Chapitre 1: Shackles broken or freed?
Prologue:
Alone on top of the realm of Aeons. It stares down upon the world lacking freedom. Sexual violence, homicides, drug abuse, the list goes on for eternity. All these humans living in this wretched world, abusing authority and bargaining away their freedom.
Bearing all the atrocities that they caused. No human will ever live "free". Because free isn't equal in everyone's eyes. For that lady, it might be marrying a wealthy and handsome man. For that man, writing the best book ever. Each person has different perspectives on freedom.
But there is one type of freedom consolidating everyone. We all are born knowing one day he will come to greet us. Every individual will meet this man. His smile etching over his face, his limbs crackling with each step he takes to you. He greets you with open arms and takes you away.
That freedom will come to us all. The Aeon of freedom is simply a disguise for the Aeon of death. I bring true happiness to people, people yearning for death, old people, sick people, and young people. Even with all the atrocities you humans have caused, I open my arms wide, embracing you all.
One day, I will bring freedom to every soul.
Chapter 1
In this world, I will not create a mask of reflection that reflects the true one, by doing so, I will continue hurting people. I will continue living as a revenant always bound by masks, masks that I see in the reflection of others. It was something normal, something typical. I don't enjoy mending my masks, they always break. That's why I will always forge new ones to please the society of mirrors.
Living in a village showered by prosperity. Gold, silver, rare metallic stones, and jewels were discovered deep underground in the dark mines. Those mines usually were unstable and collapsed at random moments, killing the people inside. Now that people found ways to gain wealth. They can't stop dying for it. The poor die, while the rich latch on like parasites that slowly drain their life force.
I'm not going to die nor am I going to become some leech. I will live free or that is what I wish. Freedom isn't something everyone has, it is because freedom isn't freedom. Liberty is complicated, complex, and tricky. When you think you are free, you get chained down, beaten, tied down. No matter how much you witness or feel, you will always need to continue living until your rhythm stops completely. The only thing I want is peace. Wanting to experience true freedom. Through finding people to cherish or something to protect. I believe freedom is happiness that you get naturally. There isn't any short-cuts to true happiness, it is something you need to earn.
I'm a wanderer, wandering the streets looking for food and shelter. I would sleep in dark alleyways packed with trash and filth. Dogs and mice could be heard knocking down trash cans and rummaging to continue surviving. A tin can rolled down the alley and inside it was some leftover mackerel. Is this freedom? You live shackled by no one, yet you feel so empty. By that I mean your stomach growling all the time. I picked up the tin can and pulled the slimy fish meat out.
"Yuck, now my fingers are all slimy and nasty," I said to myself.
I shoved the piece of fish into my mouth and the horrible unsavory aftertaste came like shockwaves. I grew pretty used to this though. This flavor was nothing new. Anything edible is like a treasure to us dogs. We roam the streets, begging, scrutinizing people, selling ourselves just to continue living as "free".
I don't remember my family, that isn't important anymore. My mother isn't my mother, she abandoned me. My father is a scum, leaving his son and neglecting to raise his child. I didn't have the chance to do anything. All my time went into ways to find money to continue my path of liberty. All I got left from my scum parents are just some old raggedy shirt that is too big for me and a pair of shorts. I mean it is all I had when I left home.
My mother would always leave after dinner to do her work and return the next day with money. She wasn't getting paid much and all that money went into food for us. Sometimes she would return bruised and tired. But one day, mother was just gone. She never came back. I woke up early at the time she usually came back. But she never did. She abandoned me. She left me all alone. I asked my father to go find Mom together with me. But he never wanted to. He told me that it was a waste of time to go look for a woman like her.
Now I'm alone, wandering the streets for food and stealing continuing to live. As the slimy bit of fish slid down my stomach. I caught the smell of rich people's food. The luxurious kind. It was coming from the big house. Where some rich snobby nobles live. They like seeing people like me performing tricks and giving us food or money when we do something funny to them. I followed the aroma and hopped over their gate. I took one of the chairs outside and stood on it and peeked inside. Inside was a long table prepared with a lot of food. Several people stood inside the room. All fancy clothes and holding red drinks. These nobles, how dare they use the poor to get even richer.
Filled with a sense of vengeance and starvation, I leaped into the window. All eyes were on me, I could feel their gaze. I couldn't care more, I had been embarrassed, seen by the whole world. This compares to nothing I have been through.
"Look the prince hired a clown to entertain us. How nice of him." He snuffed.
All the people around started to laugh. I started walking forward to the food courses. There before me were an array of different flavors and aromas. Such beautiful consumables I have never witnessed before. I grabbed the closest dish to me. It was some kind of meat mixed around with vegetables and the rice tasted weird, in a good way. The rice that I would have eaten usually was old rice that went bad. I would find this in trash cans near the alleyways. People thought that I was a paid actor due to my appearance, I look oddly feminine in these baggy clothes so they probably thought the noble paid some random kid to dress up like a hobo. So in their minds, they are probably thinking that I was just here to entertain them. Might as well take that chance to get some stuffing done.
I started shoving down more food until I came across this weird-looking red thing. People were pointing and laughing at the sight of a cute girl dressed up as a wanderer shoveling and engrossed in eating up all the prepared food.
This red long thing, with a curve on it. I haven't seen this before. Isn't this what they mentioned at the market? A new vegetable that isn't suitable for every person's taste.
"Lucky stars, imagine finding such luxury food here. Down the hatch."
As I first chewed on the fruit or veggie thing, it tasted sweet but after a few seconds, I felt kinda funny. For some reason, my mouth started to water a lot yet it was really warm on my tongue. It started to get worse and worse, the heat got stronger. The pain would come in waves.
"I'm gonna die, shit, I'm going to die," I screamed.
Everyone in the room started to laugh even more. They sure loved my presence. I was dying on the table and felt a slight tug on my shirt. It kept tugging and dragging my shirt down. I slowly looked down with tears rolling down my face. In a blurry vision, I could make out a child's face. Long black hair like mine but longer, I usually cut my hair with random metal fragments I found in the alleys. The little girl had something fluffy, big and red on her head. She handed me a glass filled with some type of fruit juice. It was probably apple juice mixed with some other random fruits. I have read this before, the main component that gives fruits their smell is ester. Some chemical that could be made through chemical processing.
"Thank you for the apple juice." I cried out.
The girl looked at me with her wide eyes, mesmerized and amazed, and continued to tug on my shirt.
"Sister, are you some kind of magician? How did you guess what it was?" She asked curiously while clutching her small hands.
I looked around and saw that the attention had died down and the only attention I was receiving now was from the little girl. Ugh, even this small girl thinks I'm a little girl... sigh... How bad do my looks need to get to make me look like this? I took a piece of cloth and wiped my eyes to see the girl more properly.
Why did she look like my mother, those eyes? Those were the eyes of determination I saw in my mother whenever she embraced me in her arms. I will never forget those purple eyes of love and emptiness. An emptiness that was filled by your reflection. The reflection that your mother saw you in. I reach out my hand to feel her face but someone grabs my wrist at the moment my fingertips were supposed to caress her cheeks.
I slowly twist my head to see who was grabbing onto my wrist. Their hands weren't that big of size but the force from alone was enough to leave a red sunken mark on my wrist. Wearing a luxurious specially tailored suit. Lengthy orange hair that reached the neck. The flower represented the aeon of ember. Red-orange eyes that look like the setting sun. Their eyes shined bright and brought a lot of radiance.
The attention switched back to me and chatter and whispers could be heard amongst the crowd. I could make out a few words they said.
"What is the next heir of Fukviyu doing here?" Whispered one woman.
Fukviyu? Isn't that the name of the shitty country? Heir? That means this guy is…
"Oopsie," I giggled.
"Oopsie? What were you trying to do, touching my sister?" He angrily said. He kept increasing the pressure on my wrist trying to force out an answer from me.
After a few silent moments, I felt weak, my legs started to lose balance, my core became weak and I hunched over. The flower on his cheek. That is the flower of ember, one of the aeons. This world has different aeons that attach to humans they think represent their aeons the most. The aeon of ember is something really passionate, warm and follows their thoughts before listening to other people's opinions. It tends to be really into justice too, always wanting to maintain righteousness. My sight was fuzzy and blurry but I could still hear faint sounds. While being in this delirious state I heard the girl's soft voice calling out to me.
"Sister, are you okay? Are you alright?" the girl shouted. But her deranged brother pushed her away. She fell hard onto the ground hitting her head. Her brother didn't lose focus and kept his tight grip on me.
This bastard really ignored the injury of a family member. His sister just got hurt badly and yet, he didn't care. Why? Why do you not treasure those who you have memories with? While unconscious the girl mumbled a few words. I understood what she wanted.
I looked at the prince and used all my strength in my facial muscles. My neutral-looking face turned into a smirk, etching over my entire face. It felt weird, the feeling of protecting somebody's freedom while Sacrificing my own. Is that freedom? No. Nothingness is freedom, I will not experience any euphoria as long as I live this way.
I felt a slight burn on my cheek. It started to pulsate which created small waves of pain. I was standing hunched over, lost in thoughts. I was transported again. But this time there was a river on the other side, I heard laughter, cheers, and sounds of joy. A voice calling out saying "join us". Was that mother?
Chained by iron chains that have no beginning, just a dark spiral of emptiness, emerging is iron chains that whip around my arms and legs. Lost in the abyss, not even tenacity could save me here.
From the dark, echoes a melody, a voice that sounded so soft and sweet. A voice that soothes my soul. Slowly walking forward from the shadows is a woman in a red checked kimono. Her belt had a pattern of fishes and her clothes were blooming with flowers. She meticulously tends to me, brushing any dust that collected on my midnight strands. After a brief intermission, she turned and took small steps until she submerged in the river. The woman's steps clacked every time she took a step forward. Her black hair was neatly made into a bun with golden sticks in it. Then her appearance started to dissipate. Seeing less and less of her figure.
"Please save her. She's the only thing you have left." Please, Vivshi don't let your sister die. Her voice slowly faded.
The echoes of her voice, I heard over and over again. Please, Vivshi don't let… Waking up and seeing reality again. This patient bastard still has his hands on me. My body was shrouded in a black oozing haze. The nobles in the room could be heard panicking and their eyes were filled with fear. This led to them backing up and cowering. What were they fearing?
The prince saw my body was emitting an ominous aura and his expression turned into a disgusted one. He called out to the nobles in the room to evacuate. He released his grip and leaped back. His eyes straightened, he had a completely stoic face. Then he slowly tipped the hilt unsheathing a katana. The flower on his cheek starting to illuminate bright red. I started sweating and my mouth became dry. It was like the room atmosphere changed, literally. The blade was changed color? It is slightly turning dark blue but after some time the blade bursts into raging crimson red flames, Covering the whole katana.
"You foul creature of the dark, your entry ends here." Thou shall not pass these sacred grounds of the king. He exclaimed while slowly pulling his sword above his shoulders into a striking position.
The prince took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, looking straight at me then jolted forward slicing the whole table in-half behind me. Everything that he cut got incinerated and smoke started to rise. Goddamn, I barely dodged his slice. But even worse, yuck the smell of burnt human hair is disgusting, but I appreciate the free haircut Prince-sama. This is too exhilarating, I couldn't contain it anymore, my grin grew and the flower of freedom sprouted.
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