[CW] How I died.

While I’m running from Cobalt, I’m guessing this is a good time to tell you how I died right? Or at least why I’m running, but it all boils down to how I died so I’ll just jump to it.

It was a dark and stormy night (I’m serious.), and I was in my hometown, Varrock, hunting for herbs to make my mother’s medicine. She was sick with a rare case of small pox. Apparently, she was violently allergic to the only medication for small pox and needed the help of magic instead. That was the problem right there. It wasn’t because I didn’t know how to heal her, it was just that working my magic meant I’d attract unwanted attention to my family. My realm isn’t like what you think it be. Dragons aren’t rare creatures, they roam abundantly. Vampires could have children and fey were like the human equivalent, except immortal. Witches and warlocks on the other hand, were extremely rare. There was no special ‘mix’ to get a witch or warlock, only destiny. We were taught through our dreams, since our parents had no knowledge of magic. According to folklore, powerful witches and warlocks could predict the future and control the weather. Many factions would try to get a witch or a warlock on their side, predicting the future and assisting in battle. Very much like Gandalf in the Lord of The Rings. My mother was a fey, while my father was a werewolf. If it wasn’t for my pointed ears, I’d have thought I was adopted.

My mother meant the world to me and the night I collected all the ingredients, I lay her down in my humble rune crafted magic circle and chanted a spell I learnt a few nights before. Being the first time I had used my powers, I was in awe as the circle began to glow and the red spots on my mother’s arms and face began to fade before my very eyes. When the light dimmed and fade, my mother’s breathing was normal again. Relief. That was all that I felt.

But only for that moment.

Because the next, my father burst into the room. He glanced at my mother, who was waking up in the middle of the magic circle.

‘What have you done?’ he was pale. I did not understand. I saved mother, didn’t I? ‘ What have you done?!’ He roared at me, leaping for my mother and cradling her in his arms.

‘I-I healed her.’ I was on the verge of tears. Father almost never raised his voice at me.

He stared at me. His stare cold as ice.

‘You’ve damned us all.’ He snarled

I flinched.

‘W-what do you mean?’ I clenched my fist. ‘I saved mother! She was dy-ing.’ I spat out.

‘Yeah, I could have found another alternative.’ He waved me off after depositing mother on my bed. Throwing open my haversack, he started tossing my clothes in.

‘What are you d-doing?’ I stood there, stunned.

‘You’re leaving.’ Father replied, matter-of-factly. ‘I won’t have you harming your mother, or our child…’

‘Child?’ I gaped. ‘You mean mother is-‘

‘Yes.’ he threw my backpack at me. I caught it with much effort. ‘I’m sure I wouldn’t be as…blessed as to have a witch as a daughter.’

With tears welling, I ran out of the room, out the house and into the woods that always welcomed me.

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I had no idea how many days I’d been walking around in the woods. The trees may be my friends, but they never pointed me into the right direction. I walked past a tree with a scarf tied around it’s branch. I’d been past here again.

I sighed deeply. Was I really going to die this way?

I was thirsty. If there was anything an immortal couldn’t live without, it was water. And since I was still a very young immortal, I drank and ate just like a regular human being. I’ve been surviving on mushrooms and salt water for the past few days. My body couldn’t take much of this abuse anymore. I looked around and made sure I was alone. My senses were dulled from the lack of nutrition and I was desperate. Quickly, I chanted a spell and touched the ground. A depression started to form and clear water started to rise from it’s depths. I’m a natural at this. I gave myself a pat on the back and knelt down to have my fill of the refreshing water.

As I sat back, I felt it. A presence. A few more seconds and I realized that the presence was plural. I looked up the willow tree. It was tall and bushy. I nodded, placed my palm on it’s bark and chanted another spell. With the rustling of it’s leaves, a branch dipped down to where I was, allowing me to grab on. It then lifted me up into all it’s leafy-ness, a little like a very itchy comforter. Spying from the top, I caught a glimpse of a cluster of shadow dragons. They were mounted by demons, recognizable by the spiraling horns at the side of their heads.

‘We’ve already combed this area, sir.’ One demon reported.

‘Impossible.’ A demon with a low, husky voice churned out. ‘I felt her a few moments ago. She couldn’t have gotten far. Keep searching.’

I was being hunted? That was fast. I reached out and grabbed an apple from one of the branches, watching as the group of demons dispersed in all directions; dragons grunting. There left the lone demon with that velvety voice from before. With his men dispersed, I noticed that this shadow dragon was the purest of white, a sharp contrast to the others that dusty grey. Why wasn’t he out searching for me? Did he think his men would find me? Heh. Lazy ass. I grinned and took a bite out of my apple.

You know how karma can be such a bitch?

The crunch was deafening. So deafening, it’d wake Oden and Allura from their slumber. I stilled, just as the demon had as well. Really Asper? An apple in a willow tree. How about you grow a banana and have a flipping fruit salad! As I berated myself, I watched as he turned his nose up and sniffed. He smiled and I knew I was done for. Without warning, his entire being, dragon and all, turned. He drew a sword out so fast, it whistled. The blade didn’t even touch the bark of the willow tree, the force was enough to make a clean cut through the tree, causing it to timber. Luckily, I was cushioned by the leaves and branches of the forgiving willow. I scrambled from my hiding spot and ran. Ran like the devil was on my heels. In fact, right that moment, I’d probably say ‘pun intended’.

But who was I to outrun a dragon? I was half fey for Allura’s sake. I would have stood a chance if I had inherited a quarter of my father’s speed, but noooo. Give the girl a bow and arrow, Oden said. Let her be hunted down because she’s a witch, Allura said.

I heard the dragon roar, it’s breath reeked so bad I could have fainted on the spot. I braced myself for a few broken ribs but ended up being tackled to the ground instead. I figured that since I was already done for, holding back on my powers weren’t exactly going to do more harm. I slammed my hands into the earth and envisioned  a giant bean stalk, curling around said demon. Roots erupted from the ground, prying him off me. Realizing what was happening, he hissed at me. Yeah. Like a cat. That was when I caught sight of his fangs. What the? I thought only vampires had fangs.

Is this guy a vampire or a demon? Make up his mind already!

More roots started coiling around him. I willed them to coil tighter, hoping to somehow behead him if I was lucky. But what witch without her four leaf clover is lucky?  The dragon, obviously loyal to it’s owner, slashed at the roots, freeing him. He fell right smack onto me. His sudden weight on my body knocked the breath out of my lungs and broke my concentration. The roots fell to the ground, lifeless and as he pushed himself off me, I managed to chance a peek at his violent eyes. They were a purple so vivid and captivating. I could get lost in them. In fact, I would have, if only vemon boy over here hadn’t high-fived me in the head with his elbow.

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What happened next went by in such a blur. Actually, I just hate talking about it.

Apparently, vemon boy is the prince of the storm demons. His name? Xavier Angelo Salvator. In a gist of things, he convinced me that he was my soul mate, it’s this thing immortals have going on. Equivalent to a human’s ‘one and only’. Only for me to find out that not only did storm demons not have mates, he had a flipping harem. But what did he need me for?

Breeding.

That pig.

He wanted to breed a whole new clan of demons. A clan that could control the weather and take over the entire realm. The thing is, I found out and was sort of ready to leave him. Run away to Allura knows where and hope he doesn’t find me. But I was, rather disgustingly, in love with him. Somehow, I was able to love him past his harem of demoness and past the fact that he openly flaunted his fiance in front of me. Knowing that allowing him a chance to even try breeding with me could cause the end of my realm as I know it, I cursed myself to feel no emotion.

Since feys could only conceive when they were truly in love, he could not proceed with his plan and threw me into the dungeon, depriving me of food and water till I lifted the hex from myself. I survived days, since I had stayed in his castle of many years and had hit full immortality not long ago. I stayed unfeeling till that faithful night when the vampires attacked after receiving intell that there was a witch in the Salvator castle.

The vampires could not find me and I guess they decided that if they couldn’t have me, neither could the demons so they blew the castle up. I’m serious.

This is where Cobalt Yves comes in. During my stay in the castle, he had been my only friend, since all the other girls refused to befriend me or were simply too scared to be my friend. He cared for me like a brother and pampered me just as much. He was probably the only one who visited me when I was in my dungeon phase, patiently trying to talk me out of the hex. The day the castle came crashing down, he hurried down to the dungeon to get me out but I flat out refused, telling him I’d rather die than go back to Xavier and risk the entire realm collapsing.

I remember him shouting at me and trying to drag me out of my cellar by force but I repelled him and with whatever energy I had left, I hexed him to never be able to speak about me in front of anyone till the day I died. I played that hex purely for fun. It was a powerful spell and I wasn’t going to die without using at least one powerful spell in my life. Of course, I wasn’t counting on living through the whole wall collapsing on me ordeal and I never knew I’d be saved by the Gods, so hey. No hard feelings. Naturally, I took his safety into account as well and teleported him away from the castle.

I guess he must be really pissed with me. Not being able to tell his best friend that the witch is still alive because, hey, she hexed you. I inwardly wondered if I even got a funeral over there, or if I was forgotten like the harem I had locked him the night of the raid. Just another spell I learnt in my endless slumbers.

I turned a corner, then another, reaching my locker. I squeeze the lock and the combination scrolled into place. Just one of the many perks of being a witch. No jammed lockers. I yanked my locker open and forced myself in. I waited and peeped through the slits of the door. I saw his blond hair wisp by and he was gone. I closed my eyes and sensed my surroundings. He had gone to the west wing of the school, making it safe enough for me to come out of hiding.

I grabbed my jacket and made my way to the entrance of the school. There was no way I was staying here any longer.

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If you can’t hang- Sleeping With Sirens

Met a girl at seventeen
Thought she meant the world to me,
So I gave her everything,
She turned out to be a cheat
Said she’d been thinking for a long time
And she found somebody new
I’ve been thinking that this whole time

Well I never thought you’d stay
That’s okay
I hope he takes your filthy heart
And then he throws you away someday
Before you go, there’s one thing you oughta know

If you can’t hang then, there’s the door baby
If you can’t hang then, there’s the door baby
If you can’t hang then, there’s the door baby
If you can’t hang then, there’s the door

I don’t wanna take your precious time
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don’t wanna take up all your time
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

You’re the lowest type
You’re the lowest

I met a girl stuck in her ways
She found a boy she knew she’d change
I changed my clothes, my hair, my face
To watch us go our separate ways
She said we’ve grown apart for sometime
But then she found somebody new
I hope Mr. Right puts up with all the bullshit that you do

Stay the hell away,
While I sit here by myself
And figure out how I got this way
Before you go, there’s one thing you oughta know

If you can’t hang then, there’s the door baby
If you can’t hang then, there’s the door baby
If you can’t hang then, there’s the door baby
If you can’t hang then, there’s the door

I don’t wanna take your precious time
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don’t wanna take up all your time
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

I don’t want to get things confused
She said she’d never settle for someone she couldn’t use
So now I gotta call the doctor
So he can prescribe me medication
So I can deal with all the memories of being here this way

I met a girl at twenty-three
Knew she meant the world to me,
So I gave her everything,
And she did the same for me

Imagine that!
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty face
No you’re such a pretty, pretty face
Well, oh yeah…
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty face
No you’re such a pretty, pretty face

I don’t wanna take your precious time
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time
I don’t wanna take up all your time
‘Cause you’re such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty face
But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time

Would you please stay and come inside, baby
Would you please stay and please be mine, baby
Would you please stay and come inside, baby
Would you please stay and please be mine?

[CW] Introducing, Me.

Let me let you in on my secret.

You’ll never believe me, but I can’t be anymore honest than this.

I’m a witch.

Now, now, don’t you laugh. Instead, you should be crying because now that you know what I am, I have no choice but to kill you.
Just kidding, of course.

Unlike other witches, I’m a good witch. I come from a mythical plane that’s literally out of this world! A realm filled with demons, vampires, dragons, fey, werewolves and of course, witches. Yes, we’re all real, you just don’t see us because we’re restricted to our world by our God and Goddess, Oden and Allura. The only way we can get out of our world is by dying. Even then, our chances of reincarnating on Earth are slim. We could reincarnate into anything! From an animal to a lowly mortal. I guess I also forgot to mention that in my world, everyone is immortal. There are only a few ways of killing us, methods would vary from species to species, but most of the time, beheading works like a charm.

Back to the point of reincarnation, the main reason why we immortals aren’t purposely dying all over the place is because we stand a chance of not existing at all. Yeap, poof, into thin air. Never to see the light again. No more memories. No reincarnation. Very much like restarting your favourite playstation game. You see, immortals don’t die very often like mortals. A death happens maybe once every 2-3 years because immortals don’t die easily (duh), neither do we die of old age or flesh wounds. When it happens, Oden and Allura would review the immortals entire life, no matter how long they have lived. (They’re Gods. They literally have all the time in the world! ) They do this over a round table called the ‘Preevis’ and decide if the immortal should be reincarnated or not and if so, as what. No one knows how Oden and Allura passes judgement over us immortals. Some say it depends on the pureness of one’s heart, some say it’s how many good deeds one had done in their life and some even believe that if the immortal was beautiful or handsome enough, one of the Gods could be swayed. Of course, all are only hear-say and no one dared to take a chance.

Then there’s me. Typing this entry into a laptop. On Earth.

Somebody say ‘What?’

I haven’t died. Actually, I’m not sure. But I’ll pretty confident that I haven’t been reincarnated. I still have my raven black hair, green eyes and pale skin. Since I’m part fey, my ears are a pointed and my eyes are cat-like. I also possess great eyesight that helps in my archery and excellent memory for remembering the formation of ancient rune circles, potion recipes and spells. Sadly, I’m still short and my voice seems to never break. It’s high, like a child’s, making sure I’ll be the biggest turn off in the bedroom.

Enough about myself though, I’m sure everyone is dying to find out how I managed to make it to Earth in one piece (pun intended).

About 3 years ago, I woke up on the Preevis and stared up at Oden and Allura in the flesh. Oden informed me that I had ‘died’ and that me waking up now was no accident. Allura continued on, telling me that the reason why I’m awake on the Preevis in my original form was because both Gods believed that I had not lived up to my full potential and that I still had a destiny to fulfill. I still remember sitting there gaping at them and asking them if everything was a joke. Oden had scoffed and snapped at me, asking if I’d really like to be reincarnated as a slow loris to match my reflexes but Allura had shushed him and told me that the reason why they were reincarnating me as I was, was because I had a heck load of good karma. I knew something was up, but believing I had tons of good karma was easier than believing I had a destiny and all that jazz.

I just realized that I haven’t told you my name yet. I’m Asper the Blessed. Don’t ask me why I have that extra few words at the back alright? It’s just how nobles and heroes are referred to in my world. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not rich or anything over there. It’s just that I happen to be the very first to be reincarnated exactly and have earned the title as ‘blessed’ by the Gods themselves.

These few years, I’ve been determined to live free and easily. Like you guys! I’ve been going to school, taking buses and trains; I’m even on the archery team! Earth is a dream come true for me and I can’t thank the Gods more!

xoxo,

Asper the Blessed Witch

I signed off and turned my laptop to stand by. Humming along to the latest Sleeping with Sirens song, I danced towards my toilet to wash up. Mocking birds tapped at my window and I smiled warmly at them. Being a good witch meant you’d be very close to animals and nature. I opened the window to let them in and let the warm morning breeze circulate. The mocking birds tapped the ‘play’ button on my radio and the song ‘Feel good inc’ started playing. As I danced around the room, I taped a hairbrush I had enchanted and it started following me around my room, brushing my hair. I clapped twice and my messy bed made itself, another clap and the chairs pushed themselves in.

I looked around my room. Besides the self-brushing hairbrush still brushing my waist long raven hair, everything looked pretty normal. Sure, I had magic to help me out with the cleaning but I still kept my room clean. Grabbing the hairbrush from my hair, I set it down on my dresser and squeezed into a pair of maroon straight cut jeans. I threw on a white tank top and put on my self enchanted talisman. The talisman was just in case other immortals picked up my scent. You could never be too careful!

‘Asper?’ my foster mother called from downstairs.

‘Yeah?’ I all but tumbled down the stairs.

‘You want me to drive you?’ She held up a paper bag that contained both my breakfast and lunch.

‘Mom, you ask me every morning.’ I bent down and pulled my socks on. ‘I’ll take the bus.’

‘You really are a queer child.’ Mom handed me Doc. Marts. and huffed. ‘If you let me drive you, you’d probably have time to sit down for breakfast.’

‘All in the name of sustainability, mom!’ I kissed her on the cheek and was out the door before she could say ‘What do I do with her?’

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I got to school with 10 minutes to spare. I looked past the bus-stop and saw the un-moving traffic at the drop off point. Sustainability- 1  Carbon emissions- 0

I skipped up the stairs to the concourse of my collage, the song ‘Feel Good Inc’ still stuck in my head. As I reached the entrance, the speakers boomed beside me, startling me.

‘What the…’ I frowned and looked up. The hall way was jam packed. My jaw dropped. How was I going to get to class this way?

I took out my phone and scrolled through my twitter. I didn’t even have to ask what was going on. It was everywhere!

‘OMG TRANSFER STUDENT ALERT.’

‘HOT HOT HOT.’

‘If I had a dollar for every time I see a hot guy… Better start a piggy bank!’

Oh. Just transfer students. Big deal. I started to push past the flailing girls with their camera phones out, shamelessly snapping pictures, not caring if I pushed a few down. Most of them already had boyfriends!

‘Now, now, we really need to get to class.’ a familiar voice caught me off guard. I turned and then I saw one of the people I hope I’d never see again. His icy blue eyes caught my green ones . His shock was evident. I heard his voice die in his mouth and was replaced with him mouthing my name.

Immediately, I broke the eye contact and dived into the crowd of fangirls, making sure to keep my head low.

Of all the people I’d meet on Earth!

The demon king’s right hand man, Cobalt Yves?!

One day in Paris

One day in Paris,
I sit in a cafe-alfresco near the Eiffel Tower on a bright sunny day.
Sip my coffee; eat ham and cheese croissants all day.

I watch tourists pose in each other’s backgrounds,
Pickpockets hands wander from purse to back pockets.
Crying children met with frowns.

I chuckle and go back to my old book,
Legs swing free from my bar stool.
My coffee cup runs dry.
Should I have another scone?

Then I see him from a little away.
Jet black hair tossed by the wind.
You’ll see little curls at the tips if you squint.
He’s in a suit,
Why in the world is he in a suit?

He spots me and starts my way,
Do I know him?
What’s his name?
I look around my little alfresco cafe,
Queerly empty for a breezy Saturday.

‘Hi,’ he says and I couldn’t help but notice
His purple eyes and sharp chin.
I do not reply,
In case my voice falters.

His face is of pure confusion
He looks around and adjusts his tie.
I catch a glance of his cashmere sweater.
Just for the fun of it,
I stare back at him.
As if daring him to try again.

His mouth opens and closes,
He’s at a loss of what to do.
I look back to my book to try and hide my laughter.
‘Is this very funny to you?’ Mystery man seems irritated.
‘Yes, it is’ I reply in the same tone,
Still mocking him.

He stares at me for a few moments
and finally gets it.
He laughs and I do to.
‘Have a seat’ I gesture
‘have a coffee. Have a scone.’

‘I live here, I have them everyday.’ he flat out refuses
I frown and nod back into my book.
‘but I know you don’t’
I look up to say something but he snatches
my poor old book from my fingers.

‘Give it back!’ I make a feeble attempt at it.
He lifts it higher as I get out of my bar stool.
It is also the time I realize
how tall he really is.
Towering.
‘Lunch with me’ he soothes.
Or would I interpret,
Demands.

I glower at him,
Pretty boy had it coming.
Did I just call him pretty?
I ponder as I watch him tuck my book under his arm.

Oh what the heck,
It’s a beautiful day,
Why not spend it with a beautiful boy?
After all,
It’s just one day in Paris.

Beautiful-Carly Rae Jepsen ft. Justin Bieber Cover

 

I know, I know it’s been a while
I wonder where you are, and if you think of me
Sometimes, ‘cause you’re always on my mind
You know I had it rough, trying to forget you but
The more that I look around, the more I realize
You’re all i’m looking for

What makes you so beautiful, is you don’t know how beautiful you are to me
You’re not trying to be perfect
Nobody’s perfect, but you are, to me
It’s how you take my breath away
Feel the words that I don’t say
I wish somehow, I could say them now
Oh, oh, I could say them now, yeah

Just friends, the beginning or the end?
How do we make sense
When we’re on our own
It’s like you’re the other half of me
I feel incomplete, I should’ve known
Nothing in the world compares to the feelings that we share
So not fair

What makes you so beautiful, is you don’t know how beautiful you are to me
You’re not trying to be perfect
Nobody’s perfect, but you are, to me
You try to take my breath away
Feel the words that I don’t say
I wish somehow, I could say them now

Oh, it’s not you, blame it all on me
I was running from myself
Cause I couldn’t tell how deep that we
We were gonna be
I was scared it’s destiny, but it hurts like hell
Hope it’s not too late, just a twist of faith

What makes you so beautiful, is you don’t know how beautiful you are to me
You’re not trying to be perfect
Nobody’s perfect, but you are, to me
It’s how you take my breath away
Feel the words that I don’t say
I wish somehow, I could say them now
Oh, oh, I could say them now, mmm