As I weave the last few layers of my silken tomb, the temptation of flight is almost too much to handle. The thought of fluttering, velvet wings, reflecting the guiding starlight, consumes the darkest spaces of my mind.
Previous transformations have denied me my wings. It feels as though the celestial bodies have conspired against me. Maybe my longing lacks purity as my imagination often includes beautiful visions of my new self. Vanity denied.
Perhaps my perception is a bit skewed. And as I refocus, I’m left not with the vision of the butterfly, but with an overwhelming feeling of control. I can reinvent myself in any manner I desire, the only limit is my imagination. I shall put down my needle and thread and instead raise my antennas towards the sky and await transmission.
I hear the monster calling.
A voice from within or a faint cry from the distance, I cannot tell.
Forever uncaged, he is free to roam, farther then I have ever gone, or am willing to at this point.
As strong as I feel that I am, there is no protection from his spell(s), not even the ability to reel in the cast.
I can see through his eyes, but his actions I cannot control. Complete control of my actions, however, is accessible to him as long as I continue to answer his call.
He knows I’ll always need him.
Dark of night,
The only sound,
Time still bending,
Seeds are planted,
They forced us to fight, to kill for their cause. Our faith was used against us. We watched as they slaughtered those among us who refused their commands.
Our armor bore that cursed symbol, and those who rejected it, we bathed in their blood. The steel in our hands as cold as our hearts, the fall from grace was quick.
Our atrocities knew no bounds. What we stole could never be repaid, an unfathomable debt, and our punishment was immortality.
I am haunted by my memories, but I am not that man anymore. Their treachery is all but forgotten, cloaked in notions of peace and humanity. BUT, I remember. And as the veil becomes thinner, exposing their ritualistic deceptions and wickedness, I wait patiently for redemption.
This story has already been written, by the same writers, with the same director, under the same production company. The actors are chosen as the story progresses, revolving casts of protagonists and antagonists, while the studio’s publicists continuously sell the drama.
You can either be an extra and perpetuate the narrative or search for another script. I suggest you write your own and maybe even become the star.