Okay. I haven't posted here in quite some time, but that's because I've been a very busy laday. I'm now posting on a new account (this story will be there too, btw) ((the link will be up on my profile)) so anyone who wants to see/read more stuff of mine it'll be up there. Kk, so, um, enjoy!

You were my friend.

My colleague.

My student.

My teacher.

To you, I was all of these things as well.

I trusted you.

With more than my life.

With the world.

I know now that I shouldn’t have.

I should have watched you.

Carefully.

Persistently.

I’d always known

That trusting wasn’t in my blood.

It wasn’t what I was supposed to do.

No trust would ever work out.

“Watch them, daughter.

Watch them closely,

Never let anything through the cracks.

Everything inside of you

Will break.

Don’t trust anyone.

They will all betray you.”

I should have listened.

But I didn’t believe them.

I couldn’t.

It was too much to believe.

Everyone would betray me?

Such a prediction to be made,

And told to a child nonetheless.

It didn’t seem possible.

But aside from my disbelief,

I watched.

All of the people surrounding me,

Were being watched through careful eyes.

To be suspicious was natural,

To royal blood.

I kept everyone at a distance.

But then…

Then there was you.

I made a mistake instantly.

Consequently the largest mistake.

Trust.

It was instant,

Automatic.

I trusted you.

I couldn’t help it.

We aged,

Remaining friends.

My trust held firm.

Soon I was heir to something amazing.

Something beautiful.

Something great.

Something beyond imagination.

Something evil.

Corrupted and singed.

The beginning of a chain reaction

That would send this world to pieces.

At the time,

I was blind.

I thought I was lucky,

The heir to a treasure untold.

It all happened too fast.

The intricately woven braid came undone,

Leaving destruction in its stead.

Leaving lives lost.

Leaving me to clean up the mess.

The lands were cast into shadow,

A kind of frost lying like a blanket across towns,

Cities,

Homes,

People.

It was Chaos as this world had never seen.

And I had been the heir.

The inheritor of this horrid vision.

You thought that I had done this.

That I was no long good at heart.

That I could not be trusted.

That I needed to be sent away.

To sleep.

You came to me one day.

Told me that you were sorry.

About what?

Then I saw;

You’d brought others.

Much happened then,

But it ended with darkness.

Darkness and heavy breathing

Was all I knew for the next million years.

Alright.

I’ll sleep for a while.

Just…

Don’t forget me.

Please.

She wakes up. Her chest rises and falls to a slightly quicker tempo, taking in the cool morning air. Her fingers begin to move, twitching about, trying to feel around her. Where was she? She didn’t understand why her feet weren’t touching anything; why she wasn’t touching anything. Just air.

She opens her eyes. This is exactly what she didn’t want to see. It was a green field, with trees surrounding the border on all sides, dewdrops covering the grass beneath her feet. A beautiful blue sky with small white clouds, puffing their way across the horizon. Faintly, she heard music playing. A festive tune, accompanied by far-away peels of laughter and the sound of large crowds, coming together for one purpose. That purpose was unknown to her.

Looking around more thoroughly, she soon found that she was suspended in the air. Probably the work of some lower class sorcerer, since she took a step forward and found her feet firmly on the soft ground. She was not barefooted, she realized. Instead she had thin cloth slippers, making her feet look delicate. She looked down, then held out her arms, inspecting herself. Somehow, she had gotten into a long, light blue dress, with golden thread woven into swirling patterns along every seam. It was… pretty.

But that was the problem. Everything was pretty. This was not the way she had left it. And she knew that she had not fixed it, or had had any part in doing so. Suddenly, a wave of furry flew through her body, racking her bones and skin with heat, and white noise filled her ears. No one had asked her for help. No one had turned to her, the rightful heir and owner to all of this beauty, for guidance. No, they’d put her to sleep. They had not believed in her. They had not trusted her. They had put her down like an old dog.

Her brows pushed together and her eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the source of the music and laughter. Determinedly, she went forward, the sound of something ancient, something long lost, echoing with her every footstep.

I remember what I said.

I remember what I thought.

I remember what I’d done,

Who I’d cursed.

You forgot about me,

Didn’t you, friend?

Today was a happy day. Today was a wonderful day. All the people were filled with joy, singing and dancing in the streets, handing out baked goods and children’s toys all throughout the town. Today was a day for celebration, that it was. Today was the birthday of the world Jorna had worked so hard to build.

Five years had passed since the day Fray was made to sleep for all eternal, and three of those five years had been spent creating a joyous, beautiful new world. But all of that was over and done—forgotten, if you will, and Jorna was in her own home, with her own family, having a contented day.

Her two children were out in the city, playing with their friends and eating the free pastries while wild music played. Her husband was off in some far reach of the house, probably reading some historical book and muttering to himself about what should have happened.

Jorna smiled softly, leaning back in her large, cushioned chair, and traced the immensely detailed wood on the arm. She had done well for this world. She was happy.

It took her a moment to hear that the music had stopped playing. She sat up, waiting for noise from the crowded streets. But none came. There was no more laughter in the air; there was no more song. Just dead silence. The atmosphere felt heavy, and soon Jorna found herself waiting for something to happen, something to startle her.

For the longest time, nothing happened. Then, slowly, the large double doors in front of her began to open. Sunlight streamed through the gap, crawling its way around the dark figure and into the house. The figure stepped inside, becoming visible when away from the bright light.

It had on a long, flowing blue dress with gold embroidery, and small cloth shoes. The figure had a pointed face with sharp features, haloed by ringlets of strawberry blond hair. This person would have been beautiful, if not for the wide, menacing grin stretching across their face, and the gleam of pure, tortured loathing in their intelligent green eyes.

“Fray.” The word barely escaped Jorna’s lips. No. The whisper of disbelief resonated through her mind. No.

“So,” Fray began, her voice cutting. “I heard you forgot about me.” Every word hit Jorna like a heavy stone. Then she realized what was happening—somehow, Fray had woken up, and somehow, she had gotten a hold of magic. Dark, angry, horrible magic.

Suddenly, Fray laughed. The sound echoed through the room, harsh and humorless. “No, this has been here since just before your friends put me out.” Jorna kept her expression neutral, carefully side-stepping any callous surprise. “I’ll explain it to you bluntly.” Fray’s smile vanished, her eyes narrowing. “You forget about me, and I wake up. Simple as that.” She started to walk leisurely toward Jorna, looking around at the walls of portraits and tapestries. She stepped softly across the carpet, stopping a little way away from Jorna, facing the wall and gazing a painting of Jorna’s family.

“You know you could’ve asked for my help.” Fray said almost off-handedly. Jorna started.

“What?” She worked to keep her voice even and impartial, but regretfully her tone sounded strained and almost scared. Fray turned her head, tilting it to the side and looking at Jorna exasperatedly.

“I would’ve helped you rebuild that mess.” Her eyes narrowed again. “I didn’t have to be your enemy, Jorna.” She said, sympathy edging her voice.

“You weren’t—!” Jorna began, but was cut off.

“I wasn’t what? I wasn’t myself?” Fray’s tone was mocking and she turned, taking a few steps forward and planting her hands on the table in front of Jorna, so that they were eye to eye. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” Jorna looked at her for a few long minutes, watching those green eyes as they watched her. The same series of words ran through her mind, This is not happening. This is not happening. If Fray was back, what would she do? What would happen to the perfect world that Jorna had built, from the scraps of a wilting landscape? Would Fray destroy it all, simply because she had been left out? Had Jorna really driven her to this point? No. It can’t be. This is not happening. This can not happen. I won’t let it.

Abruptly, Fray stood up straight, smirking as she looked down at her old friend. “I suppose you think I’m the bad guy now, huh?” She lowered her voice to an amused, contemplating sound. “See,” She paused to stretch her lips over her white teeth in a grin. “I think I am, too.”

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