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Date Posted: 22:28:16 08/15/02 Thu
As a winged one of ebony hue, I shuddered without will. Horrors of untold nature planted seeds of doubt of my mother’s nature. The Golden One was Queen, a vicious and cruel one indeed. The ways of the Light were not wrong, only different, as I now knew. Those of the Light used diplomacy instead of force, a republic instead of monarch. The ways of the Light...
They made sense and comforted me. The ways of the Light worked in the good of the community. Everyone was equal and all were protected and loved. There was no fear, no sadness, no need to worry.
Damn Communists, as my mother would say. Their lives are far from perfect. They lack order, rules, beliefs. They have no one to trust. No one to serve. They believe that there is no Higher Power, no need for leaders. Bloody fools.
But what right have you? Why is your Blood the only ones suitable to lead? Could we not be equal? Equal in our beliefs and nature?
And what will you do, mother, when the others begin to question your rule?
And see what I see...
My mother, blinded by power she once had, bounded to a kingdom that she no longer rules, and bombarded by those who falsely proclaim loyalty. My mother, who choose blood reign over true love, envy over forgiveness, and her emotions over reasons.
Never will she achieve her dream, the dream of peace. Peace in her corrupted soul and soiled black heart she will never have. No, I know she will not. She gave her true love to her enemy. Tiberius, the one who should have been my father. Tiberius, the pure in heart. The only one who could have changed my mother for the better and made her abandon the hideous cycle of suffering. Perhaps it was my grandparents who caused her so much grief, so much pain. Pain enough to hate and slay her only sibling. Pain enough to slay her true love. Pain enough to exile the one who had always been at her side. My father, whose only wrong was loving the deceased sister of my mother. Maybe it was jealousy that drove her. Jealous that her parents loved her sister more, enough to split the land in two. Jealous that Tiberius had found a mate that she never could, she bewitched him, purposely causing him to have an affair. Then, though she loved him, she threw his love away. And ruined him. Jealous that my father, Osiris, choose her sister over her, she exiled him. Ruined his reputation and the kingdom she had once shared with her, or so my father thought.
I only wished I knew why. But fear prevents the slightest utter of the subject from parting my lips. I know her nature, confused at the moment. She is confused to why the past is as it is. I know she wonders why Fate never seems to smile upon her. She is bewildered by the present, foreign and unforgiving to her sins. Sins she will never confess. Sins that will engrave her heart with memories of burning black tar. And will bring her life to an unfortunate end.
Mother, repent! I cannot bare to see you waste away. I have heart tales of the Great Isis of the Dragonlands. The Isis I know is vanishing. But mother, it is a pity. I know you are not evil, just mislead. And aging, though still beautiful. It is your mind that has aged, becoming selfish and shallow. You have lost your wisdom and charm. The wisdom and charm that made you famous.
"Mother, the Golden Age has ended." I covered my mouth a moment too late. The words had been spoken. With a hand across my lips I could speak no apology for the outburst. It was my true blue eyes that showed regret. And witnessed utmost sadness.
She did not answer, but she knew what it meant. It had been on her mind, I suppose. For I knew my mind could not be read by hers. She glanced up, the eyes glazing as tears struggled to flow against her will. Yes, it was over.
It would all end soon.
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