I never saw the dagger, but I heard the cheers and felt the blood begin to pour down my body. They were trying to diminish my power by blooding me. Slowly I dropped to my knees and watched my blood drip onto the wooden floor, the flow was endless, the cut went over my mouth and nose, nearly exposing the bone. It wasn't long until I was pulled to my feet. They pushed me onto a table and fitted my legs with wedges on either side, my arms raised high above my head. The torturer lifted a heavy hammer into the air, the town people sneered and laughed, knowing what awaited me. Turning, he pounded the wedges with one stroke closer together. It ripped my skin and there was a sickening snap. But it didn't stop him. He swung again and again and again. Closer and closer together, the crowd roared with approvement as my crushed bone opened wide and allowed the marrow to gush out, soaking the wedges with their arrival.
Time passed even slower with each passing blow, the pain ran through my veins, spreading throughout my body. I couldn't breathe, blood flowed into my nose and mouth, allowing no air to enter my lungs. I tried to cough the blood away, throwing my head from side to side but all they did was throw me face down onto the ground. What did I do to deserve this?
I was still alive. There was more to come. My impalement.
They threw me to the ground and before I could draw in a breath, it had begun. Ever so slowly they forced the wooden stake into me, holding down my body as I tried to escape. Blood gushed over the wooden floor. It will end soon...
Suddenly the stake was out of my body, my head was cocked to the side to allow for it to protude from my neck, leaving a river of destruction in it's path. They then raised me into the ground, my feet not even being able to touch the earth. The blood dribbled down from my throat, nose, and legs.
In a soft voice I spoke to whom I thought were my friends,
"I can only be who I am, not somebody you want me to be, I'm going to make mistakes, some of these might hurt you though I wish that they don't. I can change the way I look or move to another place, but what I hold in my heart and soul shall always be the same, and those things you can't take away. No matter what the pain is, or the humiliation. I will always hold my head up, my life I will never shun, because I don't ever want to take it back, even though it means my death. Don't ever repent who you are, you shall only be lying to yourself, and shaming your spirit. Take hold of the consequences, never look down, you can only ever be, who you are, in your heart and soul"
They couldn't even look at me, my gaze never met theirs as the day slowly withered away, like the lifesource in my body. Soon the grigori will arrive, and take me away, to the eternal plains, where my heart will no longer burn and tears no longer stain the earth with their misery.
The End...
Please tell me what u think.. Ta
Umbrea
