Wicked 14 (His side)

Finally
After six months of torture
Today I will finally get to see her.

I’m nervous…
This feeling reminds me
Of when I first saw her
On that rainy day
500 years ago.

My beam of pure light
The glory of my life

There she stood
Looking at me
While her clothes and bearing
Resembled a dark winter storm
Her skin was white as the snow
Such a thrilling and beautiful soul
Surrounded by a scarlet field
The siege of Belgrade.

I was surrendered at her feet
Not by fear
I’ve been a slave for many years
The horrors I had to deal through
All of those years
Can not compare to the loss
Of my lord who was killed by Suleiman.

No, this is not fear
This is my desire to be her shield
Her spear…

It was out of my control
I just felt my heart racing
Everything else was blurry
Heat invaded my calm demeanor.
Seems like I knew her
Yet it was my first time seeing her.

The sound of her voice
Waves entering my ears
Ecstasy resonating
Through my veins.

“This is a nostalgic smell
You’re that baby boy,
Your mother….”

She looked pained
I wanted to embrace her
And say, everything is ok…

“She would be
So happy to know
You are alive…”

She tilted her head
It reminded me of an owl
A beautiful and majestic
One at that.

“A bit messy, but alive.
So what is your name?”

Her smile welcomed me
A slave barely surviving a war
I wanted to tell her my everything
Yet I am a mere number
I became aware of my self.
Trembling I said,
“I… I am number 66.”
I was ashamed
My heart throbbed uncontrollably.

“Hmm, very well follow me
I will find a proper name
To her son.
And you are no longer a slave
It is your choice.
If you want to follow me
Hear my say
If not let’s part ways.”

She started walking away
dignified with her sword at bay.
On guard just in case…

My goddess of destruction
As well as of creation
I followed her…

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