- Username: marco bodt
Name: Caedil - changed to Daedalos
- "Caedil is dead. I'm Daedalos now."
(More explained in the story.)
with Rivkah's Tsula
- "It's not like I meant for this to happen, don't look at me like that. Jeez.
I was just walking home from the park, that's friggin' all. And like any other living thing, I looked around.
'Cept I happened to 've looked down the wrong alley."
...
- "There wasn't actually any reason for this to be separate recordings, I just did it for dramatic effect.
Ahem.
Anyway, I look down the alley. At first it just looks normal- skinny kid gettin' beat in an alley by a couple a' punks. Happens every day. But for whatever reason, I decide to look back, an' I swear I feel my fur stand on end.
I could tell that this guy was pretty high up in the social ladder- just by his clothes, which were now coated in dirt and blood. Something forced me to step forward, made me think that maybe I could help, and that was when they noticed me.
A girl- small in stature but had a look that could freeze your blood in its veins- came toward me, raised her fist and-
Bang, bang, baby shot me down.
She decked me right in the face, then tripped me and just started going all out. Kicking, pulling, the whole nine yards. All I can remember clearly was how much I wanted to get out of there alive.
When it stopped, I was absolutely relieved. The girl yanked me up by my shirt collar, and looked me dead in the eye. Her amber eyes were colder than the arctic circle.
"Don't ever step in the way of Tsula Harjo. I'll make you regret it."
It wasn't even something I had to think about- y'know, like when you're in a race, and once the whistle goes off, you just run.
You run and run, to the point where you don't even know if it hurts.
You just go.
I didn't even know if they were following me at that point, I just wanted to get the hell away. Y'feel me? I could've just witnessed a murder for God's sake. I got more an' more paranoid as I ran, the only thing on my mind was to get home, to Aurorina."
...
- "It wasn't much better once I got home.
Turns out they weren't followin' me, much t' my relief. But that paranoia never left after that, if anything, it'd grown since then.
Aurorina was worried, at first. I started to stay inside more often, and I kept the blinds shut.
I didn't answer phone calls. Hell, I hardly read the mail anymore. Rina just thought it was me bein' a grump, and left me be.
But then I got a letter. It sat on the edge of the dinner table in the pile with other heaps of junk, but during one dinner, I noticed the symbol. That dark red pentagram in the corner of the envelope.
Everything came flooding back in a span of about half a' second, clear as day. I tugged it outta the pile, a few magazines toppling to the carpet below. It looked just like any other envelope, apart from the lack of a return address on the front and the stamp on the back.
I remember Aurorina asking if I was alright, and all I did was get up and go to the bedroom. I locked the door behind me and read the letter alone, so that she wouldn't worry about me. Looking back on it now, that probably just worried her even more. Yes, I'm stupid, I know.
There were only a few words on the page, but they still managed to ignite something in me that I didn't know existed. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I read it over, and over, and over again. All it said was-
"You're a dead man walking. I'm coming."
Tsula. Oh, no.
I started to get up and tell Rina all about what happened and what we had to do, but when I went out, all I saw was the front door wide open and her not there. A little pink post-it note was stuck to the fridge, reading-
"I'm leaving. Don't look for me."
Ouch. That hurt.
First I've got people out to kill me, and now my mate leaves me.
This is Hell, isn't it?
...
- "These recordings will become less and less frequent.
I'm on the run, and I don't know if I can stop to do these anymore, uhm, so I'll make this quick. So here's what happened after that.
After Rina left, I figured that I had nothing left to lose. Mom, dad and all of them would be safer if I didn't say anything to them.
If they started a friggin' manhunt, so be it.
I just wanted them to be safe.
I packed up what little things I needed in a drawstring bag and left a note on the door saying that we were on vacation, so that people wouldn't suspect anything. (At least not at first, I guess.)
Then I just left on foot, right into the woods.
I don't know how long it's been, honestly. Even when I was a kid, Dad said that I was never cut out for camping and these kinds of things. If I knew that my life depended on it now, I'd have taken that more seriously. Around the fourth day or so, I lost track of what day it was. I'm so alone.
But where I am right now...It's beautiful. It's up high, I can tell, and I feel like I can touch the sky.
These sunrises and sunsets are all I have anymore. They're the only source of hope I have.
It reminded me of that myth, the one where those two people made wings and flew to their freedom.
And you know what? So did I. Maybe I am in the sky. Maybe I grew wings.
As of now, Caedil is dead. I am Daedalos, and I found refuge in the skies."
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