Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

A little backstory for context: This is in the POV of my character Evenlyn, a night elf Draenei living alone in the woods after her home village, Delibeth, was raided by Satyrs, killing her parents. Her brother and she escaped, until they came across a satyr who grabbed her brother. She panicked and ended up shooting the satyr with powerful uncontrolled magic, killing it, but also her brother. She blames herself for his death.
So that’s a little backstory, here’s the *angst*:
*warning, there are suicidal tones*


    As I tend to my lonely fire, I look up to the treetops. The beautiful violet hue of the trees that once fascinated me only fill me with melancholy and guilt. They remind me of home. The home that was stolen from me. Now whenever I see those damned trees I remember. I can’t look at them.
    The trees are everywhere. Surrounding me, surrounding my mind, injecting themselves into my broken psyche. 


    Just close your eyes.


    I try but I still see them. Burning. The image burns my mind. Burn. Burn my skin that caused this.
    As I hiss I grab my necklace. My necklace, it isn’t mine.
    It was his.
    Before I killed him.
    Violet blood trapped in the wrinkles he earned from smiling. Aquamarine strands stained and sticking to his face. He didn’t look right. He looked, dirty. He was never dirty, always clean and crisp and so...  lively. Alive. He wasn’t anymore, was he.
    I did this. The thought haunts me. Mother would hate me more than she hates herself. Father would tell me I’m broken again.
    But they aren’t here anymore.
    They too, are with Syerias.
    Why couldn’t it be me? He should’ve killed me. Syerias had so much to live for. I am weak. They always said so but I wouldn’t believe it. Now I see. I am weak. These powers don’t make me special; not when I can’t use them. They make me a monster. Just as much a monster as the satyrs that massacred the village. The fire that burned my home. Burn.
Fire.
    I go to the lake to put it out.
    Put out the fire.
    I wade no longer.
    Extinguish it.
    My breath escapes but his face doesn’t.


    Just close your eyes.