major WIP obviously ;P
Hello, My Name Is...They Call Me...If You Must Define Me...I Am Female
I Am Questioning
The Sound Of My Soul...The Passion That Drives Me...I pour my soul upon the page, into lyric and verse. The written word is my art.
Perhaps I shall show you.
Follow Me Into The Past...We were two, he and I. My mother and father absorbed in their legends named us for their obsession. Morgana and Merlin became siblings through us, those ancient magicians of Arthurian legend, those greatest of enemies. Some days I feel my parents unwittingly doomed us to the same fate that day... though I doubt our names had anything to do with my brother's hatred.
I was small, weak, with the hint of tiny wings. My parents grew overprotective quickly, fawned over me, their so called special little one. Merlin learned to resent me quickly, though I loved my brother. I could not control the actions of our parents, their obvious favoritism from the time we were born that left my poor brother wanting for the love and attention showered upon me.
We grew, and so did his hatred. I tried to make up for what my parents did to him, but he pushed me away, would never let me in to give him the love he so deserved. Our parents were never outright cruel to him... no... but to say they neglected him would be truth. He was the stronger of us, born first, born healthy and normal. They felt he could be more independent, and they were harder on him, expecting more and giving less.
The day I took my first flight was the day any shred of care for me died in my brother. How my mother and father were so amazed, so adoring. As my paws touched the earth once more I saw him turn away. I went to him that night, I asked him if it would make him feel better if I never flew again. He told me nothing would make him happier. But I had tasted the sky, and how sweet it was! It broke my heart, but I promised him I would never fly again.
We came of age. My brother left us first. He never even said goodbye. We three awoke one day to find him gone. We searched for him, I even flew for the first time since my promise, desperate to make sure he was safe, but we could not find him. I stayed with my parents a while longer, but eventually said goodbye and went to search for my brother. I should have let him go.
I searched for a long time and finally I found him. Or rather, he found me. I had stopped to drink at a river when something leaped on me. It was larger than I, heavier, and I fell beneath it. His familiar scent wafted over me and I called his name, wondering if he had not recognized me. He cursed me and my wings, told me I should never have been born, after all I'd taken from him he was going to take away everything from me.
His fangs closed over one wing and I will never forget the pain. I fought back then, frightened and confused, and the next thing I knew my brother was splashing in the river, the strong current ripping him away downstream as I stood up to my belly in the cool water. I watched with wide eyes as his head disappeared beneath the waves... and never came back up.
I tried to fly, but he had broken my wing. I called for him, desperately, but there was no answer, no sign of him at all.