I am Fragile like brittle bones
Wicked through the years
I can cast my evil stones
Bringing justice for my tears
CHAPTER ONE
In the rasp of time, they say revenge is evil but I say revenge is sweet. The ages have brewed like fine wine, technology so vast and daring than I could have ever imagined still the ages have taught me to hate and I still harbor bitterness in my vines. This raging bitterness has kept me here, hoping for death to take me away.
THE AGES TAUGHT ME TO HATE
I have lived for 700 years without aging, and I have maintained my youthful look; evergreen without a rustle. My 23 years old body has refused to age further. I have organized and watched my funeral countless times. A routine event I conducted once I was fifty years old so that I could get a feel of death's presence and my soul's departure still death refused to take me nor did my age progress. Should I blame the phenomenal being 'life' for preventing another phenomenal being 'death' from extracting my soul? Should I blame 'life' for ceasing the progressive physiological changes in my body? I felt so devasted whenever I recalled how the biological functions of my body's ability to adapt to metabolic stress declined. I believed I was being punished for my mistakes and yes I was been punished but these are not mistakes these are my revenge and so My punishment was to live forever begging for death's knock because I have cast evil stones in the past, those stones avenged my tears.
BIRTHDAYS ARE MY WORST MOMENTS
It was my birthday and Darkness approached deeper than I imagined, the clock on the wall in my hallway ticked-tocked as I awaited my guest. Every year of my birthday I awaited 'life'. Life itself was like an outstanding being, smooth. A mixture of masculine and feminine facial features, It was a pulchritudinous being that came like the wind incepting through my mansion.
I sat like a toad croaking in anger while I watched the dark clouds from my bedroom. I was feeling unsatisfied with my life though I avenged my tears years ago I was still unable to remove my pain. I was raped by my master about six hundred and seventy-seven years ago that was how my hate grew, the disdain that I felt steered me to kill him including his family, and at last, I extracted the fetus that attached itself to my womb, and yet I felt hate, anger and everything there is to loathe.
"You called me when you are not ready" Life incepted immediately it entered.
He was right I wasn't ready to let go of the hate that burned in me. Not that I couldn't let it go, but! It was something I couldn't control something worth a sweet feeling. A sensation of happiness that roamed within me a sensation that was protected by my hate.
"When you are ready to let go I will take you through the next phase"
"I am sick and tired of these stupid mere games, what next phase? If I ever let go you should let death take me away. I am weary of living and still, you keep me here" I roared.
"The world is beautiful now, with your fellow humans inventing things out of the corner. Enjoy it while it last, you will learn a lot if you are willing "
"I wass willing the only thing the ages taught me was hate, these humans are wicked and worthless. It angers me the more" I screamed
Life laughed making a mockery of me before it twirled and disappeared
The first time I encountered life, I was scared. I panicked for I have seen nothing like it. It was the day I decided my fate. But According to Life, it was the day I committed the vastest offense
I was bleeding, like when a tap gushed out water uncontrollably. I staggered in my nightmare feeling faint, smudged in blood, and smelled of death. I wanted to survive but I perceived my extinction ahead of me. It was a spine-chilling moment that intimidated my thoughts. I just knew what I knew, I knew my expiration couldn't surpass me; a spooky moment for a lonely girl in the forest. A girl who had lost so much blood, to the extent she was soaked in it.
I fell to my feet after walking for a long while. I fell to my feet when I approached the borders of my kingdom. A river wasn't far from the marked territory of my kingdom, feeling excruciated I sauntered to the river to scrub off the shivers in my hands and the creepy sensation that followed.
Sucked in my desperation to live, life came in. The trees stirred, the grass wobbled and the dried leaves on the soil ruffled. The fright that gripped my soul was horrible, phantoms of my death eluded my head. I was vulnerable and my heart ached, I could feel my veins drained. I lay on the grass and watched the cloud adjust rapidly before it darkened as though it wanted to rain. I began to drift away petrified in my unconsciousness; this was the end.
"You dare not" Life appeared it evolved from the cloud. My eyes opened sharply. I saw how life emerged. It was a cloudy figure in human shape.
"Please save me" I blurted. As unstable as I was, pleaded with it without judging its appearance, I just wanted to live.
I was bleeding because I had extracted the fetus from my womb, I drank a mixture from the herbalist's place in other to kill the child, the herbalist said I would bleed for a while and the fetus was gone in a flash. That day I encountered life while heading back to my kingdom before theen I had killed my wicked master and his family by poisoning theirr. Once their death occurred I escaped the lion's den which reminded me of the horrors my master had put me through. I found out that I was pregnant then I decided my fate by extracting the seed in me that either reminds me of my horrors or makes my life miserable.
I began to bleed on my way back, I almost died until life came.
"You have disrupted the orderliness of this time, you have killed a child and because of this you shall suffer for it by leaving through the ages"
I did not understand what life meant but I understood the part about how I killed my child and at that moment I collapsed. I later woke up lonely surfing through the world trying to survive ever since I have been wedged through the ages.