Wicked (His side) 15

I’ve noticed
These past few days
She often talks about this
mysterious traveler.

“You know? There was once a weak woman
who walked as fast as me
yet she was so weak
That couldn’t even hold a sword.
So hmm, I guess
This brings back old memories.”

She told me as she swung her sword
Towards my feet
Making me fall.
“Pffft”
She kept laughing
As a carefree child.
I should probably be mad
But she has this angelic smile
That I can’t even bring myself to.

As I was on the floor
All sweaty and hurt
Still thrilled to learn
How to wield a sword
And counterattack.
It made me wonder
Who was this wanderer
Which my goddess kept talking about?
She seemed so real
Yet so unreal…

“You know? There once was a woman
Who had no recollection of her past
At least not before her 25th birthday.
She was given a name after that age.
Just like you.”

That was intriguing
What kind of person
Would forget her childhood?..

We left Belgrade as it was falling into ruins
My shackles were destroyed
The moment my Lord passed away.
Turns out
She made a deal with a merchant
A life for a letter
A woman for information.

Since the receiver was dead
She went back to the citadel
To search for the thin piece of paper.
Ashamed, I had to confess
That I was close to my lord…
Closest than any other.
I who was trying to get her approval
I who wanted to be her companion.
The moment I opened my mouth
They shattered
My hopes, my dreams…
My goddess looked intrigued
But said nothing of it
And asked me what I knew.
I felt disappointed by her aloofness
Like wine stinging
At this unclosed wound.
I swallowed saliva
And cleared my throat
Then started talking.

“There was a letter my lord burned
A week ago detailing
A white human beast
Like never seen before
Strong as a hundred knights
And swift as a shooting star…”

I looked at her
And finally realized
What the letter meant.
I kept talking
Her sight never left the moon
As she was hearing every word…

“The sender mentioned to be careful
Not to be greedy for it’s power
That running water should be kept as is.
My lord was confused
By the letter merchant Lupu Neacşu sent
And decided to burn any trace of their dealings.”

When I finished.
She seemed relieved
And looked at me
Smiling as if feeling nostalgic.

“Well, I don’t like 66
And I bet
Your mother would of loved
Another name.
So let me think…
You know?
I have so many questions
But I will leave them for another time.
So let’s see…
Did you know
That you are unique in this world?
You’ve got 3 types of rare bloods in you.
You were not supposed to be born.”

I was astonished at what I heard.
I knew I was weird
Since I heal quick
Don’t have strength
Since my lord
Never let me out of his sight
So training was out of the question.
But maybe…

“So hmm you are like a gift hmm
And your dad was a very unique character
Ugh, I swear
If I knew he would die abandoning you…”

She seemed frustrated
As she was stroking her hair.
And I…
I looked at the floor
With
mixed feelings.
I had never heard of my dad
Or mom
She seems so young
How could she know of them?
It didn’t make sense…

“You were trully a gift to them
Don’t ever forget that.
HA! I got it!
MATHEW
So you won’t forget
You are trully a gift from god.”

She smiled proudly
And gave me comfort
By patting my shoulder.
And I started sobbing
Uncontrollably
To the life I am starting
To my new beginning
Thanks to my goddess
I finally feel
Like I belong in this world…

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…

Wicked 13 (His side)

She’s done it!

Rose knows my weakness…
She’s deliberately torturing me.
It’s been six months…
Six months!
And only six
Six pictures!! Sighs
Leia looks beautiful in this one
My goddess of creation
This one also…

This person is taking close pictures…
Too close…
He better not fall for her.
(It was Rose)
Is she smiling because she is happy?
Or perhaps…
Is it the guy taking the pictures?
(Once again, it’s Rose)
Ngh…
I better finish
The transfer papers
Only six months
I’ll get the company
And offer her work
The house…
Also I need to have the house
Next to it…
(Looks at the picture
While holding the documents)

Sighs
This is torture…

Wicked (His Side) 12

***** Continuation *****

“Oh! What’s this?
Look who’s coming?” Said Rose

“Cut it out Rose
Where is she?”

I wanted
To rip her apart
If it wasn’t for that
Dragon lover of hers.

It’s been two years
I’ve searched for Leia everywhere
Except
Rose’s territory…
Texas.

I need her permission
Since
She’s the current alpha.
Her
Being a Nahual
And that dragon lover of hers
A lethal combination
Against us
Vampires.

“I gave you my advice Mat
It’s late now
Let her be
Give her another year
Let her breathe.
She’s under my care
I promised her a peaceful life
At least until the spell wears off.
She still has another 3 years
So she’s safe
And unconsciously
She doesn’t even have eyes
For other guys
I honestly don’t know
If she is stubborn
Or just too loyal.
Anyways
She will graduate
In another year.
I’ll give you a chance
To enter my land
And settle for two years.
Only then
Can you break the spell.”

She’s talking as if
She doesn’t see…
I’m burning inside
Yet she keeps smirking
Knowing I have no say in this.

But still…

“Give me proof
A picture
At least once a week.”

“What?
Mat
Are you insane?”

“Rose
It’s been two years
My heart has been
In constant turmoil
Please”

She sighed
“Ok but remember
It’s your choice
If you want the same outcome.
You see
Her life is not decided by you
But by her.
You want her?
Court her
Love her
Make her fall for you so bad
That even when the spell is broken
She’ll still stays by your side…
Anyways
Come back in a year
And don’t disappoint me.”

She left
Leaving me with a sour mouth.
At least Leia is alive
And I will be able to see her
In a year’s time…

Who am I?

I like to call myself SuperNova. The reason is simple, my wish is to make people stop and reflect on what they know, what they wish to know and what they want to become.

A supernova is the big blast before extinguishing giving the energy and what is needed to have a new beginning. That is my wish for you and for me as well. To end the past, and to start your new you.

Let’s not forget, we are students until the day we graduate from this world; hence, let’s keep on learning.

  • There will be two sections of fantasy/fiction novels.
  • and last but not least a poetry section.

Just a heads up, my life has been a bit different than other people, I decided to pour my heart and soul, my deepest secrets as well as my deepest sorrows. Life is not just about the sadness but also about the joy and teachings from those experiences. I was once lost, but now I’ve found myself…

  • Why am I blogging publicly, rather than keeping a personal journal? Well, let’s just say that I been keeping it inside for quite a while, and I believe there are other people who also need this. They need to know they are not alone. I needed that, more than anything at that time. I needed to know that things like this happen to a lot of people, and also I needed to know that it was not my fault. It was nobody’s fault. It was just something that happened and there is nothing you can do about the past; however, you can mark your present and can plan your future. You might not have had the means in the past, but you can acknowledge it, learn from it and use it as a stepping stone to better your future.