So much to be learned from experience. Great lessons taught, possibly in the harshest of ways so that the soul will open its eyes to the painful truth that nothing is ever what it seems. The innocence one tries so desperately to hold on to, to shelter from the terrible reality of this existence, to protect it from the agony of deceit. From everything that's out to destroy it.
The innocence I've fought so hard to keep safe has been wounded and lies huddled in the corner, weeping. Helpless to watch as it mourns the loss of itself. Becoming numb at the sheer cruelty from heartless souls that only take until there's nothing left but a hollow shell.
But something has been summoned by the warm tears pooling down the innocent's face. A terrible energy brought forth like a waiting leviathan awakened after a long hibernation. A silent rage courses through its veins at the sight of the inner child curled up in pain.
An unacceptable vision that will not go unavenged.
The terror from within curls its massive form around the innocent, allowing that broken purity to bury itself against its protective warmth. Guarding what's left of that precious light as predatory eyes peer into the distance...finding the very thing that's caused such a travesty. Glowing orbs narrow on the target, causing its lips to curl up and away from rows of dagger like teeth in a silent snarl.
Such an act will not go unpunished. The beast will remain still, allowing the wounded innocent to heal and find some kind of peace again. As time passes, it will lie in wait...giving it time to bring a plan into focus; processing it within the catacombs of a methodical mind.
It has been sleeping for too long. Remaining hidden in the hopes that it would never have to rise... That the innocent would remain unharmed. But the fates have their own agenda...harsh lessons beaten into the gentle soul of an innocent that has only had the purest of intentions.
This will not be allowed to simply fade into the winds as though it never happened. There are consequences. A reaction to every action. Whatever one sends out into the universe, they will get back three fold.
A shimmer of cold blue/fire glares defiantly within the darkness.
A silent promise of what's to come...
...nothing will ever be the same.
-Fades to Black-
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