Endless walking. It's all I've ever really known up here. Pacing, wandering, exploring. I can call my travels many different things; but no matter what, in the end, it is always the same thing, walking. It is more then the only thing I did do up here; it is the only thing to do. I can wander aimlessly, for hours on end, and there won't be anything new. I will never encounter another living thing up here, nor find some long lost cave or town. I've been walking in this bleak, silvery gray and black world for years, and I am cursed to walk this world for just a while longer.
So to try and pass the time, I walk, or I listen. Listen to the silence or to her. She is the reason I am up here in the first place. She had been the one who caused all the pain and suffering, not me. She had ripped the minds of the subjects apart with creatures of shadows and nightmares. She had sent beats with dripping fangs and jagged claws into the imaginary lands of the citizen’s minds. She is the one who has ruined my life for me and those who served me.
Or that's what I've been trying to tell myself. Even though her personality differed from mine, she is still part of me. And for all my attempts to convince myself otherwise I can't run from the fact that deep down I know she is as much a part of my form as I am. I have wished to tell myself that all the twisted, evil, sickening whispers she has been uttering are only a part of her. That I don't feel the way she does. I am the sane side and she is just an invasive parasite. But I know that if I am true to myself that deep down I have been hiding these thoughts and feeling for years.
I guess it's why I wasn't so surprised when she had erupted from the depths and took control so long ago. She had rained a form of terror the likes of which the citizens in the kingdom had never known. Buildings collapsing and being torn apart in her midnight blue aura. Flinging open the doors to the subject’s homes and tearing the mothers from their child. Intruding upon their dreams and warping them to her demonic nightmares, driving the most cheerful of people into a crazed, sleep deprived, and scared frame of mind. The horrid beasts she made those days would tear every ounce of happiness and hope from the poor subjects. With their fur matted and clumped from all the mess of various fluids dried to them. Their yellow eyes streaked with red lines of bloodlust. All the nightmares from my spite. All the destruction because I had felt envious.
I harbored envy of my sister, hatred and spite for the subjects, and paranoia of anyone who spoke to me. Envy of the majestic rule my sister held during the day, Spite against the subjects for playing and bringing merriment during her day, but squandering the beauty of my night. Paranoia that someone would learn of these secret feelings I carried, and fear that the form that my feelings had taken would escape.
It was inevitable. Of course I would escape and rain the destruction and chaos they all deserved. Her horrific whispers scream inside of my mind. Honestly, you are the one who had the feelings. I'm just the results of keeping them hidden. You can try to tell yourself we are different but in reality princess I am you. I embody those feelings that you've held for so long. I am you. I'm just the side that is going to act. But we are the same. He voice is one filled with evil, yet carries a tone that forces you listen more.
No! I mentally scream at her. We may share a mind and my feelings may be the source of your form but we are not the same. Again I am telling her as much as I am telling myself, and she knew it.
But what are we if not a collection of memories and feeling. I share your memories, and I
am your feelings. Princess, believe or not you and I are one being, not two.
It is a losing battle. Her whispers are always true. And in the end I always came back to the same conclusion, we are one. And because of that simple fact it is always a war for control over my body. A war I always lose. I am a prisoner in my own body, and a torture subject in my own mind.
Admitting defeat already? You normally have a few more things to say. It doesn't matter when you admit defeat just that you do. Don't worry though soon we will return and you can see that precious world you used to belong in. Shame you'll only get to see its downfall.
With that a single tear fell from my face. Even though she controlled my body, my tears still fell when I cried. She makes sure of that. And as the black and gray view changes to the silver sand, littered with my tears, I know that she’s going to make me drown in my sorrow.
Soon.
It is soon. The stars are aligning after nearly a thousand years of remaining docile. They will help her bring my body back to my world, and bring havoc with her.
She lifts my head and I am forced to look at the lush greens and blues of the nearby planet, my home. I wish I could send warning, but she will never release her control to let me. She is going to finish what she had started, and I will have to watch.
The princess of the night is going to return, but she is piggybacking on the mistress of nightmares. And there is nothing that can save the poor souls that will face the mistress's fury.
Author's Note
Thank you for reading. I wrote this story for my creative writing class I have. I hope you enjoy it actually went through a lot of editing from my classmates to get to where it is. Let me know what you think.
