shapped like a cresent moon, stabbed right into our sholder and spliting us in a diangled half. The rose dropped to the soft and welcoming grass and turned to ashes. The portal was broken. We had died, though when i woke up, I was in an entirely new place. a place that was more prettier than anything the forest could mefiest.
"Mara?" A familiar voice asked, "Is that you?"
I opened my eyes, and immediately fell in great awe.
"Where am I?" I asked, "Yes it is me, who are you?" I raised my eyebrows and gazed around trying to take in a glimpse of all the sight, the stars, the holy bells, everything.
"You are in heaven. where everything good and just exists." The woman who had purple hair and golden eyes just like mine, struct me to be my mother.
My eyes blurred with tears. Though will i ever get my body back? I will never know...
To be continued....
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