The Forgotten Prince (Partial) chapter one
Chapter One
Waking To A Dream
"From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow And I Am In Them And That Is Eternity"
-Edvard Munch-
Death is a familiar place. Warm. Safe. It doesn't have the worry, sweat, blood and the tears I left in my finite life. Death is a happy place. Bright white with a clean scent and nothing to see. Serenity calms your mind and you fall into the dance the light brings.
I smiled at the thought of the eternity that had unraveled in front of me. The happiness that had filled my head smoothly then slowly drained, to be filled my the thoughts from my life. I saw the set of images of my last day. I realized that the artificial happiness I felt here was nothing compared to the mere thought of Elaria. I quietly sat watching the images flow through my eyes again and again, it was like watching through gods eyes. I knew that I had expired my free passes through the gates of Death. And now was a permanent resident of this wonderful place. The images paused on the invisible projectile that killed me and it idly moved to me. Then the pain shot through me. I knew I could no longer be afflicted by the human idiosyncrasy. But the pain felt so real, although the physical pain passed agilely the emotional pain was inconceivable. Elarias sweet face become overwhelmed with horror.
I knew this was going to happen. Seraph walked tranquilly, strolling toward me. He was like a small child in a flowery meadow, a child with a torch.
I never saw his face, but concentrated on her perfect face. She had a poorly concealed happiness on her face, that made me smile even now. She was so beautiful, perfection sums up my thoughts of her, but the physical personage blew away any prior conception.
I saw the black void appear on the horizon in my peripheral vision. He counted the time as he let me make it through the ceremony. He is evil, but humble and had a kind string that was plucked in his medley every so often. I would never forgive my estranged brother, but would show a bit remorse to him if ever given the chance. He walked with a certainty that even out of the corner of my eyes was recognizable. He his objective, roughly. He saw through those distressed, amicable eyes a enemy, but a member of his family. He couldn't enjoy the satisfaction killing brought him with a common enemy, he couldn't enjoy the ecstasy he loved from the thrust of a blade into a man. That feeling was redeemed with the feeling of vexation. It fueled him and brought him to accomplish his feat. No, I would never forgive his pitiful soul,but I will forget it. I was transfixed on a single particle that went along it's merry way. It was a avenue to forget the fixation of my life and a transition back to death, or my reality.
I decided to walk through the white brume that covered the foundation of this place. Heaven maybe? I would hope, or like to think that this was just that. I died and went to heaven. Thinking of it coiled me around back to Elaria, my heaven. I was just passing through a barrier that separated heaven from Elaria. I walked with a rejuvenated smile on my face. I never thought death would be so neutral in its entirety. I thought of Elaria a bittersweet memory, never being able to hold the angel in my hands or fiddle her hair through my fingers, or just luxuriate in her fragrance or presence. I knew the day was coming but I always thought that a memory would suffice, but in harsh reality you can't wrap you arms around a memory. I continued along my way oblivious to any form of direction except that way. I knew that eternity was long and infinitive, but hope made me think of a silver lining. This dream-like scene was monotonous and drew my thought away from where I was supposed to be if I ever knew.
In my day dreaming I overlooked the lone figure that sat in an antique chair and from here it stood quite daft. He was adorned with black an antagonistic outline of a human sitting in a mediocre wooden chair. He sat with a unreadable expression, blank with a fatigue. Unmindful to me he stood with another daft look he walked directly toward me then phased though me with ease. I turned to catch the apparition break through to the other side only to be mesmerized by no one walking away from me. I turned to see the chair placed in front of me, but barren. With a blink of a eye the barren chair had been replaced with the strange person.
"I've waited for you for the first halve of eternity, relaxing on unappetizing mortals that have graced through my lovely corridor waiting oh so impatiently to lay my wicked hands upon your strange face" he chanted, much to my dislike
"Strange?" I examined
"Yes, your a fallen angel, are you not?" he asked rhetorically
"No, angel my friend" I said with a witty tone
"Friend, thats a new one, in the millenniums, I spent in existence, friend has never been a name I've had the pleasure of being called" he said in a serious but almost comical tone.
"I say it lightly"
"Well angel your not so angelic after all, you died didn't you" he quizzed me
"Yes, but I never claimed to be 'angelic' as you put it"
"So modest, but you are so ballsy to, you stand like that of a careless man in the midst of a army why is this"
"I assume it's a friendly army"
"Far from it, life and Death" put a sly emphasis on the word death that caught my attention and I starred into his seemingly blank eyes
"You say it like your a foe of death"
"But you stand here with me, dead as ever, and besides death knows no foes, only friends"
"Who are you" I said with a unsure tone. Before he was just another forgotten soul wandering the void. He spoke with authority, a person with a definite position. We stood bewildered at my statement "You stare with a concrete face, my cold withered hands clap in applause to your witlessness". His hands sluggishly applauded to me. The ringing stopped abruptly and he stared through me, then finally in a callous tone he finished "I am Death, and all his friends".
